Social Distancing (quarantine) : Day 4

I didn’t get a lot done today. Just a bit of here’s and there’s. It was a tragic day. It all started with my slippers. Yes, I know, they are just slippers, but they are needed here in my home. There is no running barefooted in this house and I want my feet to stay warm. Betsy, as you all know had some sort of skin irritation that led to her being on steroids. Well, it made her tummy all sick and messed up. She ended up having bad stomach problems that led her to have a poopagendone all over my beautiful shag rug. Well, I stepped in it with my fabulous favorite slippers that I’ve had for about two years. Yes, they were starting to stink and they were leather. So I couldn’t really put them in the washer.

I woke up with Betsy making noises and she pooped on the bed. I thought that was all she did until I stepped in her rug mines. I was so grossed out by it and had to changed my covers that I just ripped off the slippers and left them in the hall with another soiled little rug. They sat there for almost a month until now. I decided that I would finally clean my slippers only to find out that the crap on my slippers chemically adhered to the rubber on the sole. No matter what I did, I just couldn’t get that crap off because its now part of the sole. I had to throw them away. So long favorite slippers!

I also replanted some tomatoes as well. My friend Tiana is asking what I’m feeding them. I just used two different blends of potting soil. They are looking so wonderful! I am kind of worried about some of my plants because they are growing in an accelerated rate! The ground isn’t defrosted yet and there is still a lot of snow on the ground. I can’t put in the Brussels sprouts into the ground yet! They just keep getting bigger. So, I am just going to repot them again when it becomes necessary. Everything is growing faster than it should be. I might have to rethink my potting mix.

Tomorrow, I will be painting my new vanity that Dan made me and while I’m in the painting mode, I will go ahead and paint my bee hives as well. Then, I can work on the bathroom wall and finish it. I want to be able to prime and paint ASAP. At this point, Dan will be able to put in the shower walls and my vanity top all in one day. I am super excited about this! It will be so nice to be able to shower upstairs on my own floor.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m extremely excited that my seeds have exploded like they have. I might need to sell them if I cant put them in the ground soon.

My gander (male goose) Lucifer, tried to kill one of my drakes (male duck). He was pretty busted up. So busted up that I knew I couldn’t heal him. When I figured out that he couldn’t be saved, I had to break out the 20 gauge. It took one shot and he was out of pain. It broke my heart. I couldn’t use him for meat due to adrenaline. I guess that’s part of farm life. It is what it is. He went over the rainbow bridge today and is out of gruesome pain. These geese need to be fenced in ASAP when the ground defrosts. My heart is broken, I hatched him out in my incubator and raised him. He has a twin sister and she is alive and well. I plan on breading more of this cute hybrid of peaking and well I don’t want to give up all my secrets!

It’s about that time and I’m tired. It’s time for bed. Good night and enjoy your time off if you have it. Thanks again for my friends who are truck drivers (Shana the Bad Ass), and all others that are still working to keep America getting mail, packages, and food!

Social Distancing (quarantine): Day 3 & 4

Well, yesterday I worked on getting rid of stuff in my room. It’s spring cleaning time! Still have lots to do but it’s getting there. And so, today I will finish my bedroom and then move to the new bathroom and finish up the wall patching, prime and paint! Everything is coming together.

Life on the homestead can be stressful and frustrating. Now that I am no longer working at my job, I am home being able to catch up on projects and things that need to be done, like spring cleaning. That is the great part of it. The downside is that Dad and I are spending more time together which can be frustrating. We don’t always see eye to eye, but that’s life. I might be drinking straight from the wine bottle sooner than I thought!

As soon as I get all the rubbish I don’t want anymore and/or don’t need I can then dust, mop, vacuum and steam clean the rug. After all is said and done, there will be no more clutter.

I went and visited one of my friends today who lives in the same little area as I do. We chatted for a few and then I went back home to wash my dogs and cook dinner. Dinner was easy. I had cooked meatballs and marinara in a crock pot for two days. It was wonderful! Today, I will make crock pot short ribs. YUMMY!

Chin up people! Take advantage of the time you have at home and try not to kill each other! I’ve started goals for each day that I need to try to meet. That being said, I guess I better get on it!

Dad's Alaska

24 March 2020 Tuesday Morning

Alcohol kills corona virus. So I’m killing billions of the little critters.

As I sit here drinking coffee, I am reading the news. Rush isn’t on today so I’m having to read the news for myself. I will say that the news is, at best, depressing. I was supposed to take Miss Suzy in for her Spring grooming appointment but the groomer has closed her store. This was damned inconsiderate since I had to get up early to take the dog in for the grooming session. She could have called and let me know so that I wouldn’t have gone out and have driven 10 miles into town. So far about 17,000 people have died worldwide. Out of 7.8 BILLION people that is .000218 of 1%. If 5 times that many die it is still only 1/10 of 1% or in other words about the same as any flu virus yet known. This is a level of panic for which I can find no obvious reason or cause. More people die in car accidents on a daily basis than COVID-19. Still we persist in driving our cars. 151,600 (approx.) people die every day from all causes and yet the news media has caused a pandemic of panic where no medical pandemic exists. For those of you who are hiding under your bed, try looking up Herd Immunity. It is our only hope of saving our country and civilization.

For the past three days, I have been to town to buy some few groceries, some lumber, working on the house and contemplating my navel. We are in the ‘fits and starts’ of break up. It rains, it snows, the sun shines brilliantly, the clouds hang low, the fog enshrouds the bay and the temp fluctuates from 24 and 40 each day. If you dress for the 24 and you get outside to work you are almost immediately too hot. You dress for the 40 and you are way too cold. This time of year is a damned nuisance. The only bright spot is that snow is melting pretty rapidly and will be gone soon. The roads are mostly clear of ice and the borough (county) has been opening up the ditches to keep the water off the roads and on its’ merry way down to the bay.

A winter sunrise

I’ve gotten the new electric in the new stairwell wall. You can now turn on a light in the stairwell from the second floor or the first floor. No more going up or down in the dark. Also, got the sheetrock on the wall inside the stairwell and partially on the outside in the living room. Will finish that today. and then install sheetrock on the other wall inside the stairwell. For reasons that are beyond human comprehension, the previous owners ripped out sheetrock all over the house including the wall in the stairwell. Not only did they rip out the sheetrock in the stairwell they took out all of the 2×4 studs. I cannot imagine what they must have been thinking.

The entire front of the house is now level. It was a job for Stupidman and I fit the description. There is some leveling to do on the back side of the house. This leveling I will be doing as soon as I finish the sheetrock projects. Under the house is a mud pit and I have procrastinated by finding other repairs to do. This, however, cannot continue. I have to be like a big ol’ fat boar hog and go rooting through and wallowing in the mud soon. Summer wants the kitchen finished. The kitchen people have the solid surface countertops done and they want them out of their shop and to install the cabinets ASAP. So much pressure. I think I might be cracking under the load. NOT!

I’m down to my last two sheets of sheetrock. That means that I’ll probably be going to Ghost Town Homer tomorrow. The Yard Manager at the local building supply told me that he has a large number of slightly damaged sheets that he will sell to me at a very deep discount. According to him most just have corners broken or some damage on the edges. That kind of stuff will work in a house where the studs range from 17-26 inches apart. Unbelievably, there are a few of the 2×6 studs that are actually on 24 inch centers. I suspect that they had some kind of measuring error for some of the studs to be exactly where they are suppose to be. Anyway, I’m risking the COVID-19 scourge (big whoop) to go pick up, maybe, 10 sheets and some 2x6s.

A full moon seen through the Spruce trees

I told Summer yesterday that had I known how much work this house was going to be, I might not have bought it. On other hand, we are gradually turning this sow’s ear into a silk purse. I’m just hoping to live long enough to enjoy it after it is done. Summer and I had been planning a tour through America for next August. We would have liked to have seen Mt. Rushmore, the largest ball of twine and any other Americana like Car Hinge that pops up down the highways and byways of America. We, also, wanted to visit family and friends back in Florida. It would probably take us a month or six weeks to do this properly. Now it looks like we just have too many responsibilities here in Fritz Creek.

Peace and quiet on Earth.

Well, the sheetrock won’t hang itself so I’m off my butt and onto work.

Social Distancing (quarantine): Day 2

I slept in late and hung out in bed until 9:30 this morning. I got to watch the new episode of Outlander. I have read all the books and seeing it on screen is awesome even though it’s a bit different from the book. It’s still great!

I had some coffee and then Dad and I headed to town for provisions. We needed to get some wood for projects around the house. My goals today were to go to the store, wash dogs, and deal with the excess in my room. Since, we got back a little late from town it looks like my goals will have to wait until tomorrow. I’m pooped!

Sometime this week I need to check on my bees and make sure they are still alive. I’ve attempted to over winter my bees and hope for the best. Let’s hope they are still alive. I am hoping I will have three hives this year instead of two. If the weather is nice and warm this summer, I will be rich in honey! Fireweed honey!!!!

My starts are doing so well! There will be lots of produce this year!

I went to visit my friends yesterday, they are also my neighbors. I really enjoyed it! I lent my egg incubator to Jamie. Her kids are already getting a bit bored and what a great science project!

I also visited my friends Tiana, Jen, Cory, and Ceri. Ceri, Tiana’s sister, just came back from Egypt and has quarantined herself in the tiny cabin at Tiana’s. We got to hang out and drink some Guinness in front of the cabin with the window slightly cracked so we could communicate. She opened it higher so we could get rid of the sun’s glare. It really was nice to see all my friends!

Tonight we are having meatball subs. Of course, I have to have gluten free buns, but the meatballs are in the crockpot with mushrooms and marinara. I can almost taste it! I am starving!

Ya’ll enjoy your times at home. If you are still working stay safe. I want to give a shout out to all my friends who are nurses, truckers (Shana the badass), and everyone else that works in a field that keeps us fed, sanitary and safe. Thank you!!!!!

Dad's Alaska

20 March 2020 Saturday

Cheers

Got up this morning to see that it was still snowing. It had, apparently been snowing all night. Summer came back from Dan’s house to inform me that they have yet to plow the main road, East Bay Road. With the hills, curves and potential to slide off a high bank into oblivion, we decided not to go to Homer today. We both needed some supplies for our projects of the day but the roads are dangerous. She was going to paint her bee hives and I was going to finish up the wall and replace all of the stair steps and risers. Not today.

The first day of Wuhan Kung Flu quarantine with Summer going to be home all day every day. Summer hasn’t been home everyday for most of two years. Her layoff, actually, comes at a propitious time. She needs to prep beehives, repot veggie plants and sort out some of her clothing for donation. She has shrunk in size due to her job of walking dogs several miles a day. She has some nice clothes that are way too big for her now and there is certainly some girl or woman in Homer who is in need of new clothing. I was going to donate some of my clothing but all I have left to donate are some tee shirts that would be more useful as rags than clothing. I donated 7-8 suits, a bunch of dress shirts, several pairs of shoes and a dozen or more pairs of pants last year. I’ve got one suit, one dress shirt and one tie left to be buried in. Beyond that I’m down to 5-6 pairs of jeans and a couple of pairs of khaki pants. If I’m not likely to wear it, I don’t own it any more. Back to the original thought. I’m hoping all of this quarantine togetherness doesn’t break into hostility.

Resting after a long day leveling the house.
A snowy sunset

The dogs keep going crazy because the moose keep wandering across the yard. It goes without saying that, if our food becomes scarce because of this Wuhan Kung Flu idiocy, moose will be on the menu.

The next door neighbor, whose family built our house back in the 80s, spent a good portion of the day in the snow shoveling snow off the gravel road that is our street. It was snowing enough to cause him to need to re-shovel that which he shoveled an hour or so previously. It seemed to me to have been an effort in futility. Indeed, he must have some sort of unnatural fixation on the road. I guess it comes under the heading of ‘whatever winds your watch’. Weird.

Because I had nothing to work with, due to our inability to get to Homer, I have sat on my butt most all morning The only real chore was picking up the debris from the new upstairs bathroom and either stacking it with the other materials or trashing it. Mostly trashing it.

Later in the afternoon, I decided to finish the electric by pulling the wire into the new wall and a new light for the stairwell. It took me a couple of hours and it made a big mess. Wood chips and sheetrock dust from drilling holes for wire. It made me tired. I hate cleaning up but it had to be done. The wiring is done and all we lack is finishing. Finishing means installing the light fixture and a switch box at the top of the stairs that I don’t have. Tomorrow, I will go to town and get the stuff I need to finish.

It stopped snowing, the sun came out and now we have slush. The break up continues and my Spring Fever is at max.

Social Distancing (quarantine): Day 1

Friday, March 20, 2020 was my last day at work. My boss decided it was best since everything else was closing down. As a dog walker, I go into people’s homes to pick up their dog. This is potentially dangerous to everyone because we could spread this virus across our little town. So, we are doing our part to keep people safe.

I have lots to do around the house and will probably never get bored. I was reading an article about how Gen X’ers are probably the best for this whole quarantine thing we are going through. I have to admit. I am a Gen X’er and looking back at my childhood, I would have to agree with some of these articles. We were the latchkey children that came home from school and found our own snacks and did our homework alone. We listened to the radio waiting for our favorite songs to come on so we could record it and create awesome mixed tapes. I played out in the woods with friends and came home when the street light came on. I hung out in my room entertaining myself with games, music, and my imagination. There was no internet and we didn’t have cable. We also played Oregon Trail and learned from it. LOL! We are the generation of social distance. We got this! #socialdistancing #GenX It was like we’ve been training for this all our lives!

It’s snowing again! Just when you thought it was break up you get another 3-4 inches of snow. That’s okay. Soon spring will be here. I’m gonna have to upgrade some of my starts to bigger pots. This is a good thing. The longer we have to keep them growing and put some growth on them, the better they will produce and survive.

My herbs and tomatoes are ready for the next size up on pots. You slowly move them into bigger pots as they grow. It’s really fun and messy since I have to do it I’m my living room. So, that’s one job that will take pretty much all day. I have all my onion starts and begonias as well.

I now have the time to get my new bathroom finished. I’ve got a lot to do, but it will be fun! Dan is almost done with my beautiful vanity. He said he needs to do a little light sanding and then I can prime and paint it. I am so impressed and grateful. The vanity will install onto the corner of the wall so it only needs one leg. It’s going to have solid surface on top that will match the shower stall.

This will also give me time to sort out everything that I don’t want anymore. Out with the old and no more stuff!

Maybe I will have time to work on my quilt as well. I don’t think I will go stir crazy but I’m afraid by day five I will be drinking out of a wine bottle! HAHAHA! Maybe not.

I hope everyone stays safe and healthy and don’t get bored!

So long and keep calm!

Dad's Alaska

19 March 2020 Friday

Me in Oct-Nov 2017 after I found out that haircuts were $25, we hadn’t unpacked and as yet did not have running water.

Was so wiped by the 600 mile trip on Thursday that I got but very little done. Still no sign of the Wuhan Kung Flu. After 3-4 stops in and near Anchorage, where they have cases of the Wuhan Kung Flu, I figured I might be a candidate for bringing the virus back to Homer and Fritz Creek. I was careful as I did wash my hands and use a paper towels to operate the doors. No symptoms, as yet. Probably a little early to have symptoms as the incubation period is 10-14 days or something like that. I’m not too worried about it. I haven’t even had a cold in the last 20 or so years and I think I’ve taken the flu shot maybe 2-3 times. I did wake up this morning with aching shoulder and finger joints. At 75, I kinda expect to be hurting some in the mornings. When I get up and get moving the pain seems to subside. Arthritis in my fingers is the big problem. Nothing twelve cups of coffee can’t fix.

Last Wednesday, I went to the Homer City Hall to complain and warn the moronic mayor and even more moronic city council about these reusable grocery bags. They banned “single use” plastic bags a few weeks ago. “Single Use” are their words, however, those of us out in the real world find many uses for those bags. Anyway, I wanted to explain to these idiots that the average reusable bag brought from home had more bacteria/virus infestation than the average public toilet. They’re just ‘begging’ for some one to bring in a bag with the Wuhan Kung Flu virus on it. Can’t you just see it? They put it on the counter where the slide you groceries down to be bagged, a nice young person handles your bag while filling it with your items and then they move on to contaminate 50-60 other bags and, perhaps, their fellow employees. Banning these plastic bags made little sense in the beginning and no sense now.

The new wall alongside the stairs was my project for today. I finished it by about 1:00 and ate Summer’s leftover Chinese takeout from yesterday. This made me very sleepy and I took an hour nap. It reminded me of my Grandfather. Everyday at noon, while working in the cotton fields, we’d break for lunch and he’d lie down under the cotton trailer on his cotton picking sack and take a nap. This was a long time ago. I lived with them from age 6 until almost 13 and we worked in the fields all through spring, late summer and into the Fall every year. Spring and early summer were the times for picking strawberries and chopping (thinning) cotton. It had to be thinned to allow the plants to grow tall and produce the most cotton bolls. Midsummer was ‘Summer School’. You went to school in the summer so that you could stay out of school in September, October and part of November to pick cotton. I have always wondered how I skipped a grade in school. I didn’t get to start until I was near 7 and plus 12 should have made me 19 in my senior year but I was only 18 in my senior year of high school. Some where I skipped a year. One of life’s small mysteries, I suppose.

The wall framing was finished when I realized that I was going to have to move it away from the stairs by about an inch and a quarter. An inch and a quarter to accommodate 1/2″ sheet rock and a 3/4″ side plate on the stairs. Since it isn’t load bearing there are only 6 screws holding it in place so I can pry it away from the steps install the side plate and the sheetrock and tap it back into place. Bad planning but a minor difficulty, at worst. I got on with the electrical part of the job. I needed an outlet for the TV that will hang on the wall, a switch for the light that I’m installing in the stairwell. At present the only way to light the stairs is climb up and turn on the hall light at the top of the stairs. That switch is not located near the stairwell but just outside Summer’s bedroom. Currently, you must climb the stairs in the dark and then search for the light switch on the wall, also, in the dark. A serious accident waiting to happen.

Summer got laid off from her job today. Seems that people were discontinuing their external dog care as they, themselves, were losing their jobs or deciding to hibernate until the Wuhan Kung Flu season has passed. I know I’ve probably already said this numerous times BUT all of this is the dumbest damned thing to which I have ever been witness. Close to 13,000 deaths this year from the current version of the common Flu and a few hundred deaths from the Wuhan Kung Flu. There has been no news at all about the 13,000 people in America who have died but nothing except wall to wall panic news about the few hundred who have died here in the US of A. As I have stated previously, you have a better chance of being killed by a WWII German NAZI driving a Panzer tank than dying from the Wuhan Kung Flu.

We seemed to be in mid ‘Break Up’ until tonight. It has begun snowing with a vengeance, Not big wet flakes that you know are going to melt on touch down but tiny little flakes that tend to stick. The weather forecast is for it to continue to snow through Saturday and clear off Sunday. Temps will go back to the mid 30s starting Sunday and through most of next week. It is ‘Break Up’ but it seems to be a more gradual process that last year. Last year was !!!!!BREAK UP!!!!! It was all over in about 10-12 days. Not so much this year. It looks like we might have snow on the ground right up to mid-April.

Well, I’ve had dinner. It was ‘make your own dinner’ night. I guess it’s time for bed, I’ve had a few vodkas, fed Miss Suzy and watched a bit of TV. Ta Ta.

A typical Alaskan warning sign

Dad’s Alaska

18 March 2020 Woden’s Day

Today was another hundreds of gallons of snow melt and rain water running under the house day. Did not get a great deal done. Went into town in the vain effort to contract the Wuhan flu.. Didn’t get the Wuhan Flu but I did get some 2x4s, some deck screws and some electric boxes to install in the new wall. The new wall is to cover one side of the stairs going to the second floor. Summer wanted another better place for the TV and to cover the steps so that Gandie the Elder doesn’t fall off the steps and kill himself. He’d already taken one fall that didn’t hurt him but had he been two steps higher it might have been a serious problem. Another little wall is going to allow us to move the refrigerator to a better place in the kitchen. Got the 1/4″ copper tubing for the ice maker water supply. Seems the more I do the more I need to do.

19 March 2020 Thor’s Day

Today was a road trip. 293 miles to a place 20 miles into the country and then 3.5 miles down a dirt road covered in soft, mushy, slippery snow. I drove that 3.5 miles at about 5 miles per hour. My mission was to pick up Summer’s two beehives and some ancillary materials. Having procured the bee stuff, I drove another 293 miles back to Fritz Creek. This all took 13 hours of road time. The picking up time was less than ten minutes. The rest of the time was driving. I’m tired and through for the day.

The beginning of the Sterling Highway in the Chugach Mountains
Chugach Mountains again
Seward Highway at Turnagain Arm south of Anchorage

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16 March 2020 Monday

An Alaskan summer sunrise.
No food in corona virus epidemic-No Problem

Today we got water. After the truck left, I checked for leaks other than the one I had already repaired, Found one small one that took only a few minutes to repair. Still the water did not flow. Got out my jet heater to thaw out what I thought were frozen pipes. The jet heater was, of course, out of fuel. I wandered around looking for the diesel jerry can and failed to find it. That was when I decided that re-leveling the front of the house. I mentioned yesterday that it had sunk about and 1 1/2 inches along the 40 foot front. Took a lot of grunting, groaning and cussing to get the jacks in place and lift the house.

Summer called. She suggested that I get the Range Rover and ‘The Beast’ topped off with fuel. I took all of our empty gas cans and filled them, as well. This Corona virus crap has people panic buying fuel, in addition to food and toilet tissue. Panic buying causes artificial shortages. I have seen it many times prior to a hurricane in LA (Lower Alabama) and Florida. After going through Hurricane Frederick in 1979 with nothing in the way of preparation, I will never do that again. Trying to insure 4year old, 1 year old and wife eat regularly was more than just a little bit stressful. No water, no electricity, my business destroyed and, more importantly, no air conditioning in Mobile, Alabama was an abbreviated glimpse of hell.

Got back to the house and filled the jet heater with diesel and started it to defrost the pipes in the water house. It ran for over an hour and still no water. This led me to think that the line into the house might be frozen again. Sure enough, the power was off to the heat tapes for the water line into the house. Further investigation found that the GFI receptacle had failed and there was no power to the heat tape. I ran an extension cord and in about an hour we had running water.

Today Summer went to the two grocery stores only to find lines near an hour long. People with buggies full of groceries that they’ll be eating months from now, if ever. This entire panic is all Mainstream Media driven. It is shames me as an American that so many of my fellow citizens are so easily panicked. My father, a WWII veteran and a Great Depression survivor, would be absolutely appalled. He was a man with a sixth grade education that could talk with you about virtually any subject you might desire. He read hundreds of books and had a very low opinion of the college educated with book smarts and no common sense. He called them “educated idiots’. And today those are the people that are driving Americans crazy and creating this silly panic.

After all of the fuel purchasing and water folderol, I went back to my leveling project. I took some doing but I got the place leveled again. While I was leveling the front I noticed that there was a beam further back under the house that was not down on the two pilings that were intended to support it. I crawled under the house with a couple of jacks and some shims. It took about an hour all told. By the time I finished I was completely tuckered out.

Got inside, made a vodka drink and decided to wash my filthy clothing. Days of crawling under the house and sloshing through the mud had cause my outer clothing to be covered in mud, dirt and who knows what. I had been taking it off at the end of the day, shaking it out and then putting it back on the next day. It was gross. Now that we had water the possibilities were endless. I ran the dishwasher and hand washed some bowls and pans that really don’t fit in our new 18″ dishwasher. Life is good when you having running water.

That’s it for me today. It’s 11:00 PM and I’ve had a shower, dinner and a couple of vodka drinks. Time for bed.

Dad’s Alaska

14 March 2020 Saturn’s Day

Here’s to ya.

Today was a day of taking care of neglected chores and repairing the damned water situation. Yesterday we discovered that we’d lost all of our water, AGAIN. I cannot wait until we get our new 2500 gallon tank installed in the new basement. In the basement we can have hard piping and protection from heat tape failures and burst pipes. I am so sick of this half-assed water situation that I am very near running down the road screaming and pulling what’s left of my hair out. Repairing the water leak problem is plumbing. Plumbing requires, at least, three trips to the hardware store. Much to my amazement this project required only two trips to Kachemak Gear Shed for the necessary parts. While I was there I tried to buy a five gallon bucket of Corona Virus. The young fellow told me that they were out but later he was going to try to drink five gallons or a couple of six packs (which ever came first) of Corona Light. The chores consisted of picking up and putting away tools that had been used in the house leveling project., straightening up the tool shed, picking up trash, loose ends and other detritus. Level checks at the end of the day indicated that the house was dead level along the length and width. Success!!!!!

I still don’t have Corona Virus and only about 3000 people in the U.S. are known to have contracted this over hyped Main Stream Media disease. Only 30 have died and every one of them was already seriously ill from some other more serious disease. Nobody knows how many people had the stuff got well and went on about their lives. Common sense would indicate that for most people the usual symptoms were so mild, that most people would assume they had a cold or a mild case of the flu. 14000+ Americans have died from the flu this season. So far 30 have died from COVID-19. Where’s the panic, folks. AND stop hoarding toilet paper. It sure as hell won’t keep you from getting the flu or COVID-19.

15 March 2020 Sunday

Should have known that finishing up on Friday the 13th would not bode well for the leveling project. Got up this morning and whilst drinking my half gallon of coffee, I looked at the ceiling. I was horrified. Just eye ball alone told me that the house was no longer level. The house had, somehow, sunk an inch and a half across the forty feet of the front. To say I was disappointed would be a serious understatement. Dejected, morose, sad, gloomy, glum and more than a little bit angry would be more precise description of my feelings. Apparently, the jacking up of the house somehow allowed the pilings to be lifted. When the weight was put back on them they sank back to their rightful place. I would have gone back under the house today except that we have no water for me to wash the dirt and mud off at the end of the day. Tomorrow we will have water and I’ll be back at the leveling project. I am truly sick of this.

Today with no water to spare for showers, I spent the day cleaning house. I don’t know why it seems that if I don’t sweep daily there is about ten pounds of fine sand and dirt on the floor. I moved all of the furniture, dog beds and everything else in order to sweep the place clean. Cleaned the kitchen as best I could with only the little bit of water I could spare. With the dishwasher locked and loaded, I turned my attention to sheetrock and lumber lying on the floor and in the path of walking. I stacked all of that crap against the wall and swept up that unswept part of the floor.

There was a mess made in the downstairs bath that I cleaned up. While trying to install the new beam under the old sway backed beam beneath the bath, I found a mysterious wire. I had to tear out some sheetrock in order to trace the wire. This was a Friday the 13th discovery. I found that it was feeding the receptacle that ran the washing machine. However, it was way more complicated than that. I turned off the breaker for the washer but the red light on my ammeter stayed on. In order to find out which breaker to which the wire attached, I flipped each individual breaker off. The current detection device that is my ammeter has a red light on it indicating a hot wire. There is no need for current flow for it to detect voltage. As a turned each breaker off and then back on the light stayed on. I’ve been doing electrical work for 40 years. I held Master licenses in two states and I have never seen a circuit that would not de-energize when the breaker was turned off. This one would not turn off no matter which breaker you turned off. I knew it was routed to the main breaker panel. Therefore, it must turn off when the proper breaker was turned off. I put the main panel back into the wall (it was lying on the floor of the bathroom) and wired up every existing circuit myself when we bought the house. I knew that nothing was jumped or improperly wire in the panel. However, just to be sure I took the cover off and inspected every connection. I was mystified. With all of the breakers off. I turned them on one at the time. I worked from the right bottom to the top on the right. The top right breaker turned on the red light on my meter. The notes on the panel indicated (in my handwriting) that the 5th breaker from the bottom on the left was the washing machine. I turned off the top right and turned on the breaker that was indicated as the washer. The red light came on. I disassembled the receptacle box for the washer and found that the mystery wire and another wire were both feeding the same receptacle. Some idiot had connected two hot wires to the same receptacle. That they were accidentally on the same leg of the 240 volt service is the only reason there wasn’t an electrical fire. The potential for killing someone (probably me) was very large. You flip the indicated breaker and start a repair or replacement (wrong color receptacle) and you get a big old handful of 110v at several hundred amps and before the breaker trips you are dead. I have truly been scared to death that this place will burn down before I can get it rewired. Who knows what other half-assed crap has been done. I’ve found a lot of it but this incident just proves that there is very likely at lot more. In Alaska, outside of the cities, there is no such thing as a building codes or inspection procedures. People just build crap anyway they want and which ever way that happens to be convenient. Don’t have the right material. No problem. Just use whatever you have. A prime example of that is that there are four light fixture boxes in various parts of the ceiling in the main part of the downstairs of this house. All four are on one switch by the back door. I had to put pull chain switches on all of he fixtures so that they weren’t all on at the same time. We will be pulling down the rest of the sheetrock to rewire as soon as I get this disaster re-leveled.

Miss Suzy in the Hood….ie

I guess I’ve complained enough for one day. Goodnight. Sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs bite.