Olio: a miscellaneous collection of things
And this is all over the place today.
Yesterday it was spring and the wind howled, taking out the power for a few hours before we got home. Last night it got very cold and the wind howled, rattling the dog run dormer on the back of the house and whistling through the edges of the metal roof. This morning was crystal and the wind still howled. Out to start the car to warm up for the grandson run to the bus stop and this was the view.
The sun higher each day, rising above the ridges in the east and lighting the tops of the other ridges while our hollow was still in the dawn and the waning moon still high in the western sky.
As grandson was grabbing his coat and pulling or pushing on the bi-fold hall closet door, it sounded like someone dropping tinker toys (do you remember them, I do). Most of the doors in the house are beautiful doors handmade by eldest son when he was finishing the inside of the house, but rather than make a door that opened out into the hall, we opted for a bi-fold on that closet. This is what happened.
The top separated from the side and the slates came tumbling down. Thanks first to my Dad who taught me to tackle most repairs, from replacing the insides of a toilet or even a whole toilet, replacing garbage disposals when in the city and they were used, installing faucets, door locks and knobs, and on and on. Next to eldest son who will set me to work on a job with some instruction, then go off to do a different job himself, the door was taken down, the slats were carefully put back in the slots, lined up top and bottom and the door hammered back together with a new glue joint and a screw for good measure. The pilot hole drilled, the screw set, the door rehung, good as new (hopefully).
The day’s mail brought the parts to the first antique spinning wheel that was bought. The repairs are wonderful and there is a second bobbin. The wheel was put back together, the instructional video watched twice before attempting to put the double drive band on, and she was taken for a spin.
The front near leg still splays out a bit too much. When the wheel arrived, that leg had an adhesive spongy material on one side of it, a shim of sorts? That repair is on me to resolve. The wheel does spin and draws in the singles, but it has a tendency to throw the drive band after about a dozen rotations. Some adjustments must still be made, but my knowledge is too novice to know what so it has been thrown out into the ether for answers. It is a beauty, but it needs to be functional.
For as long as I can remember, each Valentine’s Day, my Dad sent each of his girls from wife to great granddaughters a kid’s type valentine card. When he passed in December of 2015, I knew I wouldn’t get any more of them, but Valentine’s Day 2016 came and there was an envelope with a card for me, one each for daughter and granddaughter and the envelope looked like it could have been written by him. I cried, daughter had to open it, my younger brother had decided that he was going to carry on the tradition. Today the envelope arrived and this was inside, again with that oh so familiar handwriting. His handwriting is eerily similar to Dad’s.
Yes, it made me cry again, but tears of sweet memories.