Caveat: Tree #175

I was busy today, with working on the well-head shed.

Here is a tree from the archives: February, 2010, at 관악산 [Gwanak Mountain], on the southern city boundary of Seoul, where it borders the suburb Gwacheon.

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[daily log: walking, 1.5km]

Caveat: Dumptruck (Tonka edition)

This video is here because of the name of this blog. And because I think I had a toy dumptruck like the one shown in the video.

Caveat: Done & Stung

I finished the “first draft” version of the well-head shed (doghouse). I call it a first draft, because I need to buy some supplies (electrical and plumbing) to now reconfigure the inside, now that I know how the pump works and what’s needed, so that the whole system is “hook up ready.”

I also need to get some proper fasteners for the scraps of metal siding I’ve used (which I found in a pile down by one of Arthur’s sheds).

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Only 5 minutes after taking this picture, as I carried some of the tools I’d been using down to the house, I got stung by a bee (or yellowjacket?). I don’t think I’ve been stung by a bee in at least a decade. I’m sure I was never stung during my sojourn in Korea.

So now I’m just resting. I’ve never had a severe reaction to beestings, but it does swell up. This sting was on my collarbone – I think the bee got caught in my shirt somehow without my noticing.

Ow.

 

Caveat: The Doghouse

Arthur and I have been calling the “shed” which will enclose the above-ground pieces of the new well pump the “doghouse.”

I have been working on building it, using just pieces found lying around.

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Caveat: An old man and the sea

Art wanted to go fishing. We launched on a drizzly morning under gray skies and smooth waters.

We drove out to the open ocean. I have never been in the open ocean with Arthur in this small boat. The swells weren’t so big, I suppose, but they seemed big to me. They rolled beneath the boat and towered over it, reaching for the white surf on the rocky shores of Noyes Island. And still, no fish were caught.

Arthur gets impatient, which strikes me as a difficult trait for a fisherman. Despite my discomfort (psychological, not physical) on the surging sea, I was willing to wait, but we’d only had a hook in for halibut for about 20 minutes before he gave up and said we should head back. We stopped at Siketi Sound and trolled for salmon for a while, but no bites there, either. I simply say nothing, during these efforts. I don’t really have fishing skill. Anyway, Arthur would not find advice from me to be compelling. I stay silent, and do as he asks.

Call it “Zen on the gray-blue sea.”

At least he didn’t seem to allow his vertigo to interfere with his efforts. He constantly complains that it is unchanged, yet his functionality isn’t so bad – it must be somewhat improved in comparison with last weekend.

Here is the flat water at launch.

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Here is a picture of our course, plotted on the boat’s GPS tracker.

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