We wonder where the years went, but we are so grateful for each other because we are completely dependable best friends, and we still feel all squishy about each other. We have been blessed with a wonderful marriage.
We went to Olive Garden, with old friend Doug as our server, had a very nice meal, and lingered over coffee/tea and dessert. Oh was it good.
It was an honest mistake. There was a wrapped box of chocolates with Vicki's name on it on top of the other presents, out of reach, I thought. Bailey naturally assumed it was for her and ate all the chocolates.
It didn't seem to bother her at all even though chocolate can be poisonous to dogs. We gave her bread and pumpkin with some olive oil to push the chocolate through her system, and she was fine.
The two of them share the couch, usually peacefully. The problem is the cat often decides the doggy really needs grooming and proceeds to lick the dog's face. Bailey would rather snooze but puts up with the cleaning. In the meantime they are snuggled up together.
We are going to Los Angeles for Thanksgiving with Vicki's family. The very nice people down the street come over twice a day to walk Bailey, and feed Kat and Bailey. When we are here Bailey scrounges constantly for food - biscuits, kibble, people food, anything. We feel bad with her getting fed only twice a day when we are gone, so I bought an automatic kibble feeder, to give her a half cup at 5:30 am, noon, and 10 pm.
We had to test it, of course. She assumed it was some elaborate toy with kibble inside, and did her best to take it apart. I do expect she will demolish it while we are gone, but in the meantime she is patiently waiting for more to come out. So sad.
I am doing a survey on the Western Passport Center in Gateway Center, a commercial subdivision I first surveyed around 1984 when it was part of the old dump. This site was originally Skate Country, then when that folded the GSA leased the site for the passport center. Very security conscious, with guards, with guns.
Down the street I found this tree, with sort of fall colors, about the best we can do in Tucson. Sigh.
Years ago when at CBA I did a subdivision plat called Bay Colony, by the airport. I've done several ALTA surveys in there since, and last year I did a topographic survey for some drainage problems. The engineers recently needed more shots in Valencia and in the ditch heading north.
Valencia was dangerous because of the cars, and the ditch, well, was muddy. I anticipated that and brought an old pair of shoes. Wasn't as bad as expected.
Note the long water hose and electric cord to the food truck, dragging through the ditch.
We always feed Bailey first, in the hope that she won't beg so much when we eat (it doesn't work). So, I gave her the usual supper, referred to as "The good kind" in this house: Canned duck and potato, green beans, and pumpkin, all heated until just right. She loves it. Then, just because she is so cute, I gave her a cup of kibble stuffed into a cardboard tube. She loves to solve the mystery of getting it out of the tube. Now she has been fed, and fed some more, plus entertained.
I made myself a nice salad for dinner, with a slice of cheese toast to dip in olive oil (Vicki spent the day heaving following a reaction to the latest pain medication, so I was dining alone.) I got the toast from the toaster, came around the corner, and there was Bailey standing on my chair and scarfing down my salad. I yelled at her, and went to whine to Vicki. While I was gone Bailey finished it off by grabbing my cheese toast. I surrendered and rather than waste what salad was left I gave it to Bailey. She cleaned the bowl save for the little piece of lettuce you see on the carpet. Then I got myself a replacement salad, and all the time I was eating it she sat and stared at me, her belly bulging. She is shameless.
One of my favorite clients, architect Burak Bekat, needed a rush topo on the strip of land East of Randolph Way and the junkyard I surveyed last month. I remembered that the sides of the drainage channel were steep and deep, so I fortunately thought to bring along my ladder.
It was an easy job except for keeping track of the northings for the sections, at every 30 feet. That's an oddball number in surveying so I had to concentrate on adding every 30 feet, and had to stop several times to think it through.
Why, you ask, would I show a picture of deer poop in our yard? Because there is plenty of it, meaning we have a herd of deer visiting our yard in the evening. During the day they lounge under the foliage by the banks of the wash, then roam at night. I saw them once jumping the wall and got about one second of video.
They have been eating the Indian fig cactus pads (no stickers) and must be hungry, so I bought them a bale of Timothy hay and some feed grain, but they ignored it so I gave it to our neighbor for her two horses, Bambi and Molly.
The deer were on our patio last week and I suspect playing in the pool, going by the amount of water splashed out and the wet hoof prints leading to the wall.
It has been five weeks since Vicki's back surgery, and she has made remarkable progress, to the point we went out to dinner for the first time in months. Olive Garden, always a favorite, and the meal and service were perfect.
We've been taking short walks in the evening, and she can handle that if she remembers not to bend over to cuddle the friendly dogs we meet on the way. Full recovery will take one year.
Don't laugh. I grew hollyhocks when I was a kid, back when I had a green thumb. Now it's more like a black thumb, and I've tried for years to get a hollyhock to sprout. This one almost didn't survive, as the top was cropped by a bunny rabbit despite the two predators who live in our house and clearly are not doing their job, probably because they prefer to sleep rather than patrol.
One of the tasks we face in Tucson is periodically whitening the roof, partially to ease the temperature from the blistering sun, and somewhat to prevent leaks in the monsoon season. So, I've been on the roof (1) scraping every inch with a putty knife to get up the old blistered material, (2) washing the roof with a TSP solution, and (3) giving the roof a double coat of Elastomeric. The hard part was the scraping, obviously, with 3700 square feet.
The part I dreaded was jacking up the north air conditioning unit to replace the rotten 4 x 4 boards holding it off the roof. Not so much the actual work, but getting the jack out of the car, and putting it back in so it won't rattle. Now that's the hard part. So far hoisting the AC unit was easy, but wish me luck in two days when I put the jack back in the car.
I did the final survey for the new Panda Express in Oro Valley, which requires some form of public art, usually whimsical and cute. This one was no exception. I loved it, as did the restaurant patrons, kids and adults alike.
I had lunch there, and it wasn't bad. Should have gotten the bowl, because even the small plate was way too much for me. Pretty good food, though. I can see why it is so popular.
The Mexican evening primroses grow naturally in our yard every year. They are hardy and drought resistant, but devoured by flea beatles so we have to dust them.
I was out weeding yesterday evening and saw two of the primroses had buds. I turned around and one was fully open so I ran to get Vicki, and we watched the second one open. It happens quite fast, less than a minute, so you can literally watch the buds open.
And they are beautiful flowers.
On our way to West Covina to spend time with Vicki's family, we stopped off in Colton to see this house, just a block of the freeway. This is where Allie and Virgil Earp lived in the 1880s, after the gunfight at the OK Corral in Tombstone. He worked for the town of Colton in various capacities.
Nice little place with classy style. I imagine quite a nice house for the time.
I surveyed a BioDiesel site yesterday. Interesting place, where they convert used cooking oil and grease into BioDiesel fuel. It was, um, slightly smelly. In taking topo shots I came across a large chew bone, evidently a present for the guard dog at night. I can't imagine how big he must be because that was one large bone. He had buried it in the gravel for future use.
How cold was it? Cold enough for the pool to freeze over with thick ice. That's Bailey wondering why dad put his tea cup on the ice.
Worse, the bearings in the pool pump failed, so the poor repair man was here to replace the pump. I had to boil water so he could pour it on the seal to take the old pump off. He was from Sweden and the cold didn't seem to bother him that much.
It was so cold some of the cactus pads froze solid and broke off. That's typical of cold weather here, but the surprising thing is the pads are still frozen solid. I normally use a cultivator to spear them and pick them up, but it wouldn't penetrate the ice.
It is freezing outside, the water was off from frozen pipes and valves, and the gas is off for the same reason. Fortunately, we have two little electric space heaters, and Bailey knows what to do.
She hasn't given up on the notion of a long walk, but she can forget it - I'm not venturing outside.
I am astonished at how well Bailey is aware of her surroundings. This rock, for example. She immediately knew it was out of place, and hence possibly dangerous.
The people down the street had a garage sale, so attached a poster to a cardboard box and anchored it with a rock. When the sale was over they were nice enough to pick up the box and poster, leaving the rock. Out of place. A possible threat. You never can tell with rocks.
I spent the day in Casa Grande getting elevations in the parking lot for some new pads. I thought the previous Christmas tree sales lot would be a problem, but I found an opening in the fence, and the tent was canvas, which does not obstruct the satellite signals, soI was able to use GPS under the canopy. Neat as could be, but it sure felt weird taking shots in there
I ended the day with reflectorless on the West end of the former WalMart building, where the tall wall made accurate GPS shots impossible. I made a 5' mark on the wall every 25 feet, and shot the marks, sort of like a 5' rod held against the building.
Cold, really cold, for us. It was 25 degrees F this morning, and not warming up. I had no intention of taking Bailey for a walk but she sat under my desk and stared at me. What's a dad going to do?
It looks like the snow will be here shortly. We're one of the few areas in Tucson that didn't get snow yesterday.
We had a wonderful Christmas together, starting with a candlelight service at church last night. It was very nice, and it was moving. Thank you, Pantano Christian Church.
I've felt bad because I enjoyed reading The House of the Seven Gables earlier this year and Vicki just couldn't get into it, so I bought her the Classics Illustrated comics version from the early 1950s. It's practically almost the same. The Adventures of Marco Polo is one I had read when I was eleven, so I got that for Vicki to give to me, unawares of course. Thank you, Santa.
It was a stealth operation: My son Joe ordered them for me, and we used code words like "I took my bike in for repairs," and "The tires are fixed; it was only $25." That was fun. Thank you, Joe.
Every night we tuck them into bed, with their favorite stuffed animal. We use rolled up towels to separate them because Kat tends to get friendly and knead Bailey with her paws, and claws. When that happens we can expect crying from the hallway around midnight: Dad, the cat's bothering me again.
We have been plagued with a smelly shower drain. It all began a year ago when the drain was sluggish, so I plunged it. That solved the drainage part, but pulled bad bacteria above the trap. Slowly, the odor grew to the point that it was horrible. Our favorite plumber gave up on us, and we've not been able to lure any other plumber over here. They lose interest as soon as we mention smelly shower drain.
So, I tried a Clorox spray, which stopped the smell for two days, then it returned. I tried a vinegar spray; same results. Daily sprays of one or the other work for about a day. I also tried a cup of baking soda followed by a cup of vinegar, which produced a spectacular foam, but no lasting relief. Desperate measures were called for, so I tied a strong cord around a section of old sock, and jammed that down into the drain with a long screwdriver. I then filled the drain above the tile level with vinegar and let it soak, then repeated the procedure several times, and finally pulled the sock out
Voila! The odor has been gone for five days. Whoopee!
Not quite as gorgeous as New England, but the trees in Tucson do turn orange and yellow in the late fall.
This is our neighbor's tree, up the street. It is very pretty at sunset.
Two years ago I took several hundred elevation shots in the Pantano Wash for a sand and gravel company client, so they could prove how much they were removing. This week I went back to take more shots to show how much (or little) the wash had changed.
The Leica GPS system I use was fabulous. I loaded the points from two years ago into the data collector, staked out each point in turn, and took a current shot in exactly the same place. It could not have been easier. It was a fun day surveying.
Pack rats are the cutest little things, something you would want to pick up and cuddle. The mystery is how they can haul cactus pads around and build a midden without getting stuck on the needles.
That's a yardstick I put in the midden to give an indication of the size and depth of the pile.
I finally, after several decades, got around to reading The House of the Seven Gables, and found it fascinating, albeit difficult to read because of the long, convoluted sentences. What surprised me was the inclusion in an 1851 story of what I consider "modern" items, as when they fled on the train, or the delivery of root beer.
I followed that with The Scarlet Letter, equally fascinating. Great early American novels, both.
Next up, Twice Told Tales, and then some Washington Irving.
When we adopted Bailey several years ago she was very insecure, so to hide from the world she would get under the covers on our bed and burrow down to the foot of the bed, safely hidden except for the bulge under the sheets. We don't know how she managed to breathe.
Every now and then she goes through a phase where she hides under the blankets as we tuck her into bed (her own bed, not ours). This was last night, just the nose visible. She was fine until Kat walked across the blanket and disturbed her.
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