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Greenhouse, moved.

It was miserable, it was hard.  We almost lost it.  It’s over.  It’s been a rough week.

The verdict is in: it takes just as long to move it as it does to put it up in the first place; the few places where time is saved, particularly that holes are already drilled and not everything needs to come apart, are cancelled out by the places where it takes more time to undo and redo, like wrestling ribs onto pins that have been twice-pounded.  A nightmare.

In theory, a simple series of steps:

Undo all the wiggle wire, drop the skin off to one side.

Detach end walls and lay them down inside.

There’s the pile of associated crap- gutters, gutter mounting lumber, baseboards, doors, screen doors, etc etcPull up one side of mounting pins, and drive them again one greenhouse width to the side.“Walk” the greenhouse over like a 26 legged spider, dragging the endwalls along with.  Remount on pins.Reskin.  Stand up the endwalls.Do all the wiggle wire, reattach baseboards, doors, etc.

A simple series of steps…

In my head.

Hahaha!  Each step beset by setbacks, unforeseen time-consumers, irritations, and risk of injury.  Miserable.

In the space vacated by the greenhouse, the chickens moved right in for a good dirt bath. Least they’re having fun.

Then came the wind….




That’s so 1985

Yes, that's a picture from Jökulsarlon on 2002
Does anyone else save old calendars?  I can’t say I stockpile them, but the most beautiful ones can be hard to throw out.  With that glossy printing and thick paper they cry out for something more than recycling.

Well, dig out the relics from 1991, 2002, or 1985, because those are entirely reusable in 2013.  Obviously, the 80’s are back, after all.

In fact, one could get by an entire life with only 14 calendars, and that includes the leap years.

That could sure put a dent in paper waste, and it sure makes me feel better about those exceptional art calendars that it’s so sad to think of having an ephemeral span of usefulness.  I always have a few “keepers” in my very heavy but precious “image box”- a box of paper I save for arresting, beautiful or novel images that wait for their chance to be reused as gift wrap, collages, or media for various crafts.

I didn’t find any from 1991, but here are a few reusable calendars I found lying around.  Check out Seattle, 1985.  This year also matches the year I was born, so my birthday this year will land on the same day of the week as my birth day did.