Babies and Woodstoves

Alex is finally sleeping eight hours a night if we feed him at the right time. Managing food is important, it’s worth it to feed him smaller amounts during the day to get him to sleep at night.

The more I play with the woodstove idea in my head the more I realize the correct way to do it is to go through the living room wall and into the garage. This means there’s going to be an elbow in the install but I don’t imagine it’s going to be insurmountable. So why the garage?

For one, the garage has fireproof drywall on the other side of it already installed. For two, if we change our minds later we don’t have to redo the floors and ceilings. For three, if I put a cleanout T at the elbow, cleaning it out becomes a matter of opening the bottom of that, taping a garbage bag to it and running a flexible sooteater or similar spinny-brush device up there to clean it. It keeps the mess out there. Finally, god forbid we have a fire, it’s much better it be out there than in the house.

Is it up to code? I sent an e-mail to the township codes office asking if I needed a building permit and inspection and if it were up to code. We’ll find out.

New Years Revolutions

The past twelve months have been amazing, or crap. If you’re not into E/N posts, you can stop reading.

Obama – My buddy at work has a poster of Bush Jr and the caption is “Miss me yet?” With a one year plan spending more than Bush’s eight years in office which covered two wars, a natural disaster and the launch of a massive overwatch program, the short answer is that we’re fucked. According to Zillow I’ve already made $100k just living here, I think that shows the plan to raise inflation to the (over)price of goods is working. Just remember that bread also enjoys a 60% markup now, it’s tough to get a 99 cent loaf that doesn’t taste like cardboard anywhere now.

Buying a house – Minus the whole fun of negotiating, less on price and more on terms, it was wild. Also a ton of work on cleanup. My folks were superb on this, even if it is only hauling in wood for the fireplace. Call it nesting or whatever but I could never have kids in a rental. While it’s way more space than we need, I figured it was the time to jump if there ever was and gambled big. Check back in 20 years and I’ll tell you about the payoff. So far we’ve fixed the mains where they came in, painted almost every wall, redid the air conditioning and fixed the flue and chimney cap. Todo is insulate the place better and I’m currently gay for ceiling fans. Maybe a woodstove come this summer when/if my wife starts working again. Wiring AC outlets is really fun – I hate breaker boxes with a passion now.

Guns – Having made a bit of scratch moving around assault weapons legally, I was considering making it a moonlight job. However, I hate the gunbroker system of selling and it’s a pain waiting for all the mail to move around. Plus I was a little more comfortable with this when I didn’t have a permanent address and I’m kicking myself for not holding on to one of them. That and baking an AR15 receivers bluing on is something you only do when you’re renting the oven.

Babies – Children of course bring out a fantastic duality in you. While accomplishing my goal with price it’s both joyous and frustrating at the same time. At least with the cats it’s legal to lock them in the bathroom when you’re pissed at them, but the cats are also purposeful creatures at this point. A baby has no purpose other than growing. In that way it does so at it’s own pace and it cannot be negotiated with. All the while, it’s both good fun to see him come along and terribly frustrating not to have the free time I used too. My wife doesn’t believe babies can achieve a state of being inconsolable at this is quite a disagreement, but my folks believe in it. I turned out OK anyway. It’s sort of strange to be taking advice and realizing it’s you who gave them the wisdom, only to turn around and see it from the other side.

Update: I took out the NOLA piece, too controversial.


Halfway there. Meet baby Alex.