forecast: showers

So, when I ripped the old shower out of the “shower house”, as it was called then, I really liked the way the space opened up. In fact, I had thought of making it into a bunkhouse or kind of a tiny home, but I couldn’t finagle a bed in there unless it was standing up. I thought guests might complain. But WHOA! Once I removed the plastic stand-alone shower, there were copious possibilities for my little shack.

Next, I bought a little portable building in which to put tools, nails, screws and presumably lawnmower and pressure washer, but the two last ones were pushed out by whatever-the-hell-is-taking-up-all-the-space and continue to reside under the deck.

Once the place was empty, I painted, spruced, cleaned and got Orkin to evict the mice who’d been living there for generations. That was in 2016. Then! Then it struck me that I should put the shower outside. It would be easy for me to plumb it into the back side of the building because there’s water there already AND a water heater. HA! Hot showers in nature.

I thought I would just build a little platform and put a new plastic stand-alone shower out there. It would look kind of ratty being all white, but I had some ideas. Well. Justin Pistohl who did the siding on the house and shower house surprised me with this new cedar shower. He texted me this picture while I was gone for the weekend. What a guy.


Soooo glad I didn’t put a white plastic shower out there.
I just took my first shower. It’s awesome.
A roomy shelf for extras.

Call me Madmartigan*

It’s really hot. I seldom go into the water unless I’m really hot. And I was really hot after watering the flowers, so I waded around the shallow end for a few minutes. Since a clean shoreline is a happy shoreline I am in the habit of removing floating weeds and debris (Coke cans are numerous. Lots of Coke freaks on Trego Lake, I guess.) 

I pulled out a raft of floating branches and this handsome dude on YouTube told me it was a willow.  He also told me how to propagate it. I’ve wanted to plant willows for some time now, as they grow fast and I like to watch them when it’s windy. So, I cut the wayward willow branches into 10-inch pieces per the Handsome Guy and put them in water.

So I cut up the branches and stuck them in plain water to see if they’ll root. I hope so.

This past spring, I bought six bare-root willows from Farmer Seed Company and they are definitely dead. Maybe these will work. No doubt they lived somewhere upstream successfully.

*An obscure reference to the movie Willow, which we watched 487 times when the boys were small. Mostly at Grandma Sheahan’s house because she had it on VHS. The only other choice in VHS movies was a National Geographic special on hairless cats.

UPDATE: I was gone for a few days (all over Wisconsin and the U.P.) and when I came home I thought the whole experiment was a bust. The leaves all fell off and the water was scummy. BUT, once I gave it fresh water, I see that there are new leaves and lots of roots.

I might have the sought-after willows after all.

yet another sunrise

They’re all good (even on cloudy days) but this morning I hadn’t even wiped the cobwebs from my eyes when I noticed the sun was an orange ball through the trees.

Sans camera it was a perfect round ball of orange. Look at the reflection in the water.

don’t paint me

Apparently, the Craic House doesn’t want to be painted. I just want to paint the eaves, (there are no soffits) since they aren’t covered in new siding and they’re looking pretty sad with the rest of it upgraded. So last week before Justin came to put siding on the rest of the sides (confusing), I climbed up there and started putting primer on the eaves. Much easier BEFORE the siding is in place, so I don’t have to tape off the siding to prevent drips. 

So I hung off the top of the tall ladder — never a comfortable place for me — and started painting away. The surface is very rough with nails sticking through from the roof. Bigger brush. Yikes. That didn’t work very well either. The paint wasn’t getting into the cracks and imperfections. Then I heard a rumble of thunder . . . Zero percent chance of rain which is why I decided to paint in the first place. . .  and it started to pour. Hmmm.

Sun came out presently, so back out I went only to repeat the process. Thunder rumble, downpour and it rained the rest of the day. Besides, everything was then too wet to paint.

So, Justin sided two more sides and what I’d painted with the brush looked pretty sad indeed. So, I resolved to use my handy dandy paint sprayer. Evidently I wasn’t a very good paint cleaner upper after the last time I used it, so I spent a couple of hours getting rubberized latex paint out of the nooks and crannies, but finally got it working.

The wood on the underside of the roof is old and somewhat beat up. Solid enough, not rotted, but water stains and weathered. So, I loaded up the sprayer with my favorite Zinsser Bulls Eye 123 exterior primer and within a half hour I could see right through the paint to all the staining. No exterior stain-covering exterior primer in my stash, so off to town. Which means being at least presentable, although I had paint all over my legs — the result of holding the sprayer in my lap while I fished paint snippets out of the nozzle — and well, let’s be truthful. I wasn’t presentable.

You can barely see where the primer isn’t covering. On this side (west) the siding isn’t on yet, so I only needed to cover the window, although the plastic and tape are now lying on the ground due to wind. 

I looked at Zinsser’s website to determine exactly what primer I wanted: Bulls Eye 123 Plus. Ace didn’t have much of anything in the paint department but they did have three gallons of a different kind of Zinsser called Stain Cover, which the website had said was available only in California. Weird. Over to Hardware Hank, where I couldn’t get Bulls Eye Plus, but bought some house trim paint AND found a spray can of the Stain Cover. Not a terribly efficient way to paint a building — tiny cans of spray paint, but I don’t need a gallon half of which will be eaten up by the sprayer, which is a hog for paint. Along with the fact that it’s oil-based and I’d have to clean the sprayer with mineral spirits.

Left over from last summer.

Found this at Hank in Spooner. Convenient spray can. Yay. 
Yikes. That deck looks terrible. It’s on my list. Take a number.

So far, the spray-can stuff is covering.

Meanwhile, I taped plastic over the entire building so I didn’t spray paint all over the new green siding. This was a study in patience. Yesterday I went to town — to ditch the big, frustrating, immovable futon at the ReStore YAY — and looked at both hardware stores for plastic drop cloths I could use to cover the building. Nothing.

On the way home, the neighbor down the lake was having an estate sale — oh. my. gosh. What a place. I stopped in and toured the house, which is a disaster — the basement was so moldy I could barely breathe. There was crap all over the yard, waterlogged boats in the lake, the dock made from two extension ladders balance out over the water. I am not making this up. Indescribable. There were tons of salvageable items, but where do you begin? But! I did find a roll of plastic laying in the yard that was perfect for what I needed. I dragged it back up to the house (didn’t want it to touch my body and/or clothes because I had gone to town and now looked Presentable), took out a dollar and gave it to the Estate Sale Guy who didn’t want to sell that crappy roll of plastic for so little. But what could he do? I’m big and scary.

More work to put up the plastic than it is to paint. And the wind took down about half of it. 🙁

So, first thing this morning I started taping that plastic to the walls of the Craic House. Went along fairly well, although the enormous fiberglass ladder (that belongs to Justin) is so big and heavy that I was struggling with it. THEN, the wind popped up. I would no sooner hang some plastic than the wind would catch it and peel it off. 🙁  Crazy. 

The Crazy Widow Emerson

It’s been windy since I returned from town and I’m not going to attempt to spray anything. Hopefully, tomorrow I can nab a couple more cans of Stain Cover and get things primed and painted. Whether the Craic likes it or not.

idyllic summer

Summer this year has been an endless string of beautiful days with bright sunshine and cool nights — for sleeping well. Although I’ve had to water the gardens occasionally, rainfall has been pretty timely. I try to walk down to the lake every morning with my coffee. Seems a better idea than diving into the closet that is now my office and facing a computer screen for the first few hours of every day. 😛

I’ll be sure to open this post next February when clingy old winter is holding onto my mood.