Dinner with the Cederlofs

It has to be the warmest day since I have arrived here in Upstate New York.  The thermometer on my car read 78 degrees at 5pm.  (I know, that’s rather cool when compared to California in August, but we like it that way here.)

Elizabethe and I were guest at the Cederlofs.  They had also invited the Wallaces over too.  It was a lovely meal and it was fun getting to know some of our new neighbors and making new friends.  (Brent Cederlof is in the temple presidency.)

The Cedarlofts
The Cederlofs

Upon returning home for the evening, I got the 2nd Drobo unit running.  If you don’t know what a Drobo is, you can visit http://www.datarobotics.com .

I’ve got a big day of work planned for tomorrow.

1000 Pages of Recommended Reading

Have we become a nation of cynics?

Or, do we just not care?

I found today the text of H.R. 3200.  It is over 1000 pages.  Scanning through it, looking for key items, I became very concerned about where this might take us if it is passed.  It should be required reading for EVERYONE who is old enough to read it. 

Our president sent a letter to me stating that the bill was good, and people are trying to scare others to think it is bad.

Well, Mr. President, what I have read so far scares the daylights out of me.  No wonder you and those that support this bill do not want people to know what is in it.

I called my congressman for a copy of H.R. 3200 and was told they would not send me a copy because it is over 1000 pages long.  (Red flag!)  I asked how my congressman will vote.  I was told he hasn’t decided.  (Red flag!)  I asked for an explanation on how such a bill could be considered constitutional.  I was told, “I don’t know.”  (Red flag!)

Posted reference to the bill on Facebook and got no comments or responses.  To me, that is very scary too.

Do we just not care?

Here’s a scenario that could become all too real if H.R. 3200 passes…

You go to your doctor and you are told you have cancer.  But, because you are over 50, the cost-benefit of your receiving treatment is not worth it.  So, you are ordered to go to a life-choice consultation.  At the consultation you are told that you can continue living with the pain and take some over-the-counter medication for it and you’ll probably live another 6 months, or they can issue a one-time fatal dose of morphine.  Those are your two choices — Morphine today and be done with it, or take your chance living in pain and taking Tylenol to ease the pain.

Far fetched?

Why don’t you read the bill and find out.

Be informed, not opinionated.

Go to http://www.house.gov and read H.R. 3200.

Pizza Place in Macedon

Worked a good portion of the day today trying to find where some phone wires run at the building in Rochester.  I found a tone generator and induction amplifier and then started tracing the wires.  I think I finally found them, but I didn’t have a punch-down tool.  I’ve got an el cheapo one that came with the 110 block from Lowe’s.  I’ll bring it in tomorrow.

We were reminded with a phone call that Elizabethe and I volunteered to help clean the church building tonight.  So, we stopped in Macedon at a place that had a sign for “All You Can Eat Pizza, Soup and Salad”.  The place is named Miceli’s and is located on Rt. 31 just outside the Village of Macedon.  The pizza was good, but choices were limited to sausage, pepperoni and cheese.  It was pretty simple, but a good deal for about $6/person (soda pop extra).

I was hoping to get some work done on the dry-house, but the cleaning took us to about 8pm and after that, we were a little beat.  So, we watched an episode of Leverage and called it a day.

Tiny Daisies are All Over the Place
Tiny Daisies are All Over the Place

Washer and Dryer for Sale

Got the new washer and dryer connected today.  The plumber worked all day on it, but now they are on the 1st floor.  No more running down to the basement to do laundry.  

After eight hours of work, then trying to get stuff done around the house, it really takes its toll.  But, we are getting closer to having things put away, repaired and fixed the way we want them.

So, if anyone wants a used washer and dryer, they are for sale.

I went to the temple tonight and did some work there for a couple of hours.  I was really dragging towards the end.   I think I will sleep well tonight.  However, I still need to return at 9:45pm to pick up Elizabethe when she has completed her shift.

Maintenance-free Pets
Maintenance-free Pets

Here’s a little story…

One day a florist went to a barber for a haircut…… 
 
After the cut, he asked about his bill, and the barber replied, ‘I cannot 
accept money from you, I’m doing community service this week.’ 
The florist was pleased and left the shop. 
 
When the barber went to open his shop the next morning, there was 
a ‘thank you’ card and a dozen roses waiting for him at his door. 
 
Later, a cop comes in for a haircut, and when he tries to pay his bill, 
the barber again replied, ‘I cannot accept money from you, I’m doing 
community service this week.’ The cop was happy and left the shop. 
 
The next morning when the barber went to open up, there was a 
‘thank you’ card and a dozen donuts waiting for him at his door. 
 
Then a Congressman came in for a haircut, and when he went to 
pay his bill, the barber again replied, ‘I cannot accept money from you. 
I’m doing community service this week.’ The Congressman was very 
happy and left the shop. 
 
The next morning, when the barber went to open up, there were a 
dozen Congressmen lined up waiting for a free haircut….. 
 
And that, my friends, illustrates the fundamental difference between the 
citizens of our country and the politicians who run it.
 

So, comes election time, please be wise and do not re-elect any of them who now serve in Washington, D.C.

Broken Washer Means More Work

Range, range for the home...
Range, range for the home…

The washer in the basement – a piece of junk Maytag according to all Internet posts – broke.  The motor burned out, which according to many messages on the Internet is a known problem with that model.

So, I have to get the upstairs one ready and working.  This means building a 3’x5’x1′ platform for the washer and dryer to sit on.   Well, it is built and now I just need someone to help me carry it upstairs, and move the new washer and dryer into place.

Another work project is this door…

Cellar Door
Cellar Door

This door is the door to the cellar at 212 E Main Street.  My tenant has been stuffing plastic bags between the foundation and the door frame to keep the cold out.  Upon closer inspection I have come to realize that this is really a mess of a job.  Plus, look at that pipe on the right.  What’s up with that?  The door has the corner cut so this pipe can go outside.  (My dad use to say, “A job worth doing is a job worth doing right.”  There’s no excuse for a pipe being placed like that.)

A few doors down is this alley…

Main Street Alley Near Mark's Pizza
Main Street Alley Near Mark’s Pizza

.. I think I hear it calling, “Photo shoot right here!”

A walk in the garden this morning found this guy hiding in a corner…

Gnome
Gnome

The bunny must not be phased by him because the bunny is still eating my plants.  But, there is enough to go around and I kind of like the idea of a little cotton-tail  gracing the yard.  (Although, next year all tomotoes will be in the greenhouse, and bunny will have to find something else to eat.)

Mystery berry
Mystery berry

I’m not sure what type of berry this is.  My daughter suggested mulberry, but we have muberries and they are more like a tree and not stickery like this.  She also suggested blackberry, but I haven’t seen any blackberries shaped like this.  Also, the fruit is quite hard.

Lily
Lily

We have quite a variety of lilies in the yard.  This is just one of them.  Also, I have noticed a lot of farmers plant lilies like this at the end of their rows of corn.  I don’t know if there is some agricultural reason for that, or if they just do it because it looks nice.

P.S.  I want this stove for the kitchen in the mansion:

Seven Days without a Rest Makes One Weak

I do enjoy my Sundays.  I enjoy going to church, being edified there, taking a break from the daily grind, and using the time to reflect and doing quiet things.

Srini came over today with some boiled egg filled pastries he made.  They are quite good.  I would have never thought of a turn-over stuffed with boiled egg.  Probably more healthy than cream cheese and sugar.

I figured out how to put some photos on Elizabethe’s iPhone.  They really should make it easier to do.  It is kind of a pain-in-the-butt, but then, it is Apple… what more can one expect from the people who make Macs.

A little while ago, the sky got very dark and then we heard the loudest clap of thunder.  No rain.  Just dark sky, a big clap of thunder, and it was gone.  I would have expected a down pour after that.  Nope.

Beckwith Mansion Knocker
Beckwith Mansion Knocker

Celebrating Pioneer Day

Isn’t kind of ironic that the village that started the movement west by running the Mormons out in the early 1830s is celebrating Pioneer Day?  Yeah, time has its way of smoothing things over.  In the early 1830s, the Mormons were chased from Palmyra, New York, to Kirkland, Ohio, to Nauvoo, Illinois, and finally to the Salt Lake Valley.

I have always liked Pioneer Day.  Perhaps because in Pocatello where I lived as a kid it was the day that had the biggest parade and celebration.  Or, perhaps it is because my great-grandpa was born somewhere along the Platte River in Nebraska as his parents came across the plains.  Either  way, it is a day of celebration of the toil and strife those brave souls faced as they walked across the plains and the Rocky Mountains.

I helped set things up in the morning, and suggested they use my rustic cabin prop for a place to take pictures.  Someone brought some clothes that would look old fashioned.  They had a covered wagon puppet show stage.  A miniature horse petting zoo.  They had spinning wheels for ladies to learn how to spin wool into yarn.  Three-legged races, wheelbarrow races and activities for the kids.  It was a fun day. 

Here are some photos for you to enjoy…

Pioneer Day

Happy Pioneer Day.  Yes, this is Pioneer Day and it is a holiday in some states.  It is the day the Brigham Young stood above the Salt Lake Basin and declared, “This is a disgrace!  Move on!”

No, actually, he said, “This is the right place.   Move on!”  (I like telling Utahn’s my version just to watch their reaction.)

However, New York does not recognize Pioneer Day as a holiday, so you’ll hear more about Pioneer Day on Saturday’s post when us displaced westerners celebrate it here in Palmyra.

Elizabethe and I had a wonderful date at the temple tonight.  It has been cloudy for a few days.  It is not that Seatle-type of drab, gray, overcast.  Instead, cloudy here consists of majestic clouds with beautiful hues of gray, blue, pink, yellow and orange.

Cloud Friday Evening
Cloud Friday Evening

 On a more serious matter, I really worry about how our elected officials have forgotten what it means to represent.    There is also a tendency to censor information that should be sent to us for comment.  After all, they represent you and me, and if they vote in a vacuum, then they are NOT seeking our input.  Well, that is what is happening in Washington, D.C.  Here is a link to a flow chart of the proposed health care.  This is not a joke.  It is what is really being proposed.  Please write your representatives and tell them to keep their fingers out of our health care.  It will turn doctor visits into something akin to a visit to the DMV or Postoffice on a busy day.  Only, it will be everyday because accidents and illness don’t take holidays.  http://www.rollcall.com/pdfs/healthchart072309.pdf

Rain, Rain, Rain

We got up this morning to a light sprinkle.  By the time we left for Rochester, it was a steady down pouring of rain.

The rain here is different than California.  Here it rains about the same amount each month of the year.  And, when it does rain, you wait a while and it stops.  The rain is what keeps it so lush and green here.

At the building at 212 E Main Street, I inspected the cellar door.  The rock foundation around it is caving in.  As a result the door is 35″ wide at the bottom and 40″ at the top.  The door itself is more of a fence gate and has been trimmed to fit the trapezoidal shape of the frame.

So, I’ve been trying to figure out how to resolve the problem and stop the decay on the foundation.   I’ve got a message in to my friendly mason.  I can do the carpentry, but I am not sure how to handle a masonry issue like this.

I ran into Randy in the park.  He’s still working on his oil painting of the lady and baby.  Randy is there most every day, painting at the same table.  It is one of those things that makes living in a small village such a wonderful thing.

Hair Cut

Well, I went down the street to Roots and got my hair cut.  Alicia there did a really good job.  (What’s more refreshing, she speaks English!  I know, those here in NY are wondering, “What else would she speak?”  But, in California it is hard to find someone in that profession that doesn’t have a heavy accent, or who speaks English.)

Pusiphers are leaving so I got a shot of them…

Elder and Sister Pulsipher
Elder and Sister Pulsipher

… and they kept wanting to look at each other.  So, why not.  They love each other and it shows…

Pulsiphers, again.
Pulsiphers, again.

The have been a real delight to have them staying here.  But, like all of our missionaries, they move around or go home.

Later, the sister missionaries came over for their portraits.

Sister Stucky and Carlisle
Sister Stucky and Carlisle

 

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