Bikes!

I'd totally post a picture of my bike, but I am not sure I can find it . . . In 2018, I have ridden my bicycle outside a grand total of 0.00 times.  Today that changes.

Today 02/27

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 Plentiful sunshine. High 51F. Winds NNW at 5 to 10 mph.

It looks like it'll be almost downright pleasant.  They say something about "blah, blah, blah, like riding a bike" but I'm slightly terrified . . . it's been a while.

On the plus side, my hydration levels should be much better than they ever have been.  This is not because of water consumption, but because of the new whole house humidifier I installed a couple weeks back.  The house is almost jungle like compared to our usual high desert plains climate.  When I last checked, we were hovering right around 38% relative humidity . . . my skin is so soft!

Keepin it Klassy!

Nothing says classy like a couch on your porch . . .

While I advocated for this as a permanent fixture for comfort and convenience sake, the rest of the household vetoed it, boo!  In any case, Habitat for Humanity is picking it up this afternoon since we donated it.  Moving it out of the house brought back memories of moving it in way back in the early 2000s.  I believe Les E. and I were responsible for clumsily navigating through a couple doorways.  If I remember correctly we managed to get it wedged in the front door, inexplicably.  This morning, with expert assistance and supervision . . .

. . . we successfully got the couch to the porch in one go.  The old couch served the house well but out with the old, in with the new!  Shortly after Habitat picks up, Crate and Barrel will be dropping off, hooray for new furnishings.

No We Don't Have Kids

We do not have human children in this house and there are no plans to add any, but we know how to spoil our new fuzzy child Fritz.

Yes there are two beds for him . . . and he has two crates right now although one is a loaner.  He has two crate pads, an ample supply of chew treats (I'll get to bull pizzle another day), and all the toys he wants, be that which he picked out at the pet store or what we thought he would like.

He'll be going to obedience training soon, mostly so we can learn how to speak his brand of "dog" and make sure he's a good canine companion and citizen about town.  For now, he is exploring the world, smelling new things, peeing on them and having a good time in general.

Here's what we know; Fritz likes tennis balls, he finds squeaky toys fascinating, he likes his crate, he loves his memory foam bed from Costco.  It can be exhausting being a puppy dog in a new house . . .

I'm Bitcoin Rich!

I won't be going to any extremes like changing my name to "Blockchain" or "CryptoRubin" but I own fractions of a Bitcoin . . . .00132857 to be exact.

In all honesty, I took the path of least resistance in my quest to obtain my cryptocurrency.  I waited for the Square Cash app to open their exchange so I could buy and sell from the convenience of my phone, without having to figure out the other exchanges in the great wide world of the internets.  Being the risk averse individual that I am, I also waited to get money from Square for referring people to the app.  My investment comes $5 at a time with not really my money.

What's the purpose of this experiment?  I don't really know . . . sound like Arizona is going to let people pay their taxes in Bitcoin in the near future.  Maybe it will become more useful to my normal, everyday life . . . maybe I just wanted on the bandwagon . . .

Around the House

February seems like a perfectly good month to start tackling some projects around the house.  There are some big ones, some small ones and some small ones that get big when you find out what is lurking beneath the surface . . .

I didn't take pictures because I didn't really know I was going to be getting into a Jr. Plumber project until there were parts lying on the shower floor.  As things change gradually over time you tend not to notice.  The temperature control on the shower was one of those things . . . everything was great, showers were hot, then they became hot enough, and then we started wondering why they weren't as hot as they used to be.  I took a quick look online and didn't see anything remotely resembling our Hansgrohe thermostatic valve, but how different could they all be?  That point was moot through the first hour of trying to pull the handle off.  After some tugging and light prying, I switched to dumping hot water on the handle, hoping that would loosen things up.  Then I switched to swearing and brute force and finally the handle flew off and thankfully did not break the glass of the shower enclosure.

With the handle off, I could go back to the internet to find out that my older valve looked nothing like the instructional videos online.  For example, my valve did not have service shut offs that everybody kept talking about . . . so I went to the basement and shut off the lines to the shower with the conveniently located valves in the laundry room.  The amount of torque required to get the mixing cartridge out of the valve body left me with the nasty thought at the back of my mind wondering how many plumbing connections I might be breaking in the wall . . .

To make a long, boring story less long and only slightly less boring, the cartridge was all scaled up.  White vinegar and water did the trick to loosen things enough to be able to clean off the gunk.  Everything went back together much more smoothly that it came apart and like magic our shower can be cold, hot and everything in between.  As a bonus, the water pressure is better now too!

This is only a taste of what's to come on the DIY (and YDIFM) front.  The house just got some new insulation, new windows are in the works.  I am planning on installing a whole house humidifier and for fun, we are looking into getting the floors resurfaced!

You might ask why all the attention to the house?

Doesn't he deserve it?

Time Marches On . . .

It has been quite a while and I'm pretty sure I no longer know how to write.  Nothing like life changes to inspire one to scribble down some thoughts and practice some sort of expression.  Dempsey, like every other smart being likes biscuits.

As of the last entry in the blog, Dempsey the dog was an experienced, spry 8 years old.  In the past few years he has hiked, backpacked, wandered all around Denver, enjoyed life in general.  He has been a great friend, always listening to what we had to say, never judging. 

Unfortunately today we have to say goodbye.  Nothing is forever and even if it were, forever wouldn't be long enough with this guy.  May all your drinks of water be from cool mountain streams and well . . .

 Thanks buddy!