Author: Cabincrafted1

Fiber Arts and Needles

Knitters and spinners are picky about their equipment. They find what they like and are ardent supporters of their favorites. Sometimes it takes a while to settle into what “works” best for them.

I am no exception. When I was just picking up knitting again, I would buy inexpensive needles in the size I needed for the project at hand. As I got to be a better knitter, I learned that better needles lasted longer and were smoother to use, but I have never been a fan of metal needles, they make my hands hurt and have an off odor. I also have learned that I prefer the shorter 3-4 inch length tips to the longer 5-6 inch one again as they don’t seem to aggravate my arthritis in my hands as much. One of the products that has come out in more recent years are needles with interchangeable tips so that you need fewer needles and can change the cord to suit the project. I loved interchangeable tips until my hand strength lessened due to age and the aforementioned arthritis and I could no longer tighten the connectors enough to even knit through a single row on a sweater without them coming partially or fully unscrewed. Reluctantly, I advertised and sold my interchangeable sets on the social network for lovers of needle crafts, Ravelry. I have thought about this problem more and more in the past year and have wondered why the designers of this style needle don’t use reverse threaded connectors, so that as you knit, you automatically tighten rather than loosen the connection.

The problem has sent me off in search of non metal, 3-4″ fixed circular needles in a size small enough to make a hat and long enough to knit a sweater or do the magic loop technique to close up the top of a hat. The funds from selling my beloved interchangeables will just cover the needles in the most common sizes I use in two lengths, so now instead of having one compact case of tips and cables, I will have a basket full of needles.

The hand issues have also forced me to seek crochet hooks with larger shafts or the Clover brand that has the butterscotch colored flattened plastic handle with a thumb pad.

I have never gotten adept at using double pointed needles and have told my daughter that I would teach her to use them, but I feel like I’m playing pick up sticks with them.

It is all our different opinions that keep the companies in business. Now I’m off to find an Etsy shop that sells a circular needle case that isn’t notebook sized to store my fixed circulars in once they come. And to work on my sweater with the craft store metal needle with long tips until my new ones come..

The pattern is Estelle, the yarn Quince and Co. Lark in Delft. At least I can still knit.

February 18, 2014
Beauty and Hazards

The snow pack is thinning. Our neighbor that hays our fields for the bulk of the hay came down after dark Saturday night with his behemoth tractor with climate control cab and plowed out our driveway. As he was the one who constructed it for us a couple of summers ago, he knows generally where it is under the snow. This allowed us to bring both vehicles back down to the house. To change things up a bit, this morning we drove into the university town to a little local diner for breakfast. The nearest parking is across Main Street and slightly uphill and though the access was cleared, the parking spaces have been trod by many feet in the past half week and between each parking space is an ice slick. Both of us had slides, fortunately with no fall just trying to get out of the car and to the cleared walkway.

Yesterday as the roads seem to be mostly cleared, we took a jaunt 2000 more feet up our mountain to see more snow.

If you ever watched “Dirty Dancing,” this is the “lodge” in the movie, also know as Mountain Lake Lodge, a hotel with adjacent cabins. Though it is closed this time of year, except for special weekend events, it is still beautiful.

The elevation there is about 4400 feet and the ridge has trees frosted generally from frozen fog that forms.

The property on the near edge of this valley belonged to my grandfather’s family, though when we bought our farm, I had no idea that it was literally walking distance away. My hubby teases that I did know, but I had never even been to this county or seen that area at the time.

As we were going up to see the lake and the hotel in the snow, we saw this. It is not our car, there was no one in it, but this is a lesson on why you don’t drive a 2 wheel drive vehicle on snowy, icy mountain roads. The only thing keeping this car from tumbling on down the mountain side is the tree behind it that it hit as it slid over the embankment. Hopefully, no one was hurt. It will take a thaw and a creative, daredevil tow truck driver to get that one out.

That is the mountain on which the red car, the hotel, and our home are located.

Fortunately, this snow did not take out our power, so all of the prep we did for it does not have to be done again for the ice storm due tonight that more than likely will steal all of the conveniences from us for at least a day or two.

Life is good on our mountain farm.

February 17, 2014
We Wish We had Known

For our homestead, we wanted and built a log home. After much internet research, visiting a log home show and attending as many of the workshops as we could squeeze into one afternoon, we sketched a rough floor plan and started looking for the log home company from which we would buy our home kit. It turned out one of the companies was only three towns south east of us and it would save us a ton of shipping costs. This company would take our floor plan and work up the plans and then put together the kit. Once the plans had been adjusted to fit furniture, add a coat closet and a few other minor changes, the kit was ordered, 4 tractor trailer loads. We probably would have saved more money if we had hired a company that put the kit together and built the house.

We had hired a local contractor that our son who general contracted for us had located and interviewed. He wasn’t our first choice, but the first choice required that the crew would have had to be picked up each morning and returned home each evening, almost an hour each way as they are Amish and then they didn’t have a truck. It turns out that the one we hired had never built a log home and he was a master at spending our money, trying to get us to add more and more to the house. He also had no experience with a water catchment system that we wanted for animal watering.

He made so many mistakes that have cost us. The house design has a dog-run dormer on the back side.

This design gives us much more living area upstairs in our loft, master bedroom and master bath, but it results in a steep metal roof that is set back from a narrow metal roof. The water catchment system involves gutters with downspouts that feed into pvc pipe around the foundation of the house and leading over to three 1500 gallon concrete tanks joined together off the southwest corner of the house and downhill.

Part of the problems are not his incompetence totally, but he didn’t have the foresight to envision some of the problems that his techniques would produce. Instead of subcontracting out the roof installation, he decided he could do it himself, more money in his pocket. He failed to put snow spikes on the upper roof which isn’t an issue except once or twice a year when the snow piles up on the roof then slides off the offset upper roof, hits the narrow lower roof, taking out the lower gutter which shouldn’t even be there as most of the rain hits the upper roof and the downspouts from the upper gutter should feed the tanks. The snow then slides off the lower roof and crashes on the heat pump unit. After having it repaired 4 times in one winter season, our son built the shed roof over it.

Though that solves the problem, it could have been avoided with the snow spikes or having moved the heat pump unit around the corner to the west side of the house.

His solution to the water catchment system had an overflow pipe that was a full 18 inches above the top of the water storage tanks and there was no way to get water out of the tanks. This resulted in us digging the tops of the tanks out a few summers ago and our son redesigned the system, we drained the tanks and he climbed inside the southern most one to drill a hole in the lower southeast side to install a water line that we ran in a trench more than 400 feet to a downhill yard hydrant that is gravity fed. He also drilled an overflow hole in the upper southeast side to install an overflow pipe that drains off to a rock pile on the edge of a low spot that is outside of our hay field area. That solved that problem at additional expense to us.

Other issues on the inside of the house, I have blogged about previously, such as putting the water to the utility room on the sheltered north wall instead of the sun basted south wall and hall wall that had to be shifted a foot by our son so that the stove and refrigerator did not touch in the kitchen.

When we bought the logs, they had a special that gave us a “free” garage. “Free” meant the logs, not the slab, roof and extra door. We thought this might be good to have, but we virtually never parked our cars in the garage, instead it stores tools, coolers, ladders, etc. most of which could have been stored in the basement that he also talked us into adding. The basement has finally been converted into a rec room and a 4th bedroom, but there is still a huge area that houses the heating/cooling and water heater and that area could have been fitted out with shelving and a workbench for the tools and coolers at a much lower cost than the “free” garage.

Hindsight is 20/20 but many things would have been done differently if we had known. If you ever plan a house, try to envision the problems that design can cause and check references on your contractor. We are fortunate to have a son that could see and repair some of the issues.

February 16, 2014
Almost Heaven SW Virginia

My apologies to John Denver, but this is a beautiful area. For reference, this county abuts West Virginia and we live only a short handful of miles from the border. The county is rural, agricultural; raising mostly beef cattle and Christmas trees with a few horse farms in the mix. I have often posted about our homestead farm, but today I am taking you on a photo tour of our “town.”

The county boasts 3 standing covered bridges all crossing the same creek that runs about 2 more miles beyond this bridge owned by the town and then it disappears into the earth to resurface in the New River that traverses 45 miles through the county. Two of the bridges are privately owned, this one and one private one are closed to driving across them.

The town once had a population of about 5000 people, complete with hotels, taverns, businesses and homes. In 1902 there was a tremendous fire that destroyed all but three buildings of the town, which was never reconstructed as it was before. The actual town now has a hardware store, a small restaurant, a general store/gas station, a post office, about 3 dozen houses, a heating contractor and several churches. On the fringes, there is the old school, now a community center, the rescue squad, volunteer fire house, a plumbing contractor and the Ruritan Park. The entire county only has about 15000 residents.

The farms are mostly old family homes, many built several generations ago and remodeled to add modern kitchens and indoor plumbing. The variety of barns is a source of beauty to the area.

This gravel road leads through a pass and at the top of the pass, the Appalachian trail crosses the road.

This is the remains of a Civil War era house that though abandoned and having no windows remaining, was still standing when we moved here 7 years ago. Time and weather have taken it’s toll and this last foot and a half of snow two days ago brought it almost to the ground.

The top of our mountain has one of only two natural lakes in the state. This one is surrounded by a conservancy that owns the grand stone hotel featured in the movie “Dirty Dancing” that was filmed mostly at that location. There are many hiking trails in this conservancy and the Appalachian trail crosses again only a couple of miles from the hotel.

The area is beautiful at all seasons, but especially now covered in snow.

February 15, 2014
And the Day After

The snow finally ended around 5:30 p.m. but the wind picked up and the dry snow is being blown into drifts deeper than knee high. Our total was around 17-18″ (44+ cm), deep enough that a walk uphill to take pictures of the road and the house from the barn was very tiring. One of the deepest areas is a shallow rounded cut between the garage and the chicken coop that is there to drain water from the driveway away from the house and on downhill. I get a bootful every time I go over to make sure the chickens have food and water and to collect eggs, even with my Squall pants Velcroed over the outside of the barn boots which are taller than my snow boots.

Today is clear and bright with a very brisk wind blowing, but the temperature is above freezing.

Several weeks ago, we watched a news item about a snow phenomenon that I had never seen before, or at least not notices. It occurs when the wind blows across the surface of the snow, rolling it like you would a snowman, sometimes creating solid balls, sometimes a donut or pipe shape. Much to my amazement when I went over to do morning chicken chores, much more difficult in deep snow, I spotted them in the yard.

The dogs continue to romp and leap through the snow, rolling and playfully attacking each other until they are exhausted. I haven’t figured out how to get them to “plow” me a path over to the coop yet. After nearly an hour of moving snow, packing snow down and digging out one of the hay bales, I got enough hay on the snow to coax 6 of the fuzzy butts out to eat and drink. While busy adding more hay in the run to give them a bit more space to be outdoors, I heard a racket inside the coop and found two hens trying to occupy one of the six nesting boxes together to lay their morning egg. That was rather amusing but after checking under the one who had claimed it first there was only 1 cold egg, so I guess I interrupted them. The hay is re-covered as we may get up to 3 more inches tonight. That chore will have to be repeated again tomorrow. I don’t want to keep food and water in the coop. All of the cold weather and snow we have had has taken a toll on the coop’s cleanliness and even the deep litter method struggling to keep up.

February 14, 2014
. . . The Storm

Two days ago, I blogged about the preparation that we go through each time a storm is expected. The preparations were completed, tub and jugs filled, dry beans cooked for chili or goulash, bread made, supplies for the dogs and chickens replenished, wood brought in to the garage. Yesterday we waited, wondering if this storm too would fizzle though the news from southeast of us was showing freezing rain and sleet, we are far enough west in Virginia that we could have only gotten a couple of inches, not the double digit snow that was predicted.

Around 2 pm yesterday, as I was kneading the bread and looking out the kitchen window that faces south, I watched as the snow came over the ridge behind us, moving toward us and it has been snowing ever since. We had gone out about noon and parked the SUV part of the way up the driveway in a parking pad away from the house. After I thought the mail had come, I drove my CRV up to the barn and parked it on a gravel pad in front of the barn and walked the rest of the way up to the mailbox. The contractor mailman drives a 2 wheel drive sedan, so he either had not come or decided our steep snow covered gravel road was not happening yesterday afternoon.

That was only an hour or so into the storm.

By the time I went out to secure the chicken coop for the night, we had about 5 inches. By bedtime after watching the Olympics it was up to 7 inches.

This morning before letting the pups out to romp, I went out with a 12 inch ruler that sank into the snow.

Same shot as Tuesday with the addition of the car and the snow.

After the snow pups had their chance, with the snow up to Shadow’s chest

they came in snow coated and worn out and I ventured over to deal with the chickens. I knew they would not come out of their coop when I opened the pop door, so today until the snow stops, they have food and water in the coop. As their keeper/feeder/protector/egg collector, they seem to think this is all my fault. The snow is mid calf on me, over my boots and I returned to the house with a cuff of packed snow inside.

We awoke to it 10ºf warmer than last night, but it is still snowing and we are expecting several more inches.

Today we will play. Tomorrow our 36th Anniversary was to be celebrated in town at a nice restaurant, but we may have to cancel our reservation and postpone it unless the plows get up our mountain. So far we still have power, so the conveniences of life are still in place.

We wanted a good snow this year and we have gotten it. Once this is gone, I’m ready for spring.

February 13, 2014
The Calm Before . . .

Again we are being threatened with a winter storm. How many times has that happened this winter and it fizzled? But this time they seem to be serious and instead of adjusting the storm away from us at the last minute, they are giving us more and more intensity. It is to be a snow event in this part of the state. I love snow and snow sports, so I’m fine with it, however, it always requires more effort on our part as we do live rurally in the mountains and heavy snowfall often means loss of power. Loss of power means loss of heat, water and all other conveniences of life, so today, the cold, calm day of azure skies will be filled with the preparations for such occurrence.

The downstairs bathtub must be filled with water for necessary flushing and so the dogs will have water. All of the emergency and camping jugs also filled as to get water when we have no power, we must trek downhill a few hundred yards to the gravity fed yard hydrant from our cistern that is there to water horses and cattle next year after our fencing is done. Trekking down is not difficult, but toting one or more 5 gallon jugs of water back uphill is tough. With enough snow, they can be loaded onto one of the toboggan sleds that we bought for our grands and us to play on in the snow, and dragged back uphill.

A supply of firewood will be brought over and stored in the garage to keep the woodstove and fireplace stoked for heat. The wood is stacked against the end of the huge compost bins by the garden, but who wants to carry wood over in the wet snow when we can just grab it in the garage.

The hay used in the chicken pen and coop needs to be covered as they won’t come outside their coop if snow is on the ground and I don’t want to have to dig the large round bale out and deal with wet hay to get a layer down on the ground for them.

A pot of stew beef that can be finished on the wood stove or the propane camp stove will be started, or a pot of chili made that we can heat on the wood stove or camp stove will be prepped.

The freezer will be rearranged to make sure that there are few air spaces and jugs of ice that I keep in the basement refrigerator freezer when not needed, will be packed on top to keep the remainder of last summer’s bounty frozen.

Some day we might finally get a decent generator, maybe a whole house generator so these preparations will become unnecessary. Until then, time is wasting, I’d better get to work.

February 11, 2014
A Passing

This morning I lost a friend who was lost from me and then found again through Facebook. In reconnecting with him, I learned how parallel our lives had been, yet how different they were.

We both became educators, married about the same time for the second time each. Had children near the same age. Both built our own homes. When I reconnected with him, one of the first questions I asked was whether he still played the guitar and learned that treatment for Hodkins disease his senior college year had robbed him of the use and feeling of his left arm and that it had also caused other damage that ultimately caused other difficulties with his health.

He loved his teaching at Utica College where he had been since completing his PhD. He adored his wife and daughters and a grandson that he got to share only two years. He was well traveled and had many stories that he told in blogposts. He was planning on retiring at the end of this school term. Most of his posts he ended with, “I am a fortunate man,” and I believe that he, in spite of his disabilities he was a fortunate man.

I am going to miss his blog posts, his humor on facebook and his friendship. I was a fortunate woman to have known him. He will be missed.

February 10, 2014
The Editor

In January, my husband published his first book. This book was started 36 years ago, hand written on legal pads and typed by me on an Olivetti manual portable typewriter that I had been given as a high school graduation present by my parents more than a decade before. About the time he was ready to send it off, a well known author published a book not on the same topic, but based in the same region. Revisions were done over the next several years, allowing the famous author to come out with a new book and I again typed it on the typewriter.

In the 1980’s as home computers were just coming on the scene, we got a computer lab at the school where I was teaching and after a couple of planning periods in the lab, I was excited that I could create my classroom tests and exams on the computer, in Dos, saving the test questions for future use. My excitement led us to buy a Tandy for home and the manuscript was again typed and saved on the larger floppy disks, many of them. Now several decades later, with the development of Kindle, Amazon, Nook, etc. and those old floppy’s no longer readable, again I typed the first third as he decided the original manuscript was too long and he made a decision to develop the book as a trilogy. The section was given to him to rewrite and for me to read, as I can mindlessly type and not follow the content. My final act is to perform the editing and formatting which after several years of retirement, my Word skills are rusty. Today I was trying to relearn how to number the pages as each page has a header. We wanted the author’s notes to be in Roman Numerals and the body of the book in Arabic numbers and for some reason, in spite of adding section breaks, the title page and copywrite pages get numbered. My frustration level with it at this point has caused me to quit for the night. It took internet searches to get as far as I did and each time I deleted the numbers on those two pages, all of the numbers disappeared. Arrrgggghhhh!

February 8, 2014
Doctor season

February is the month. Somehow, over the years, I have managed to get all my annual medical follow-ups clustered around our Valentine’s Day anniversary.

Five and a half years ago, I discovered a small nodule under my left jaw bone. From Family Practitioner to specialist, CT scans,couldn’t find what we felt, but did find nodules/cysts on my thyroid. The specialist then sent me for needle biopsies of both the nodule in my jaw and those on my thyroid. The result was surgery to remove my parotid gland with the non malignant nodule and determined that the thyroid was probably cysts. This happened just as school closed for the summer, but it put my first followup in February. Annually, I have to go for a thyroid ultrasound and follow-up with the specialist.

About three years ago, I developed what I thought was another keritosis on my right shin. Family Practitioner shaved it off and sent it for evaluation as he didn’t think this one was a keritosis and it wasn’t. It was a squamous cell variant skin cancer and again I sent off to a specialist, this one who specialized in MOH’s surgery. After visiting with her and finding out how long I would be immobilized, we elected to postpone the surgery until after our annual ski trip to Colorado. After the trip, back to the surgeon again in February to have the cancer removed fully. This added an annual trip to the dermatologist for a full body check for the rest of my life. I was never a sunbather, but did work two summers on the beach as a lifeguard and I’m very careful to stay covered with long sleeves, wide brimmed hat and sunscreen when working in the yard, but my years as a lifeguard are catching up with me now.

In the middle of all of this, we will celebrate 36 wonderful loving years together with a nice dinner out at a local restaurant.

♥

February 7, 2014