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Raking The Roof And Other Things I Hate About This Winter

February 12, 2014 at 8:40 am by Claudia

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It’s 10 below as I write this. I keep hearing weird house sounds that I now realize are the groans and thuds of a house dealing with sub zero temps. It’s unnerving.

A major storm is headed our way. I’ve poured over the various forecasts; some say as little as 8 inches of snow – some go for 18 inches. I don’t know where we’re going to put more snow.  There’s already more than a foot on the ground. Yesterday, I decided to check the level of heating oil and I was shocked to discover we had much, much less than I had thought. I suppose this is due to all the very cold weather we have been having. I ordered some more, but it won’t get  here until Thursday or Friday, so I’m trying to keep the thermostat at a lower temperature. Thursday is the snow storm. Friday, I’ll be digging out. Not sure how the oil truck will even get in the driveway.

My ‘adventure’ yesterday: Our gutters are filled with ice. The snow and ice create a dam that can bring water into the house. We’ve had this happen once before. I saw a hint of it the other day, so I started reading about the problem and everyone said you should get a roof rake to rake a couple of feet of snow from the edges of the roof near the gutters, which allows the ice to eventually melt in the gutters and away from the house.

I called Lowes. No roof rakes left. I went to Agway. They had roof rakes but they were really expensive. So I went to our local True Value where they informed me they had just sold the last two in stock. He said he’d had them in stock, untouched, for 3 years, and suddenly they were selling like hotcakes. But, I could rent one for $10/day. I just had to get it back the same day as someone had reserved it for this morning. Okay. I rented one.

I don’t know if you are familiar with roof rakes, but the end of it looks like a shovel pointed downwards, which enables you to rake the snow off the roof. There are a couple of extensions that you add to the main pole, making it very, very long – probably about 18 feet long. And awkward. And heavy. So I put it all together and started raking the edges of the porch roof. Every time I hit the wall of ice in the gutter, I would have to lift the rake and reposition it. Trying to maneuver the rake was tricky. Because it was so long and it had to reach so high, I could barely control it at times. I made my way around the house, though I couldn’t get to the highest parts of the roof. At one point, my struggles led me to fall backwards into a snow bank. So not only were my shoulders and arms sore, but I was wet in the bargain.

After I finished, I went inside to change and eat some lunch. Then I got ready to take it apart and return it to True Value. Two of the pieces wouldn’t come apart. I tried putting that section in the car to see if it would fit and it was too long. So I tried again. Finally, while calling True Value in a panic, I hit on burying it in the snow for a while and when I pulled it out, I managed to separate the two pieces.

Yikes.

I’m sore today. But I’ll probably have to rent it one more time after this storm.

I wish Don was here. And right now, I wish I still lived in San Diego. This has been a winter for the record books and I am beginning to hate it with a passion.

I’m thinking of everyone in the South and am praying your power stays on and that you stay safely at home. Send some prayers to the Northeast as well. We could use them.

Happy Wednesday.

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Miscellany on Tuesday

February 11, 2014 at 8:25 am by Claudia

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Oh, this bed. I love it. Although I have to say it’s strange having all that square footage to myself. Poor Don. The bed in his apartment sort of dips in the center. He finds the sofa more comfortable and he’s been sleeping there a lot.

And much to my surprise, I absolutely love this golden coverlet. I felt more than a little trepidation when I ordered it online. It was half off for one day (I think Garnet Hill was discontinuing this color) so I grabbed it. The whole time I was waiting for the bed – and we know that was a long time – I worried whether it would work in that room. I made back-up plans to order some other coverlet in aqua when I had some spare cash. But I love this color. I love the way it looks any time of day but especially when sunlight is pouring in the room. It just goes to show you that moving out of your usual color preference comfort zone is sometimes a very good thing.

In other news,

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I’m training Scout to do the laundry.

She’s a Border Collie, after all. She’s very intelligent.

Actually, Scout has developed this habit in the last year. She has to go into the bathroom several times a day to check things out. I call it ‘going on her rounds.’ She checks out the bathtub. She checks out the trash. She checks out the toilet. And when there’s laundry? She must check that out.

She’s missing her dad. She’s right by my side most of the day and I know it’s because she can’t understand where he is. Poor girl.

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I was standing at the sink the other day and saw about 10 birds flitting from branch to branch in this tree. There were two woodpeckers: one had black markings and the other was this one – a red bellied woodpecker. I ran for my camera but only managed to catch a glimpse of this guy. I wonder if it’s our friend Guthrie? I wrote a post about him that you can find here. Hello Guthrie, old pal.

I’ve been watching the Olympics like everyone else. I seem to be a bit more detached about them this time and I’m thinking it’s because I often see the results before I can watch the event. This time difference is tricky. Being on the internet is also tricky. It’s hard to avoid the results, as they seem to be everywhere.

I’m holding my breath about this approaching storm. As it moves up the East Coast, it could really wallop us. It all depends on the track. I’m praying it tracks further out to sea. I don’t have Don here to help me and I’m worried and already overwhelmed by all the snow and ice around here. I’m trying to stay in the moment and appreciate the beauty of this winter, and it is beautiful out there, but it seems to be harder to do when there’s already 15 inches of snow on the ground and there might be a lot more coming.

Winter, I love you for many reasons. But I am so looking forward to Spring.

I have two giveaways going on at the moment. Stop by my post about the Target Cartwheel app to be entered in a $1000 Target Gift Card Giveaway. And stop by my post about Suave Professionals® Moroccan Infusion Body Care to be entered in a $1000 Gift Card Giveaway.

Happy Tuesday.

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Filed Under: bedroom, birds, Don, Scout, snow, winter 40 Comments

Collecting Edgar Guest

February 10, 2014 at 9:17 am by Claudia

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Yes, you were right. I added the Claudia shadow box to the mix in the studio.

Maybe someday the snow will stop covering the skylight and I will be able to get a good photo of this space. Since more snow fell yesterday, I’m not holding my breath.

I forgot to tell you about one other thing I bought at my favorite antique store. We picked it up when we bought the lithograph. I’m a sucker for the framed mottos that were in homes early in the 20th century. I have several of them. There is something so endearing about them. The graphics are wonderful and sweet. Just as the decorating trend of late has been using words on a wall, framed mottos did the same thing (I think much more charmingly) during the last century.

When I first walked in the shop, I quickly saw this, a beautifully done graphic of a poem:

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Home by Edgar Guest. This is probably his most famous poem – very folksy, very sentimental. The graphics are beautiful, yes, but why was I drawn to this?

Edgar Guest was my dad’s godfather – he and my grandfather were best friends. Here is a little bit about Edgar Guest from Wikipedia.

 Edgar Albert Guest (20 August 1881, Birmingham, England  – 5 August 1959, Detroit, Michigan) (aka Eddie Guest) was a prolific English-born American poet who was popular in the first half of the 20th century and became known as the People’s Poet.

In 1891, Guest came with his family to the United States from England. After he began at the Detroit Free Press as a copy boy and then a reporter, his first poem appeared 11 December 1898. He became a naturalized citizen in 1902. For 40 years, Guest was widely read throughout North America, and his sentimental, optimistic poems were in the same vein as the light verse of Nick Kenny, who wrote syndicated columns during the same decades.

From his first published work in the Detroit Free Press until his death in 1959, Guest penned some 11,000 poems which were syndicated in some 300 newspapers and collected in more than 20 books, including A Heap o’ Livin’ (1916) and Just Folks (1917). Guest was made Poet Laureate of Michigan, the only poet to have been awarded the title.

His popularity led to a weekly Detroit radio show which he hosted from 1931 until 1942, followed by a 1951 NBC television series, A Guest in Your Home.

When Guest died in 1959, he was buried in Detroit’s Woodlawn Cemetery.

Dad has memories of Edgar Guest visiting his house quite often. He and my grandfather loved a good game of cards. Dad remembers him as a lovely, kind man. I remember his son, Bud Guest, who had a radio show of his own on Detroit’s WJR for years. My mom listened to it every day.

Several years ago, I started collecting some of the many volumes of his poetry as a tribute to my dad and the grandfather I never knew.  So when I saw this motto, I was smitten. But I put it down and thought: sometime in the future. We left, came back the next day to buy the lithograph and there it was. As we were getting ready to leave, I saw a man pick it up and hold it. I panicked. Was he about to buy it? Turns out he wasn’t, but Don said, “Get it, or you’ll go crazy worrying about someone else getting it.” So I did.

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You can see how lovely the graphics are. The frame is beautiful as well.

Truth be told, the poems are often too flowery for me, but the sentiment behind them is one I share. When I was fearful about trying something new, my dad often said to me, paraphrasing a line of Guest’s poetry, “Somebody said it couldn’t be done, but I with a chuckle replied, I wouldn’t say so until I tried.” Wise words.

The actual words are:

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so until he tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it!

From It Couldn’t Be Done by Edgar Guest

He grew up hearing those words penned by his godfather. So did I. That’s why I gather and collect the poetry of Edgar Guest. And you know what? Sentimentality comes from deeply felt emotion, from truths that come from the heart.

I’m as sentimental as they come. Edgar Guest and I have that in common.

Happy Monday.

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