Got an early snow this season.
And with two January snow events, this seems promising. Or ominous, depending on your view.
But we have a roof that can deal with it all!
–Simon
Every Snow (Part 5)…
Stamford
Physical location is a strong indicator of one’s status within an organization. When I started working for my employer, I entered the building at entrance W4, which was the furthest entrance from E2: the main entrance. Unsurprisingly, E2 was an elegant and modernized entrance, with glass panel partitions and doors, comfy chairs, the security desk, etc. W2 had a malfunctioning door hinge and crumbling concrete stairs. By the time the office was shut down in favor of full remote work, my desk was by E2. I had made it.
But it was still a satellite office. HQ was in Stamford, CT. Important people, not myself, regularly flew there for important meetings. And a select few non-important people, chosen from a pool of low-ranking hourly workers such as myself, but never myself. Fast-track programs existed for us, but I was never selected. Until after about 7 years. One of 4 chosen participants, but only one would win, and ultimately they chose not to fly me anywhere, and returned me to my menial job.
I eventually landed a salaried position. And the department was based in…Alpharetta. I got to travel, but still not to HQ.
Promoted again, COVID happened, and no travel occurred at all. Then I changed positions, and shortly thereafter everyone at my last job traveled to Stamford for a department meeting.
Finally, my current department budgeted travel, and I was sent to Stamford. After 18 years, I saw HQ.
Such is white collar life.
But I don’t write about my work. Instead, this is just an excuse to post a few pics from my Stamford trip:
And now, the saga is finally complete. Career bucket list item checked off.
–Simon
Hoard a Cord
Or two!
…which is the most aggravating unit of measure. A cord of stacked firewood, which measures 4’x4’x8′, does not conveniently fit within any structure made of lumber, whose standard dimensions come in 4′ or 8′. Because the internal dimensions necessitate the outer frame to be longer, otherwise the wood cannot be overlapped in order to attach screws. What I needed was 4′,4″ and 8′,6″ boards, but they’re not sold in those lengths. So I had to buy 10′ versions, which was more expensive and generated a lot of waste.
But dammit, I would not be deterred. The accumulating piles of wood from my trees, due to easement reclamation, fungal disease, hurricanes, and general pruning, has left me with quite the back-logs (ha!). I wanted to finally process it all, and I wanted to stack firewood in exacting measurements, as well as be sure that future firewood providers were being truthful. So 10′ boards it would have to be, cut down to give me those exacting lengths.
Taking a cue from my previously-built tomato trellis, which is still firmly standing 5 years later, I opted for 4x4s, stuck 2 feet deep. That’s the maximum depth I can get post diggers down to, and historically that’s been sufficient to stay below the frost line. I doubt that with the weight of the wood that frozen ground pushing my posts out would be a problem anyway, but I’d rather not have to build this again. The rocky soil was certainly a pain, but fortunately I had supplemental manual labor to employ.
A bad design of engineering is to rely upon connecting hardware for load-bearing applications, so the supporting boards, which would hold the firewood off the ground, were rested upon sunken 2x4s, screwed into the outer frame. The goal being, the vertical support would rest directly upon the ground, rather than relying upon the main structure.
But not all firewood is cut to the same length, so in order to prevent smaller pieces from touching the ground, I installed fencing wire to shore up the gaps.
One cord down, I added a second identical section.
There are plans for a roof, using leftover metal sheeting from the house roof. I’m hoping it will match nicely, but the more pressing matter was to get the wood split and stacked for the changing seasons. And with the help of a newly-purchased splitter, it only took several weeks! Damn was that a lot of wood!
I’m glad that’s done. The wood situation needed addressing and I had been planning a storage solution for years. More pics to come once the roof is installed, but I’ll need some more time off for that. Hoping to wrap this up for 2025!
–Simon
Midwest Weather
I dunno what formations these are, but that right there is some o dat midwest weather:
–Simon
Viva la Renaissance
Renaissance festivals weren’t a part of my childhood. The American southwest celebrates a more macho frontiersmanism: cowboys and indians, rodeos, gunslingers and sheriffs. And the festivals emulated that type of historical lifestyle. Performers lassoed cattle, twisted rope, boiled lye and ash into soap, and executed dangerous stunts on horseback. It was fun, but didn’t mesh well with a nerd culture. Sword and sorcery just wasn’t a thing.
And it’s funny to think that Ohio used to be the frontier. But I think that since the land works better for farming, as opposed to ranching; and the locals’ culture is mostly derived from Europeans and Scandinavians, vs Spanish (because really, Spain isn’t considered a European nation in the academic sense) – that the concept of enjoying medieval European history maintains stronger roots.
Whatever the reason, I like it better.
I also never posted about it before. So here’s some pics from this year’s Ohio Renaissance Festival:
And there we have our crew of nerds. Way better than rodeos.
–Simon