Category Archives: Mini-Rancho

Eight hundred gloves

Or 400 pairs of white, cotton gloves. Ordered by mistake on the Internet. You gotta watch what you click, obviously. We could become mimes.

Our masks on order

Not N95s, nor plain cloth ones. Bar ordered two Halloween masks for us, a friendly bear and a kitten. If you gotta wear a mask, and we’re supposed to now, you might as well do it in style.

UPDATE:  More seriously, Bar is crocheting a wraparound to cover folded paper towels to hold them over the nose and mouth. Only problem is they will have to be washed after each use. But we don’t go out that often.

MORE: Didn’t really work. Too confining. Be hot, too. So she’s turned to crocheted hair ties to use with a video-product I saw on Twitter. And we also have two kitty masks that cover the head with just eye openings.

Tidbit remodel guy

…is due in an hour or so. Unclear to me whether this is for an estimate or actually getting the work done. Will find out. And Bar has a job interview (via Skype or some such) in the early afternoon. Busy day ahead.

UPDATE:  Tidbit done, expensively, but I couldn’t risk stringing fairy lights across a 15-foot-tall back porch with my balance problems, rehanging a window screen in scorpion heaven (i.e. a rock shelf), hanging two large mirrors correctly and drilling straight holes for ceramic pull knobs on kitchen cabinets. All done. The fairy lights (miniature LED Xmas lights) look cool on this overcast day. Bar’s work is yet to come.

MORE:  Bar says her interview went well. Results next week.

Tidbit remodels

Got a handyman coming Friday to hang two living room mirrors, drill holes in kitchen cabinets for ceramic pull knobs, string fairy lights on the back porch and retrieve a screen fallen off a window and rehang it.

Meanwhile the neighbor’s re-modelers are putting down hardwood flooring and making plenty of noise doing it. I guess they’re not really tidbitting.

Twin Pecan Trees

That’s what I’ve decided are the twin grandfather trees off our back porch at Neely’s Canyon. By the shape of their leaves, which are spearhead-like.

And that explains why the squirrels like to play on them, says Barbara Ellen. Ah, but I have seen them play on big oaks, too.

Too bad we can’t gather their pecans, but they are deeply rooted a good hundred feet down the steep slope of the canyon and therefore unreachable. Chiefly because it would be a bear for us two old fogies  to climb back up.

UPDATE: The trees, actually an outgrowth of one trunk at the base, are well over 100-feet high. May have been seasonal harvesting of pecans by a hundred years or more of visits by indigenous people and later, local ranchers.

Working from home

Easy for information workers, like us, who could work from the beach if we chose. Bar is set up with my old laptop on her analyst job. Getting a new one delivered soon. Our upstairs neighbor, an accountant, brought in two monitors yesterday to work from home. I am retired, so it’s just another day.

UPDATE:  Bar’s server keeps crashing and losing her work. Twice so far. Too many people on the system, apparently.

Kitchen fini?

The replacement has finished the crown and window molding and is due back today to paint it and a new six-panel solid wood door. That will do it. At last.

UPDATE:  Door on order until the 24th, molding getting painted.

MORE: All done but the door. Replacement took a iPhone snap of his work and shook my hand. I waited until he left and then washed it with soap and warm water. My preference to hand-sanitizers.