Caveat: Après moi, le déluge

The rain came. Two inches so far today, in our rain-counter. And it’s not dark yet.

But on top of 6-inch-thick layers of ice on the roads, and 2-3 feet of snow piled on everything, it’s not enough, even there, to clear anything. It just creates lakes on the road, on top of the ice, and it turns my carefully-hewn network of snow-shoveled paths into slush-swamps, ankle-deep and devoid of friction.

My network of paths also created a bit of a problem: they channeled the rain and melting snow down our stairs toward the house, which would, of course, make a mess under the house under the upper front door. So I built a “dam” of ice and snow across the stairs and dug a channel off to the side to divert the waters.

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For future reference, I should try to make sure to dig out “drains” when putting in snow-paths.

Good thing I don’t have to go to work tomorrow.

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Caveat: Dogwalking #17 and a thought on solitude

I walked the dog yesterday after a long break from dogwalking due to excessively icy roads and my own under-the-weatherness over the New Years weekend – mostly it was burnout from the hard push of extra hours working at the gift shop up to and through Christmas. She behaved quite well yesterday.

Today I walked the dog again, but she was quite badly behaved. She decided to chase a car, and pursued it at least as far as the shooting range – about a mile from our house. I had to walk to catch up to her, in very cold weather and calling for the dog. Then when I found her, I had to convince her to come close to me so I could catch her and put her leash back on. That was time consuming and difficult.

Then we made the trek back to her house, on the leash rather than letting her run free.

She seems to realize the leash is a problem, and frequently pauses and engages the leash in a game of tug-of-war to show her feelings.

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It was a longer walk than usual, anyway. Probably good for me.


I had a thought about solitude. Actually, the following quote is my own modification of something I must have run across somewhere online, which I have been unable to track down.

I like being alone. I have full control over my own life and my imagination has free rein. Therefore, in order to win me over, your presence has to feel better than my solitude. You’re not competing with another person, you are competing with my own mental landscape.

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Caveat: 404

The code “404” is the message a webserver gives to a client (to your browser) when a resource (a specific webpage or URL) is “not found.” It’s a kind of error code.

Most web 404’s are pretty boring. This here blog thingy has the standard apache 404: here – it doesn’t even bother saying the number “404”, which actually bothers me a little bit but not enough to go try to fix it.

Some websites use their 404 page to post jokes of various kinds, or to say something vaguely amusing. Google’s 404: “That’s an error…. That’s all we know.”

One of my favorite 404’s is the Financial Times (of London) newspaper website: here. [UPDATE 2024-01-05: It seems this 404 page at the Financial Times is no longer amusing. It’s become quite boring.]


In other news, I had a dead battery this morning. An annoying circumstance, but I survived – it didn’t happen at the house, but rather after I’d gone to town and parked at a merchant while running an errand this morning. The car said, “404 – battery not found.”

We’ll see how it does tomorrow morning. The NAPA store here in town didn’t have the needed battery model in stock (of course if didn’t). So I’m carrying around one of those nifty battery-pack jump starter thingos, now.

picture[daily log: walking, 4.5km; retailing, 6hr]

Caveat: Dogwalking #12 and the collapse of civilization (again)

I went out this morning to discover that my storage tent (sometimes called the “studio”) had collapsed under the load of ice and snow. I suspect it got bombed by chunks of ice or snow falling off nearby trees, which didn’t help.
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This is not the first time my storage tent has suffered the inclemencies of the weather. Last year it got blown down off its foundations and ended up caught up in a tree – which was impressive for a structure that is 20 feet long, 10 feet wide, and 8 feet tall.

Anyway, I am dismayed, but not overly so. It has provided approximately the value I paid for it, which wasn’t really that much – a couple hundred dollars. I think in the spring I will build some other type of structure, which might weather the weather better, so to speak.

Meanwhile, I went and took the neighbor dog for a walk.
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Caveat: Dogwalking #9 and other studly pursuits

Art and I had a busy day today. We had lots to do in town. But first, I walked the neighbors’ dog.

The dog always runs down to our dock when we get to our house. I think she likes the smells of sea-creatures and such. We saw the morning sun touch Sunnahae mountain.
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Maya likes to climb over the big snow embankments generated by Pat’s road-grader-as-snowplow. Of course, she sometimes gets stuck.
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Eventually, she liberates herself, and then takes a moment to slow down and reflect. Maybe.
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Art and I drove to town and first we went to the doctor, at SEARHC. After that, I dropped Art at the library and I took the Blueberry (Chevy Tahoe) to the mechanic shop. The Blueberry got brand-new snow-tires with studs. This does wonders for my peace-of-mind and confidence driving our road-as-bobsled-track back and forth to town.

You can’t really see the snow studs in the picture – but they’re there. You can see the tire’s brand name, though: “Snow Claw.” A reassuring name.
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While the car was in the shop, I did walking errands in town. I went to the sporting-goods store and bought some new gloves of the sort I like to wear when working. I went to the bank. I went to the post-office. And I even stopped by work and helped a random customer looking at some of the factory-made picture frames.

Then I fetched the car, fetched Art from the library, and he and I did the Thursday grocery shopping and got a pre-made, bake-at-home pizza from the local pizza establishment. This last was our “normal” Thursday in-town routine.

Then we got home as the sun was setting, and had our pizza.

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Caveat: Dogwalking #8 amid the snowpocalypse

We have been without electricity since last night. I walked the dog today and shovelled inappropriate amounts of snow. And read a book – a paper book.

This blog-post will lack pictures for now, as I’m posting this from my phone.

We’re warm but off our routines. Fire burning, car’s launch path cleared. Pat plowed the road, but only our road, and I’ve heard the stretch from 5 mile into town is quite bad. Not sure if I’ll go to work tomorrow.

Caveat: Dogwalking #5 and other adventures in foot-deep, very wet snow

Since I didn’t have to go in to work this morning, I went to take the neighbor-dog-down-the-road, Maya, on a walk. We took a long walk, and I let her run off the leash (well, not holding the leash) some.
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We were almost back to her house, when we met Pat, the road-grading lady. She was clearing some of the slush from the road. This gave me some optimism about the intended mid-day trip-to-town that Arthur and I always do on Thursday.
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After dropping Maya back at her house, walking back to my house, I saw Pat had stopped. She was having problems with chains, too (like I did yesterday – see last night’s blog-post).
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I spent about 2 hours trying to help her and her husband Fred, who drove up the road to help, while we tried to repair the chain problem – it had broken. I ended up dragging the chain (very heavy – these are chains for big tires) down into Arthur’s shop and we used a bench-mounted heavy-duty vice and a sledge hammer to knock a few of the links in the tire chain back into the right alignment. Then we took the chain back up to the road-grader and re-installed it on the tire.
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Pat was then able to finish grading the road out to the 5-mile bridge, which made Arthur’s and my commute into town somewhat easier, though we still went very slow, taking almost 45 minutes each way, instead of the more typical 25 minute drive.
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Caveat: Dogwalking #2

In my neverending quest to enumerate all of life’s sundry banalities, I will share some pictures from a second dogwalk, this morning, after having written up the first dogwalk yesterday. The world is being exceptionally photogenic lately, anyway.

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Caveat: Dogwalking

Our neighbors-down-the-road, Mike and Penny, have a dog named Maya. Maya is a very energetic young malamute. Yesterday when I was at work, Penny came into the gift shop and reported that Mike had had an incident while walking the dog, and had fallen down and because of that, was now unable to walk the dog. Penny described a dog desperate for dogwalking.

Now that I am not working so much on my treehouse project – which was a lot of physical labor and excellent exercise – I think I need to start walking more. So I volunteered to walk down to Mike and Penny’s house and take the dog on a walk. What better morning for a neighborly dogwalk than one coated in fresh-fallen snow? I walked down to their house, collected the dog, walked with her back up to our house and back down to their house again, then walked back home. Total, about 5km just for that.

Here are some pictures from my long dogwalk.

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Caveat: Tree #1043

This tree failed to express gratitude.
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I went to Wayne and Donna’s (the gift shop owners) for an unconventional thanksgiving dinner of ribs and potatoes. They are in a stressful time – they are leaving for Seattle in the next few days, where Donna is scheduled for tumor-removing surgery. Which is something I can sympathize with.

picture[daily log: walking, 2km]

Caveat: Time-traveling logistics

Yesterday at work, I got an email notification announcing the delivery of a package to the store (as one does). The thing is, no package had been delivered, and one wasn’t delivered later that day, either. Actually, this isn’t uncommon – when UPS “delivers” a package to our store, they are actually delivering it to a third-party company that covers the last 30 miles from Ketchikan to the island, because UPS doesn’t actually deliver to the island. They let the floatplane company, Taquan Air, handle those last miles. All well and good.

What was disturbing (or interesting?) about the email announcement in this case was, rather, the fact that although the email was delivered at 10:16 AM, the package was allegedly delivered (past tense, was) at 3:42 PM.  That means that somehow, the notification had arrived via email from the future! “Wow, if UPS has solved that one, they can’t be stopped,” I mused.
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Caveat: Frame Shop Journal #12

I don’t post these frame shop journals very often. There has been a slackening of demand for framing projects, but I still have done quite a few since my last entry in this series, two and a half months ago. I have been somewhat negligent in taking pictures of all these, however. Here are a few from the last 9 weeks, in no particular order.

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This last frame is “kinda weird.” I had the framed picture (part of the store’s stock of prints and artworks) but a customer wanted the frame. Wanting to keep the customer happy, I cannibalized the frame from this picture. But now I had a picture, with matting and glass, but no frame. I decided to improvise a temporary frame using cardboard – this was because something was needed to hold the glass in place. If the work gets bought, the customer can order a nicer frame, or just take the artwork and leave the glass and matting.

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Today I struggled with a poor-quality frame received from our increasingly-poor-quality supplier. The wooden slots cut at the supplier to place the wedges to hold the frame together were in several cases partly broken, or broke immediately upon attempting to connect things. The wood was too soft and the frame was too large to work with so few and such small slots.

I had to improvise, using metal fasteners and glue. I can’t say it was a super high-quality frame as an outcome. Anyway at least the outcome was better than the last time I tried to improvise a solution to a badly-wrought frame from our suppliers.
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Caveat: Tree #1032

This tree helps support the east end of the treehouse. I thought this was a very clear view of the “suspension bridge” style that I use to attach the deck of the treehouse to the tree.
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picture[daily log: walking, 2km; moving and lifting stuff in the treehouse, 2hr]

Caveat: tough

At the store today things were moving very, very slow. Wayne (the owner) came in and we stood around talking for almost 30 minutes. He said something memorable, which he attributed to an old logger he used to know down in Washington’s Olympic Peninsula. “Anybody can get old, but you have to be tough to stay old.”

Albert (an old Native American guy) came in at a different time and told some of his never-ending and entirely implausible stories about Sasquatches, the “Waterfall Mafia” (Waterfall is a major resort down the island a way), and the Murkoswki family’s criminal empire.
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Caveat: Tree #1020

This tree is in a treehouse. It’s my young coast redwood tree (sequoia sempervirens) planted in a bucket.
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Meanwhile, here is my garden’s entire seasonal production of potatoes, with a few late carrots included.
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picture[daily log: walking, 3km; retailing, 6hr]

Caveat: On doing difficult things…

I was recently asked why I am so focused on this treehouse project of mine. Especially given my well-established discomfort with heights (acrophobia), and its undeniable costs in money and energy.

I think I do it simply because it’s difficult, but not too difficult. It’s a challenge, but one with a good chance of success, especially if I learn to accept imperfections in its implementation – which is one of the lessons life keeps wanting to teach me, anyway.

It’s also a kind of architectural “folly,” such as suits my eccentricities.

And perhaps it’s a weirdly quite literal interpretation of certain vague late-middle-age nesting instincts I have.

I have plenty of projects that are similar. The online world of the opengeofiction.net – its servers, its coding work, its maintenence – is really just the same thing as the treehouse but in a different domain. In summary, it’s another hobby-type-project that challenges me enough to be hard, but not impossible.

My life has been full of these types of things. Sometimes they’ve ended with failure (my sojourn in the military, my efforts to start my own IT consulting business). Sometimes they’ve ended with success (my work as a database administrator, my teaching career in South Korea).

The treehouse or  the geofiction webserver project are exactly the same kind of thing. The fact that they aren’t remunerated is just an accident of what’s available to be done up here in rural Alaska. The options are limited, so I had to find “jobs” even if they weren’t the paid kind of jobs.


I finished the treehouse’s roof today – more or less. There are some screws missing, because I ran out of screws. I engineered a trapdoor type thing in the middle of one section of roof panel, to enable me to reach and attach the last roof panel. I’ll want to create some kind of more permanent and water-proofed arrangement for this “hole-in-the-roof” at a later point in time. Maybe I’ll make a skylight?

Here is the roof trapdoor, ready to be pulled down over my head.

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Here is a view of the south side, now with the roof complete.

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I’ll want to put some plastic across the south windows, as I did across the north windows. Then the next project will be to fill in the non-load-bearing east and west walls. These walls will be inset at each end, since the trees go up through the floor at the east and west ends.

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Caveat: Tree #1017

This tree oversaw the attachment of the first of the south-side roof panels on the treehouse. I’ve now completed 6 out of 10 roof panels.
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Here is a nice view of treehouse from down on the beach – I’m standing right at the high-tide line, looking up. I’ve put plastic over the north-side windows to help actually rain-proof the interior, somewhat.
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picture[daily log: walking, 3km; banging and lifting, 5hr]

Caveat: Tree #1012

This tree saw me working hard, very high up, attaching more roof panels to enclose it. Now it and its younger sibling is growing up through holes in the floor and ceiling of the treehouse.
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Here is an expanse of roof: I’ve now attached 4.5 out 10 panels. I count as half a panel the one I had to cut for the tree – I’ll get the upslope portion of that panel later.
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Here is a not-very-good view up the north eaves, now complete.
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picture[daily log: walking, 2km; lifting and attaching things, 6hr]

Caveat: Tree #1011

This tree was present as I attached my first roof panel (1st of 10) to my treehouse.
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I got a view of the roof panel from above – yes, I was very high up, standing on my temporary scaffolding.
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Here’s another view of the roof panel.
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A lot of my work in the treehouse feels like a kind of live-action tetris game – I spend a lot of time rearranging building materials in limited space as I try to work around it, and with the rafters and cross-braces in place, it’s hard to get large pieces of things moved – I have to solve a puzzle each time I want to move a large piece around, as the space is littered with obstacles.
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picture[daily log: walking, 2km; lifting and attaching, 5hr]

Caveat: That’s A Wrap

After spending most of the summer unwrapped, I decided to re-wrap the GDC (RV camper). First I had to start it. I think its battery has permanently died, so I borrowed Arthur’s spare marine battery. It’s the same voltage, but it doesn’t fit very well under the hood – so it was just a temporary solution.

The vehicle started fine with that battery. I ran it for a while, but as I rolled down the driver’s side window to let it air out some, I think some peripheral fuse blew out – the main electrical stuff still was working fine (headlights, motor, etc), but the extras (fan, cabin light, electric windows) stopped working. Instead of putting time into trying to solve that, I taped a garbage bag over the driver’s side window and Arthur helped me pull the giant white tarp over the vehicle.

Here is a picture of it all wrapped up. Note that this was at noon, and the sun was no longer successfully clearing the treeline to the south (the direction I’m facing to take this picture). Midday, no sun. Welcome to winter.

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Caveat: Tree #1005

This tree was nearby when Fred and Pat parked their boat at our dock again. A storm is scheduled, but more crucially, they will out of town for a few weeks, and given the gale-force storms that seem to be popping through regularly this fall, they decided to avail themselves of our sheltered moorage while they were gone off to Arizona.
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Meanwhile, I made an apple-huckleberry-raspberry cobbler. I hope it’s delicious.

picture[daily log: walking, 1.5km; cobblering, 1hr]

Caveat: Tree #1004

This tree was there when I completed my rafters for my treehouse.
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Here is a view from down below.
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Next for the treehouse, I want to put in small stretches of exterior wall covering above the windows, before adding the roofing material.

picture[daily log: walking, 2.5km]

Caveat: Boat Unlaunched

We pulled the boat out of the water today, because there was a nice high-tide mid-day. We’ve decided to close the fishing season on ourselves. Here is Arthur, amazed at the low barnacle-count – I’d expected more.
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The high today was 39° F.  There was frost on the dock that persisted while we pulled out the boat. I found this fish skeleton, likely abandoned by a raven or regurgitated by an eagle, lying in the frost.
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Caveat: Tree #1003

This tree was near some water.
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I worked on the treehouse a lot today. But it was small things, and in the end the only visible change was the addition of a 4th rafter, and a sort of temporary scaffolding to enable me to more easily reach the top of the south wall. It was a hard day with a lot of reversals and frustrations and acrophobic delights.
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picture[daily log: walking, 1.5km; banging and lifting, 6hr]

Caveat: Applied Trolleyology

Between the raindrops this morning (we had about 4 hours without rain), I decided to finally do a small project I’d been procrastinating on for a long time – all summer, in fact.

I did some work on the boat trolley, preliminary to pulling the boat out of the water as is our plan in the next week or so. I replaced a turnbuckle at one end, and added a new turnbuckle at the other. The winch-driven cable that pulls the boat trolley had developed so much slack that I no longer felt safe operating it, because the cable itself had to be held, in gloved hands, when lowering or raising the trolley, to maintain sufficient tension for the winch to work. And that just plain felt unsafe.

The old turnbuckle, that my brother Andrew had helped install a few years ago during one of his visits, had no more room left to take up more slack, so the cable was going to have to be detached regardless. So I detached both ends, installed new, bigger and better turnbuckles, with lots of new slack now. I took out 6 inches of net slack in the cable (though the actual cable was shortened by almost 18 inches, accounting for the length of the new turnbuckle).

Here are before and after pictures.

Before, uphill side (you can see the fully tightened turnbuckle):

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Before, downhill side (you can see it utterly lacks a turnbuckle):

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After, uphill side (with a new, wide-open turnbuckle):

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After, downhill side (with a new, wide-open turnbuckle):

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Caveat: Tree #998

This tree saw me finally finish my wall sections (10 of 10!) on my treehouse over the last two days.
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Here is an inside view of the south wall.
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I realized I need to buy more brackets before I can proceed to more work on the rafters.

picture[daily log: walking, 2.5km]

Caveat: Tree #995

This tree was there as I added wall section 7 of 10 to the treehouse’s south wall.
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I moved toward developing a kind of assembly line of parts for my wall sections, finally. That means the next sections after this one should go together faster – but I stopped today because it was quite chilly, overcast, and the rain started again at around 1 PM.
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Here is a view of the south wall from the inside.
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picture[daily log: walking, 2km; sawing and carrying, 5hr]

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