Several downpours overnight has us worrying if the water will get into the kitchen cabinets again. Apparently not. Left the doors open to air them out. Then Checkers the cat got into the biggest one, all the way in the back, and sat there looking self-satisfied until I said it was okay and then he left. No wet paw prints evident.
Bar this morning spotted Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal shepherding three baby cardinals through the branches of nearby trees and briefly onto the tiles of the back porch. Checkers the cat, from the back of the sofa, was wishing they’d all go to hell, Bar surmised.
The dishwasher is re-stabilized after loosening during counter-top changes from tile to formica, and the fridge is likewise, finally. Happy Day!
Had to issue fliers to all residents of our building about plumbers cutting off the water between 1 p.m. and 4 p.m. tomorrow to replace a faucet that feeds the new fridge’s ice-maker. Ice just tastes bad with the existing, old and corroded faucet.
Now need to get an electrician in to replace some light bulbs with LEDs, and four ceiling fan blades that are just too high for us fogies to balance on a step-ladder, when our balance is fairly screwed up. Especially mine at age 76.
A longtime resident, who was an archaeologist in a previous incarnation, ventured into the canyon years ago on an old trail and returned to describe some interesting things.
Among them, apparent Native American campsites (hearths & middens) and the remains of an old house that could have belonged to one of the area’s famous “cedar choppers,” folks who in the 1930s and on into the 1950s cut up mountain cedar (really juniper) to make charcoal which they sold in burlap bags.
I won’t identify the resident because the condo board of directors doesn’t want us owners/residents venturing into the canyon.
UPDATE: Oops. Turns out the archeo found this stuff in Caprock Canyon, about a mile south of Neely’s. Alas and alack. He says they probably also exist in Neely’s Canyon but he’s seen no evidence of it. “I believe,” he wrote me, “indigenous peoples occupied the (Neely’s) area in short seasonal intervals for perhaps thousands of years…very short in duration & maintained by small groups… In short the human fingerprint on the area would have been faint.”
Clyde Verry Neely, that is. Still a bit of a mystery man to us but we know that he owned the land Neely’s Canyon Condominiums was built upon beginning in 1981.
We don’t know how long he owned the land nor much about his wife Annie May Rogers, and we haven’t found any descendants. But the search has just begun.
UPDATE: Clyde and Annie May are buried in the Elgin City Cemetery, according to Find-A-Grave. She apparently died in 1982, just about the time the developers of Mesa Village won an appeal to the Texas Supreme Court of a $62,000 jury judgement against them to the Neelys for flooding caused by the development. The Supremes overturned it and ordered the trial court to reconsider and the Neelys wound up with $2,000 which probably didn’t cover their court costs. According to a longtime resident of Neely’s Canyon Condos, when we get a periodic Hill Country frog strangler you can hear the ghost of Annie May, in the vicinity of their old home, cursing Mesa Village. Ought to be cursing the Supremes, too.
…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.