My Ever so humble home
It's Rent Free and provides Woodland Relief
Jim is a kind employer and for six
hours of work he lets me stay in this wonderful home.
Mind you this is every week! I keep offering to do more.
Mind you this is every week! I keep offering to do more.
After visiting a friends home I
simply had to post this. It is my ever so humble abode.
Eat your heart out! The house overlooks the Dungeness river, and sometimes the kind river even washes the floor for me.
Free landscape revisions are a yearly joy! Life is GRAND!
Eat your heart out! The house overlooks the Dungeness river, and sometimes the kind river even washes the floor for me.
Free landscape revisions are a yearly joy! Life is GRAND!
Imagine my surprise, when my date complained about the bathroom It is a one seater and even has a clever urinal attachment.
but usually they put the toilet roll flat on the shelf again. I appreciate that!
The assumption that I don’t know
how to treat a lady still weighs heavily on me. Just a pond away is my
bathtub. I take a plunge in it every month, even if I don’t need to.
Did you know that there is a new pedicure treatment. Some Chinese fish
in a tub. You stick your feet in and they nibble all the dead flesh
away. It is supposed to tickle. What Pikers! You should check out the
action when those trout start nibbling at your toes, or whatever might
dangle.
As Rex is rather skunky himself I find this works out really well. Rex was Jim’s dog. He was a very good dog. He was deaf, so he never listened or obeyed. He had cataracts in his old age, but he always did his duty. Being underfoot!
It was a sad day when Jim planted
him near the pond, but he has a very nice hand carved memorial, made by
Jim - and
so it flows.
A nosy gal pestered me to
show the inside of the house.
I didn’t even open the door to my date, so why now.
I guess it was the gift of her blanket.
You will take note of the aluminum guard I put behind the wood stove. The insurance lady didn’t even give me a credit for that. Damn all insurance agents.
Being self-sufficient I do trap. Moles provide me plenty of animal protein, as well as pelts for my winter coat and toupee. I also have a much larger deer trap. It is too large to bring in and I do admit to having left it open. It cut the poor lady from the Highlands and you saw how well that turned out.
Are you outraged or shudder that I would construct a trap to kill deer? Think about it. Who does more damage? Why is one more precious than the other? Moles have sleek, nice pelts and their skin stretches well for the making of smallish mole bonding drums.
Deer are edible. Moles slightly less so. So why trap moles and not the other. People love cats. Cats kill birds, frogs, snakes and seedling flats. Not that I am suggesting or confessing to having owned a feline trap. Just a reminder that all the above are God’s creatures and that he did give us dominion over them.
As Rex is rather skunky himself I find this works out really well. Rex was Jim’s dog. He was a very good dog. He was deaf, so he never listened or obeyed. He had cataracts in his old age, but he always did his duty. Being underfoot!
It was a sad day when Jim planted
him near the pond, but he has a very nice hand carved memorial, made by
Jim - and
so it flows.A Peak Inside the
House. 
Sometimes it is a day to stay inside and install the
drapes.
I didn’t even open the door to my date, so why now.
I guess it was the gift of her blanket.
Linnaeus Pauling is my
hero, so I plopped a picture of him above the stove to provide daily
illumination. Alan
Chadwick was
also one of my giants. Sadly I never took a picture of him or the
Garden he constructed at UCSC. That would be first rock wall building
experience.
You will take note of the aluminum guard I put behind the wood stove. The insurance lady didn’t even give me a credit for that. Damn all insurance agents.
My breakfast counter.
I do finger-pinch from Jim. Little does he know that I help myself to the trout food and the birdseed he left behind. I too need fiber in my diet. The hooch is my backup heat source. One year I made 60 gallons of it and froze it in my neighbor’s freezer. Through a long complicated method we further skimmed the least frozen liquids and by distilling made some high-grade apple brandy. These are my last jugs. The agent pointed out the milk jug of diesel and fire starters. Some people simply are over careful and not easily bribed. I offered her the hooch.
I do finger-pinch from Jim. Little does he know that I help myself to the trout food and the birdseed he left behind. I too need fiber in my diet. The hooch is my backup heat source. One year I made 60 gallons of it and froze it in my neighbor’s freezer. Through a long complicated method we further skimmed the least frozen liquids and by distilling made some high-grade apple brandy. These are my last jugs. The agent pointed out the milk jug of diesel and fire starters. Some people simply are over careful and not easily bribed. I offered her the hooch.
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I tend to collect old things. Railroad
stuff like that. I have many saws like that.
Cutting my winter firewood is a rather lengthy process.
You will notice next to the picture at my beginning attempt to convert to electricity.
Cutting my winter firewood is a rather lengthy process.
You will notice next to the picture at my beginning attempt to convert to electricity.
Being self-sufficient I do trap. Moles provide me plenty of animal protein, as well as pelts for my winter coat and toupee. I also have a much larger deer trap. It is too large to bring in and I do admit to having left it open. It cut the poor lady from the Highlands and you saw how well that turned out.
Are you outraged or shudder that I would construct a trap to kill deer? Think about it. Who does more damage? Why is one more precious than the other? Moles have sleek, nice pelts and their skin stretches well for the making of smallish mole bonding drums.
Deer are edible. Moles slightly less so. So why trap moles and not the other. People love cats. Cats kill birds, frogs, snakes and seedling flats. Not that I am suggesting or confessing to having owned a feline trap. Just a reminder that all the above are God’s creatures and that he did give us dominion over them.
I guess I will skip my special Chocolate Mole Sauce.
Sweet Alyssum from Port Townsend already gave me a sharp edit on this.
She runs a restaurant and has already rejected that sharing. Chung He,
in this respect even lends me the use of her blender whenever I make my
mole shakes. She just asks me to rinse it out afterward. That is fair.
Upstairs is the bedroom. You will
note that I have slacked off from my former Monastic ways in that I
laid down a rug.
The old bones just can’t take the cold concrete as they did when I was at the Mt. Hermon Monestary in Santa Cruz
The old bones just can’t take the cold concrete as they did when I was at the Mt. Hermon Monestary in Santa Cruz
.
I learned much about Abrahamistic
religions while I attended. The flail helped keep my attention on the
learning. I finally ran away from them, taking refuge in the fabled
Ivory tower of University. I learned much there as well. The former
Secretary of Education labeled UCSC as a mongrel cross between a
brothel and a hippie commune. I think he meant to insult us.
I ran away once before. I was 16 and decided to get out of Dodge. I ended up working for Volunteers of America. Upon arriving, I was to call to be collected. While I was in the phone booth, someone took off with both of my suitcases. Everything that I owned -- except my small backpack. They took me to the Salvation Army and re-outfitted me. In hindsight I suspect that those two summers gave me the most karmic mileage points than most other things I have ever done.
We worked with emotionally and physically abused children I was very good at what I did. I did have a minor difficulty. It was very devout and insisted that every counselor give a sermon under their majestic outdoor chapel. Yup, you guessed it – My turn had arrived. In my backpack was a book on Hinduism. I simply inserted it in front of the bible and began reading one especially juicy and warlike part. I also inserted Christian comparable for every Vishnu, Brahma and my ever beloved Siva. I ad-libbed something or other for the Monkey God..
I know I have strayed far from my home description, but I tell this tail just to re-assure people that I am a very spiritual man.
I really did end up hanging Drapes. I did so for Chung He. I was so taken by the task, that I extended it for the cabin as well. I began cutting up the Sackcloth blanket she had given me as my X-mass bonus. Jim didn’t know this, but his wife has often given me a tidbit extra. Just today, she sent me home with two (BIG) bowls of Seaweed soup. Another favorite recipe of mine.
Many years ago, she trained Rex and me together. Korean women are very frugal. All it cost her extra was a larger bag of treats. She still makes me clean off my toenails before I enter the house. Korean women, are that way. Only one other woman in my life trained me better. Sadly, I have badly lapsed from all those enlightenment's.
Dedicated to Jim Scharschmidt 2009 (C) Herb Senft
I ran away once before. I was 16 and decided to get out of Dodge. I ended up working for Volunteers of America. Upon arriving, I was to call to be collected. While I was in the phone booth, someone took off with both of my suitcases. Everything that I owned -- except my small backpack. They took me to the Salvation Army and re-outfitted me. In hindsight I suspect that those two summers gave me the most karmic mileage points than most other things I have ever done.
We worked with emotionally and physically abused children I was very good at what I did. I did have a minor difficulty. It was very devout and insisted that every counselor give a sermon under their majestic outdoor chapel. Yup, you guessed it – My turn had arrived. In my backpack was a book on Hinduism. I simply inserted it in front of the bible and began reading one especially juicy and warlike part. I also inserted Christian comparable for every Vishnu, Brahma and my ever beloved Siva. I ad-libbed something or other for the Monkey God..
I know I have strayed far from my home description, but I tell this tail just to re-assure people that I am a very spiritual man.
I really did end up hanging Drapes. I did so for Chung He. I was so taken by the task, that I extended it for the cabin as well. I began cutting up the Sackcloth blanket she had given me as my X-mass bonus. Jim didn’t know this, but his wife has often given me a tidbit extra. Just today, she sent me home with two (BIG) bowls of Seaweed soup. Another favorite recipe of mine.
Many years ago, she trained Rex and me together. Korean women are very frugal. All it cost her extra was a larger bag of treats. She still makes me clean off my toenails before I enter the house. Korean women, are that way. Only one other woman in my life trained me better. Sadly, I have badly lapsed from all those enlightenment's.
Dedicated to Jim Scharschmidt 2009 (C) Herb Senft