Fone Man can haz fone

Our non-cell telephones at the house have been gradually wearing out for some time.  The one in the bedroom, with the volume control I could turn up so I could hear better—well, the volume control really didn’t control anything any more, and the receiver contacts were bad, so you had to rap one end of the cradle on the desk as soon as you answered to make the receiver work.  The living-room phone, a red 1970s-vintage Western Electric desk set, was a little better, but the cord from the receiver to the phone wouldn’t make a good connection, so if you moved the cord at ALL you got tons of static.  Trying to sit Very Still throughout a phone call isn’t easy.

So this morning L said, “Would you please go over to Radio Shack and at least look at new phones even if you don’t buy one today?” (She knows I detest Radio Shack and refuse to buy anything there; any business that insists they have to create a complete customer profile of you, including full mailing address and SSN, for a three-dollar CASH transaction, right there in person, in the store, doesn’t get MY money.)  She said we ought to have a cordless phone with two handsets, one for the living room and one for the sewing room, and some kind of phone for our bedroom.

So instead of going to Radio Shack, I went to Target.  (I also go to Target in preference to Wally-World.  I feel no need to add to the estate of Sam Walton.  Besides, going into Wally-World always leaves me with the faint, decaying aroma of White Trash.)  I asked if they carried telephones and was pointed to Aisle 27A, where I found phones.  I stood and weighed the merits of cordless phones using the 2.4GHz band versus those that use the 5.8GHz band and those that are on the new digital-only 6GHz band, considered the sheer variety of cordless phone sets available today (anything up to six handsets!  What does anybody want with six cordless phones??), and ended up with a lower-end 5.8GHz Uniden two-set model that didn’t have an answering machine, which we don’t need, and didn’t have a speakerphone feature, which I wouldn’t have if you gave it away with a pound of tea, and generally didn’t succumb to Feeping Creaturism.

And then I bought myself a phone, for me.  And this was what I got:

Crosley PI-62

It’s a Crosley PI-62 “Kettle” desk phone, and looks the right age to go with the house.  I’m not totally in love with it having buttons instead of a dial, but finding and rewiring a real 1946 Western Electric is right out for now.  Also, while it does have a bell and not a beeper or warbler or some other infernal noise-making method, Crosley chose to put in one of those prissy little European bells that go “brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring” instead of the authoritative, clanging annunciator bells in my childhood’s phones.

L is happy with having phones that she doesn’t have to treat just so to answer a call, and I’m happier than I was with my Retro Phone.  Now, to find one of those bolt-on shoulder receiver rests . . . .

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The lost chord

I have just finished ordering a piece of sheet music, at $6.95.

The reason I ordered it?  One bleedin’ chord.

For years I’ve been trying to figure out the chorus to the Red Clay Ramblers’ version of Stephen Foster’s “Hard Times Come Again No More”—Mike Craver, their piano player, did the arrangement.  And there’s a single diminished chord he used in the chorus that’s in no other arrangement of the song I’ve ever heard, and I have not been able to work out what it is.  I can sing the component notes of the blasted thing, but when it comes to trying to get it into notation—no.  So I just finished ordering the sheet music for the song from Craver’s Web site, to learn what it is.

I hope this one chord turns out to be worth it.

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The Adventures in Electricity Continue

We’re now on Day 3 of No Power in Two-Thirds of the House, including all the bedrooms, all the bathrooms, the sewing room, and part of the kitchen.  I was in the attic for three hours Saturday and part of another hour yesterday, trying to make sense of it.  So far I’ve concluded several things.

  1. The cable I have to tie into is BC, and probably dates to the house’s original construction, seventy years ago.  It’s horrible.  The rubber insulation around each wire is brittle and crumbles at a touch; the inner braid has age-browned badly, so telling the black (hot) wire from the white (neutral) wire is VERY hard; the paper wrapping around each wire’s insulation is brittle and flies into flinders as soon as you try to do anything with it.  Flexing the BC (required in order to splice on Romex) tends to break up ALL the layers, increasing the danger that something will break up inside the cable and allow arcing and fires.
  2. I don’t know where most of the wires that meet in the receptacle above the kitchen light even go to, much less what they do exactly.  Nor can I think of an ideal way to figure out what each of them does.  This means I have no idea what’s safe to tie back together, and what shouldn’t EVER be tied together.
  3. I do not have money to have most of the house re-wired, which is what it really, really needs.
  4. I cannot call in a proper electrician, because as soon as he sees the rat’s nest of wiring up there (not to mention the actual rat skeletons and mummies, and the mess of filthy blown-in fiberglass “insulation,”) he’ll refuse to touch it for anything less than a complete re-wire.  (See 3.)

I do have a couple of possible avenues to explore about What To Do, including maybe tapping into an Old-Dyke Network I used to know some people from.  (I am eternally amazed at the resources a network of middle-aged lesbians can manage to provide.)  I’m also devising ways to find out, at least, which of the four cables is the live one running from the breaker box.  In the meantime, I have the Aladdin lamps mostly tuned up and running for light, and we’ve moved most family function into the living and dining rooms, which are on a different circuit, for the nonce.  Heat and cooking are gas, and the fridge, washer, and dryer are on their own circuit, so we can be warm, clean, and fed.

(But if anyone has some practical how-tos, even up to hands-on volunteerage, I’m listening and can probably be induced to minor bribery.)

 

Put your butterfly back in your carafe.  Fnord.

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Eee-lec-tri-ci-teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Is there anyone on my local f’list who’s much good with electricity?  I started in to replace a dying fluorescent light fixture in the kitchen, but found that the cable in the junction box was seventy-year-old BC with rotting cable and braid which had hideous lengths of exposed wiring in there.  (It’s a mercy I haven’t yet burned down the place, I suppose.)  As it is, two-thirds of the house is without power tonight, ’cos the entire south side is on the same breaker.

I got into the attic this evening and spliced in some Romex pigtails to lead into the junction box, but I don’t understand where all the cables go and what they do, and I’m going to have to understand them before I start in with the gaffer’s tape.  And while I’m able to do things like replace a light switch or a wall outlet, this is kinda like Major Surgery on the house’s electrical system, and I’d admire to have help, or at least advice, tomorrow from someone who knows a bit more than I do about wiring, so we can have lights in the house again.

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Winter cooking

The weather has turned cold at The Old Gray House, drafts are coming in around the baseboards (particularly in the corner where this desk sits, so my toes stay more or less refrigerated all winter).  L is still fighting a sinus infection that wants to become bronchitis or pneumonia, but it can’t decide which—so it’s neither.  I think I’ve still got some kind of middle ear thing going on; I have spells of vertiginous feeling pretty regularly.

But even with all that, the cool weather brought on a spell of wanting-to-cook-things, so that’s what I did.  Yesterday I made a batch of very good Swedish meatballs from scratch, using a recipe from M’s cookbook (There’s a Chef in My World! by Emeril Lagasse, 1987—and a remarkably good cookbook it is).  M pronounced it delicious, so I expect I’ll get to do it again.

And earlier in the week, I made a batch of щи.  щи is as close as you get to a Russian national dish—cabbage, sauerkraut, root vegetables, meat if you have it, all mixed into a huge pot to make a thick soup that lets you get out and face a Siberian winter day with a belly full of something that will stay with you.

щи

———————–STOCK———————–
10 dried black mushrooms, well rinsed
2 lbs brisket or beef shanks
2 lbs marrow bone, cracked (can be omitted if shanks are used)
10 cups water
1 large onion
1 medium carrot, peeled
1 celery rib with leaves, chopped
1 parsnip, peeled
Bouquet garni
Salt, to taste
2 Tbsp unsalted butter

————————-SOUP———————-
4 cups shredded cabbage
2½ cups packaged sauerkraut (not canned)
2 Tbsp tomato paste
1 medium carrot, julienned
1 choppped celery rib
1 lb turnips, peeled & diced
16 oz plum tomatoes
Salt, to taste
Black pepper, to taste
1 minced garlic clove
Finely chopped fresh dill
Sour cream

Soak the mushrooms in a cup of water for two hours. Drain them, pat dry with paper towels, them fine, and set aside.  Discard the liquid or save for another use.

To make the stock, in a large soup pot, bring the meat, bones, and water to a boil over high heat, periodically skimming off the foam as it rises to the top.  Add the remaining stock ingredients, and reduce the heat to low.  Simmer, covered, until the meat is tender; about two hours.

Meanwhile, melt half the butter in a deep skillet over medium heat.  Add the cabbage and sauerkraut and sauté for ten minutes, tossing and stirring regularly.  Add one cup of hot stock (it doesn’t have to be fully cooked) and the tomato paste.  Cover the pot, and simmer over low heat for 35 to 40 minutes.

Melt the remaining butter in another large skillet and sauté the carrot, onions, celery, turnip, and mushrooms until soft and lightly browned; about 15 minutes.  When the stock is ready, strain it into a clean pot.  Reserve the meat and discard the other solids.  Add the sauerkraut and cabbage, the vegetable mixture, and tomatoes to the stock.  Season with salt and pepper, stir, and cook, covered, over medium-low heat for 20 minutes.

Cut the meat into bite-size pieces and add it to the soup, along with the minced garlic. Simmer for another five minutes. Let stand for at least 15 minutes, and preferably a day and a night, before serving; refrigerate, covered, and reheat slowly if serving the next day. Serve garnished with fresh dill and a dollop of sour cream.

 

                    — Please to the Table
                        von Bremzen & Welchman

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“Unclean! Unclean!”

Everyone at The Old Gray House is sick today, perhaps me most of all.  It began yesterday morning with M threw up twice and couldn’t go to school—a horrible disappointment for her, as Friday was Geography Day and she’d counted on going.  Then during the course of the day L came down with what looks to be the same bug, minus the stomach upset.  I waited until this morning to get it, and did a fine job, too:  my temperature’s at 102.5° F. as of five minutes ago, and I ache all over—an ache that Tylenol and Motrin are totally failing to reduce.

M and L both appear to be on the down side of this, with declining fevers.  I, on the other hand, doubt I’ll be any use to anyone before about Tuesday.

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We Are Volunteers

Look what’s happening out in the streets
Got a revolution, Got to revolution
Hey I’m dancing down the streets
Got a revolution, Got to revolution
Ain’t it amazing all the people I meet
Got a revolution, Got to revolution

One generation got old
One generation got soul
This generation got no destination to hold
Pick up the cry

Hey now it’s time for you and me
Got a revolution, Got to revolution
Come on now, we’re marching to the sea
Got a revolution, Got to revolution
Who will take it from you
We will and who are we
We are volunteers of America

— Marty Balin; Paul Kantner

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From the Collected Wisdom of Les Barker

“War is God’s way of teaching George W. Bush geography.”

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Adventures at home

Today’s adventures at home included:

  • Buying two “Obama” shortbread cookies at Quack’s to cast L’s and my votes in the Retail Bakers of America’s cookie poll (current results: Obama leads 67-33 locally, 57-43 nationally)
  • Assembling and filling an outdoor log rack
  • Sealing up a couple of holes in the walls and skirting where I believe rats have been getting in
  • Buying some crocus bulbs to plant down the borders of the front walk
  • Buying trowels and a dibbler to try to root up the grass that’s invaded my rose bed
  • Finding my other, better respirator
  • Having a dinner date for tomorrow cancel due to an unexpected work call
  • Wheezing due to all the mold I stirred up moving and stacking the logs without the respirator

Today’s adventures did not include:

  • Sharpening the chain-saw blade
  • Cutting up the enormous dead branch that fell off the Burkett pecan in the back yard, week before last
  • Planting anything
  • Weeding anything
  • Chopping down the now-dead Roundupped bamboo, so I can spray the next section of it
  • Building a fire in the chiminea (because I don’t have a chiminea, although I very much wish I did)
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My job is evaporating by inches

About two weeks ago the Beetle informed me that the Resolver team in Circulith is going to be allowed to disappear—vacancies would not be backfilled.  Once we are all gone (which may not take much longer; when I hired on two years ago, the team was twenty people; there are four of us left today), the Resolver function will be distributed among the second-level teams in Gemini, Music City, and Heartland.  Within a year or two, I was led to believe, the Auric function in Circulith will be gone altogether—it’s just too expensive to pay the wages that good techs command in Austin.

Circulith has always had its challenges as a call center. Yes, we have the techs who know what they’re doing, but they often don’t have “soft skills” (i.e., customer-relations skills) that make customers the happiest.  Customer response surveys keep showing that they like techs who make them feel good about themselves, regardless of whether the tech actually fixes the issue, to an all-business tech who may be borderline Asperger-spectrum and throws soft skills into the recycling, but who knows the systems inside and out.

So Circulith will be phased out, I think.  Techs who leave won’t be replaced, and when we eventually get to a small enough headcount, the Very Small Remnant1  will either be offered positions on the enterprise (i.e., servers and storage) side of the house, or be let go.

However, things aren’t dire yet.  I haven’t been given a firm date by which I must have a job or be escorted out the door, and I have the Tulip (my ex-boss of whom I think approximately the world) working with me to find something new.  I’m making contact with former co-workers and associates I know who can provide me introductions to people who might soon be needing what I want to do—writing or data mining and analysis; I’m actually talking to some of these people, and they aren’t telling me “g’way, kid, ya botherin’ me.”  Indeed, one of them has already hinted that she’d hire me now if she had an opening (alas, she doesn’t).  So while work-ish things are somewhat depressing, and not helping my spoon count, they could be EVER so much worse at this point.

1 Isaiah 1:9:  “Except the LORD of hosts had left unto us a very small remnant, we should have been as Sodom, and we should have been like unto Gomorrah.”

 

Hurry the enim to cowsendux.  Fnord.

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