Plaster, trees, and Cape May

Obligatory home photo.

 Well hello. It has been the longest break ever from the blog. There are a few reasons, and more excuses, but certainly not a lack of material. Repairs and renovations have been made, trips have been taken, and we have generally emerged from the pandemic. One solid reason for the break is my broken "d" key here on my Lenovo laptop. Spell checker catches most of the dropped "d's", but if I miss one, I'm sure you'll forgive me. 

Before

The biggest completed task was the repair and painting of the walls an ceiling in our enclosed second floor porch. I ordered a kit from Plaster Magic specially designed for D.Y.I.ers repairing plaster walls and ceilings. It worked quite well and was relatively easy. The repair involves repairing and securing the loose plaster and then fixing the hole. The only additional item I had to buy was joint compound to skim coat the repair area. Then it was a matter of sanding, priming, and painting. I'm still working on the windows, repairing and glazing. That job needs to be done for every window in the house. 

After

Next big job kind of fell in my lap. The owner of the spooky house next door had hired a guy to take down some huge trees in "his" back yard. In conversation with him I realized he had no idea where the property line was and was about to have a large tree cut down in my yard. I wanted the tree down so I ended up paying for that tree, while the neighbor paid for his trees. Problem is all the branches and logs from all the trees ended up in my yard and it literally took me weeks to clean up the mess. Luckily, a farmer driving by wanted the massive logs to burn and he took those heavy things away.

We took a week off, finally, to go to Cape May and Wildwood Crest In the middle of June. The week pretty much consisted of us sitting in lounge chairs drinking cold stuff and reading novels. For me, it was my friend Dan Padavona and his creepy procedurals. ,We ate out at a few of our favorite restaurants, but also often dined in our room, that had a kitchenette. It was our first true vacation since retiring back in August. 

My position for most of vacation.

We have some plans for travel after Labor Day, but until then we are content to work on the house, and take a few day trips. The beauty of retirement life is traveling to the hot spots after everyone goes back to work and school.

I promise to update the blog more often, and maybe fix my keyboard. But just remember that I'm retired now, and deadlines and commitments are foreign to me. Upcoming blogs may include an on going practical joke, window repair and glazing and maybe a video blog.  

Our little spruce

 I love trees. I believe I get this from my father, who also loves trees. During his teen years in the 1940s, dad worked in a cemetery that his father managed, often trimming and pruning trees. In the late 1960s, and early 1970s, into my early teen years, dad planted a couple dozen trees of various types, including a few spruce. He taught me what types of trees are good for various purposes and locations.

Healthy White Spruce

I like extremes. The highest, lowest, fastest...this is the weather guy side of me. I grew up rooting for the strongest thunderstorms and heaviest snowfalls. So, what has the to do with trees, and particularly a spruce tree? Well, the spruce, specifically the white spruce, is an extreme tree. It's a North American native, and lives further north than any other tree. It survives well north of the Arctic Circle in places, and has been known to survive temperatures to -70F (-57C). Another neat thing about the spruce is that it is native to New York, and is common in the Adirondacks. They grow just fine in the Binghamton area, and can be found growing naturally in patches on northern facing slopes in the higher elevations of the area. There are other things to like about spruce trees. They are generally bug and disease free, they grow in almost any soil, require little maintenance, and are, of course, the classic Christmas tree.

So, you would think that this desirable and hardy tree would be readily available for purchase, right?  Ah...no. I couldn't find a local nursery or garden store that had one in stock. You can find Norway Spruce (too droopy), Frasier Fir (too weak), and Blue Spruce (too blue), but none of them are native New Yorkers. This leads to looking online for a tree. But purchasing a tree online is difficult, because you can't see the exact tree you are getting, and it must be shipped, which is both expensive and dangerous (for the tree). Lacking other options, short of stealing one, I forged ahead. What I found on the internet, was a wide variety of options and pricing. I won't bore you with the details but tell you I ended up buying a white spruce for $19.99 plus $10 shipping. There were no details other than it would be potted (good thing), not bare root (bad thing), and would be shipped in 7 to 10 days. Good. Fall is a perfect time to plant and I would still have enough time to plant before winter hit. Purchase completed, I would begin to look for our tree in a couple of weeks. I moved on.

That's about 18" of baby spruce. 

The next day I noticed a small box on our front step. Uh oh. It couldn't be. It was. Inside the box was the cutest little spruce tree you've ever seen. I had purchased a Charlie Brown Christmas tree. After my surprise wore off, like Charlie Brown I immediately fell in love with the little guy and am committed to letting him grow. There were issues though. First, was the weather. Despite their hardy reputation, you do need to take care in transplanting a spruce because it may have been grown in a warmer climate. Fall is the perfect time to plant it, but in typical Binghamton fashion, our near term forecast is for temperatures in the teens at night, with wind. Not exactly normal fall weather. I could keep the poor thing in the basement all winter, and bring it out in the spring, but I wasn't sure that would be good for it either. Bringing it into the warm house could cause it to prematurely bloom, damaging for next year. Looking carefully at the tree, I could see no fresh sprouts so I decided it would most likely be safe outdoors, so I went out to dig a hole in the side yard. I dug the hole about three times as deep as needed, not like I needed that it that deep, but I then removed the rocks and filled it two thirds of the way back up with loose dirt. I put the little spruce in and filled the hole, then watered. I need to put up a post or stake so we don't trample him since just an average snowstorm will bury him.

Can you see the tree? This spruce has

plenty of room to grow. 

If I can do so, I may get a tiny set of lights to decorate our spruce this holiday season, but that's if I can find the tree again, and assuming it's not buried. Anyway, it will be fun watching the tree grow.

On the same subject, but at the other end of the subject are cold hardy palms. There are species of palms that are very resistant to cold and grow without protection as far north as Cape Cod. I believe I can get one to grow in Binghamton, on the south side of my house, with some winter protection. That would give me the most northern most tree, and a southern tree, growing on the same property! I told you I like extremes.

On the home front, we raked and bagged for the third time this fall. An article in the local paper advised that you can simply leave the leaves where they fall, or mulch them, and they will fertilize your lawn. I think we have too many for that, plus I just don't like the look of the sloppy, wet mess on the lawn. I did run over what was left to mulch before I planted the spruce. You can see the result in the above picture.

After discussion with my lovely bride Cindy, we've decided to move our work into the upstairs bathroom for a freshen up. At some point we need to do a complete remodel, but until then we cannot live with the awful paint job, cracked walls, and leaky caulk. So I caulked the tub, repaired the cracks, and have begun to paint. The ceiling is done, and I have the first coat on the wall surrounding the tub and shower. I've been forced to turn the heat up in the house to help dry the paint. Seems to warm for me but Cindy and the cats love it.