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  • Monthly Archives: January 2023

    • Ratty Carpet Treatment

      Posted at 4:36 pm by kayewer, on January 28, 2023

      There’s nothing like a DIY project to prove to yourself that you have talents you never imagined. Also, you find your greatest flaws while working on some complex home improvement endeavor alone. This week I began a long overdue task of removing an old carpet from an unused bedroom. The carpet was a thin, low pile with rubber backing which dried out and needed attention for some time, but a person was in need of that room to sleep and feel familiar surroundings in, so I didn’t touch it until it was vacated.

      First, I took inventory of the situation and found that the carpet was not tacked down. Then I discovered that the dried rubber created dust. Third, I Googled and read that I was unlikely to come into contact with any dangerous substances from the dried-up carpet. I’m nothing if not thorough.

      Because the room is fully furnished and it would be impractical to move things around in its present state, my first task is to segment the carpet and remove it in pieces. The section closest to the unused far wall would be first, and it will soon become the location of a curio cabinet. I got a special pair of shears and found, to my delight, that they worked easily to cut through the section I needed. It took about twenty minutes to cut and roll the piece for disposal. Some chunks of rubber dropped or adhered to the wood floor, so my next step was to clean.

      A visit to the local discount megastore found me a great bargain in some pre moistened wood cleaning cloths I could use with the wet/dry mop I already had, so I returned to the floor with my dust-sucking device and my mop, and soon had the area in top shape. I even removed a potential splinter or two beforehand.

      Next, my curio cabinet came in two boxes. They’re filled with glass panels and seem to weigh as much as two school-age children. The first box I took upstairs by walking and angling it up both flights, but the taller box will be more of a challenge, because it’s long and will not corner well. That’s the next phase. I will probably angle it up the first flight, stand it on end on the landing, and then angle it again onto the second flight.

      The plan is to assemble the cabinet, move the items into it and then be free to shift the other furniture as necessary to cut the carpet and slide the pieces out from underneath.

      The fun has been in the planning and execution, and I’m glad I have the ability to figure it out and get it done. So far, so good.

      I will post part two as soon as it’s finished. If I don’t post again, you can assume I got stuck under a curio cabinet box.

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    • Between the Dots

      Posted at 4:46 pm by kayewer, on January 21, 2023

      I decided to try keeping a bullet journal. After reading about them in ads for months and not truly knowing what they are, I researched and decided it would be a helpful tool to keep me focused on balancing what I need to do and what I’ve accomplished. I did start a 2023 self-care journal which is already laid out, but sometimes those prompts don’t match anything I actually do from day to day.

      This style of blank book contains spaced dots instead of lines, in grid form. You can use rulers and templates to customize your journal with banners, flowers and graphics. You can also draw lines of your own. I will find it a challenge to draw a complete line without the pen trailing off into a small squiggle at the end. It’s a curse I never overcame while drawing lines in high school. I’ll try to use something to hold the ruler down, like a heavy brick, and then draw my lines upside down. That should do the trick.

      Another term for bullet journaling is bujo (using the first two letters from each word). That sounds a bit like bougie, which is a slang term for persons with a high-class nose-in-the-air affectation and an affinity for spending in a class above their means. Think of it as that neighbor with the Escalade (on lease) who you know pays for their weekly mani-pedis on their lowest interest credit card and rents their ritzy handbags by the week.

      I found out quickly that bujo can be a bougie choice, with accessories to pretty up your books such as washi tape. They’re not wishy washy, but beautiful strips of colorful or fanciful designs to use at will and showcase your entries. Lovely ribbons serve as bookmarks, and uniquely shaped paper clips help you find other pages in an instant. You can add photos to your journal, or write in colored pens, even write with bright colored gel pens on black paper if you wish.

      The general idea is to stimulate your mind while keeping track of your life. It’s making life appear more beautiful. Working from home makes life rather dull, so I hope this will help.

      I could have started with a lined book and gone on from there, but I have found that beginning in that manner is often too slow for me. I need the challenge to tackle something more middle-of-the-road. Not kindergarten, but maybe second grade.

      The book I ordered will come with sustainable products and accessories; the book cover is vegan leather. Never having dealt with vegan leather, I just hope it feels touchable and doesn’t smell distinctively odd.

      Once I get started journaling, the hope is to stay focused and retain my creative spark. Maybe my first bullet journal will look funny, but it’ll be fun to make it that way.

      Like connecting the dots.

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    • Immersion Assertion

      Posted at 5:40 pm by kayewer, on January 14, 2023

      One of my resolutions for the year was to write more. The four installments for my novel series are planned, but making the time to draft them has been a challenge. Since I’m permanently working from home (our office was mothballed, so we couldn’t go back if we wanted to), I don’t even have a daily round-trip commute to take a break between computers. Now my drive time consists of a walk from a comfy chair to another sort of comfy chair, and from my workstation to my recreation station (I would say play, but that’s trademarked).

      I spend some sixteen hours in front of a screen. That may be more than some nine-year-olds.

      See, I’m still thinking young.

      In order to devote some blocks of time to writing my stories, I have been taking advantage of write-ins and such, but this week will be busier than usual. I have three write-ins this week; one is in person.

      That means I have to leave the house hoping my idea of dress code matches everybody else’s. That was never a problem in the office.

      I also have a writer’s group meeting, and it’s the only one right now that’s in-person. It’s in a library, inside a municipal building. Bookstores aren’t taking in-person groups at present. They may not come back at all. Imagine book retailers discouraging people who write what they sell from meeting in their locations. What is this world coming to?

      I also started working with a critique group to make sure novel number one is all it could be. We exchange our pieces via email two weeks in advance and then meet virtually once a month to review everybody’s work in progress. We try to cover as much as we can, and occasionally we meet for over three hours. It’s helpful, and we get our edited pieces back.

      This means I have editing on my list of things to do while I’m still drafting.

      During National Novel Writing Month last November, I wrote an additional 50,000 words. That could be a whole story, but editing will probably truncate it to half that on the first try. It’s the novelist’s curse to hate a lot of what we draft.

      This is going to be a full month, and I hope to get plenty more writing done.

      In addition to what I’ve just done here for you to read.

      Wish me luck.

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    • Selective Reading

      Posted at 4:57 pm by kayewer, on January 7, 2023

      I spent some time this past week making some changes around the house, which involved moving pieces of old furniture which had not been attended to in a while. Those of you who have parents or grandparents from the post-war generation know that they never threw anything away, so I found spare jars of cold cream, receipts from long-defunct hardware stores and sundries long past their usefulness, and my discard pile grew quite large.

      What I didn’t expect to find, while cleaning out a drawer, was a 1974 issue of Playgirl magazine. The idea for the magazine had sprung from the popularity of the Playboy franchise and Hugh Hefner’s hold on the men’s lifestyle movement, so it was the equivalent for women readers, with a less ritzy and raunchy vibe.

      The magazine apparently had first published the year before, when I was still a high school student, and I didn’t know the publication existed until 1979. I know this because I bought my first issue out of a hotel vending machine while job training during the day and going to college at night, so this early issue was definitely not my copy. It certainly was not my father’s.

      So how did it get into a drawer at home? A mystery to be unfolded.

      Playing Shirley Holmes with no Dr. Watson, I looked through the issue and found several insightful and timely (for then) articles on travel, lifestyles, medicine and home, with the usual smattering of cigarette and stereo system ads. The funniest of these was for an introductory eight-track tape offer. Some of us of a certain age remember those ill-conceived ideas for changing record albums into something portable for the car or take-along player. I recall listening to a song on eight-track one time, which broke off abruptly because the player had to switch to the next tape reel inside. The results were hilarious and rather annoying when trying to appreciate a classic.

      But I digress. I was surprised to find that, for a magazine supposedly aimed at the female desire for admirable nudity similar to what their opposite-gender counterparts were receiving monthly (courtesy of a pajama-clad entrepreneur), there were only a handful of full-frontal glimpses in the issue. Yes, there was a centerfold, and a photo essay, but the pages were mostly devoted to articles of interest to the modern woman of 1974.

      So my deduction is that the issue somehow found its way into the mostly female office where my mother worked. She may have removed it from the common area or been lent it for some reason and kept it out of a sense of enforcing workplace decency, or took it home for an article and didn’t need to bring it back. Maybe the lender didn’t want to deal with feedback from the spouse. The only other possible cause was that it was brought home after an ill-conceived joke went wrong on somebody’s part. One thing I know for sure is she didn’t buy it.

      So I unearthed a piece of magazine history, and I don’t want to get rid of it. The pages are a time capsule, looking back at when life was different. I’ll never know what articles were read in the privacy of our home, but I think I will read them all myself.

      Then I can take in the photos.

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