I have a little commission to create the “Itsy bitsy spider” for a children’s playground at a private school in Kansas. The spider is about 3x life-size, and next will be outfitted in rock climbing gear. Tarantulas are delicate spiders, and can’t take a fall or it breaks them like an egg- so precautions are necessary.
It was a rainy drab day, so E and I drove down to Springville through washes of blusterstorms to see my bronze ladies that were juried into the big annual state art show. The museum was closed to prep for their art ball tonight, but they let us in for a quick walk-through to document the sculptures in-situ. The bronze ladies may not be the Belle’s of the Ball, but at least they get to attend without worrying about shoes and makeup.
The xeriscape and pond are almost ready for summer after another course of days spent fixing and futzing and running to the hardware store. All waterlines from the house are ship shape, and all main xeriscape lines are laid in. I snapped off a sprinkler head in the rose bed near the driveway with the snow-shovel this winter, so today I switched out that whole area from sprinklers to dripline. Just a few more days of tweaking, but all the big projects are resolved. Unless I start in on my idea of partially xeriscaping the front yard…
We humans don’t always recognize the celebrities of the cat world until other cats alert us to their magnificence. We thought we were taking in a rescue kitty for a few weeks, turns out he was taking a rest after a rigorous street-verite project while his new house was purchased and his new human staff prepped his quarters. His method acting had required letting his hair mat and a partial spay in a dramatic mad doctor scene; he was exhausted and just wanted some alone time where he could have his meals anonymously with a dog and some cats, and elect for a spa-treatment or two.
This little wand of black magic set a tour of plumbing shops in motion. All shops have been out for 10 weeks, always just having sold their last one- but offering that I try this little parts replacement kit that we don’t have, but that the shop all the way across town does show having two. The old plumber-pro tells me that 80% of the time the new parts will just make the leak worse (the little gods of home plumbing are hungry and needful)- and though I did stop the leak at the vacuum manifold the plumber-pro’s advise proved out with a worse leak. Today I made my weekly (bi-weekly?) call-around for the part again; the nearest shop has quit carrying this brand and paid the manufacturer to ship all their stock back, and the shop across town has two left. By the time I get there they have one left. Upon switching it out I take care to make the incantation and blood sacrifice before closing the water off, and again after installation, and again prior to turning the water back on: the magics governing water were pleased at last.
This little mower is 12 years old and still starts on the first pull. I bought it to mow the yard of my first house, a little 1912 Sister-Wife house, here in SLC. It has travelled all over, mowing the big yard of the Montana ranch all the way to Kansas where E and I had a rental in the “country” with a yard so vast it took hours to mow. Now it has a 10 minute job, as most of our SLC yard is xeriscape. On minute 9 the handle sheared, making for another Danger-Day (starting a job that creates an unexpected job that is much more intensive than the original job). The handle is made from 18 gauge tubing (thin & cheap) that was riddled with stress shearing. There was a bit of evaporating steel with the weld, but it all came back together, and I reinforced it with long weld beads rather than trying to weld thicker support-metal to it. It held together for minute 10 as I finished up the back patch of wild grasses, and looks like it will hold together.