13 June 2008

Totally Not About Rush


I've spent today wandering around in a haze.
A dream dancing on the edge of my memory... I woke up lost in another world.
All day my body, and some subconscious part of my memory, have been going back to that world without me.

Also, I've had "Available Light" (by Rush) stuck in my head all day. Wonder if it's a coincidence?

Play of light
A photograph
The way I used to be
Some half forgotten stranger
Doesn't mean that much to me

(from Available Light - Rush)

Of course, there has always been something about Presto that has kept it close to my heart. It has always been one of my favorite albums... right along with Grace Under Pressure and Permanent Waves.

But, this is not a blog about Rush. Though, I'm sure I haven't done one yet... and that just seems odd.
I'm not quite sure what this blog is about.
I suppose just another bit of rambling introduced into my hazy day.

All four winds together
Can't bring the world to me
Shadows hide the play of light
So much I want to see
Chase the light around the world
I want to look at life
In the available light

(from Available Light - Rush)

12 June 2008

I is A Smrt... and is kinda awsm too


Have you ever had a project where you knew what it would take to get it done, but you weren't quite sure if you could get there on your own? Or, you're pretty sure you can do it on your own, but you've only seen other people do similar things, and you've never actually tried anything like it before?

I'll give a little back-story for those who don't know...

Just over a year ago, I moved in with my best friend. My room is a converted garage. Truly, it is very cool... it's like having a little teeeeeeeeny tiny studio apartment, big enough for a tv and couch, a couple of book shelves, a little computer area, a little bedroom-y area, and some storage shelves... and on really hot days, I fill a cooler with beer and pretend I have my own fridge (looka me! I'm an adult!).

Unfortunately, because it is where it is... not only "outside," but also just "outside" of the bay area... it tends to get quite hot. According to the interwebs it's about 95 degrees here this afternoon... next time you have a 95 degree day, go on out to your garage at 4 in the afternoon... it tends to be a little melt-y, and a lot stifling.

So, my BFF goes to a family garage sale a couple of weeks ago, and comes across a portable air conditioning unit. She actually traded pieces of her own furniture so that she could bring this thing home and put it in my "room"... this would be why she's the BFF. She rocks.

Of course, I come home and see this tank and think, "yes, the cold would be lovely, but I live in a garage.. where the heck am I going to put this thing?" Crap. Ok. Wait. Baby steps Bob.

Step one: look at the directions and see if it's even going to be possible to hook it up. And, lo and behold, it looks like it might be likely... if I can manage to hook up the exhaust vent somewhere appropriate. Hm... well, I live in a garage... should be easy ventilation... except, all the walls are covered in corrugated metal (I dunno, I don't watch decorating shows, maybe this is all the rage). Yes, I have wainscoting... yes, it is corrugated metal.

Step two: find a vent that is near the bottom of the wall. I seem to remember one (that I've seen from the outside), next to the door. Look outside, and yeppers... only from the inside, it is covered. I mention this to my BFF and she comes in and says, "no problem, this stuff is just nailed up." She reaches out and tears down a piece of the metal, exposing the vent and says, "Just cut a hole in the metal." Sweet.

So, today I make a trip to Home Depot (yes, I know... I hate the place too), and pick up a pair of snips, some aluminum tape, and some duct work... oh yes, I said duct work. It's actually the end of an HVAC duct, where it would flair out to go into a register... perfect size for the exhaust hose in one end, and to fit into the vent at the other. Beauty.

I come home, bust out my tool bag (yep, a chick with tools... HOT), and get started. The most difficult part was getting started with the snips, not wanting to make any extra cuts, I decided to just punch through the metal, and start cutting. And really, it worked out well. I have to say, for my first time working with metal, only cutting my hand once (two little owies, but from the same incident, so it only counts as once) isn't too bad. Don't worry mom, I had a tetanus shot about three years ago, I'll be fine.

I actually cut the hole to the right size on the first try. Though, I suppose it technically could have been a bit bigger, but really... bigger isn't always better, especially when you have teh awsm aluminum tape to hide any mistakes. I didn't really expect the piece of duct work to stick out as far as it does, and I had some trouble re-attaching my fancy wainscoting, but again... the aluminum tape comes to the rescue (seriously, this stuff is like duct tape, only better, it doesn't melt).


And, for the most part that is hidden by the couch.

Oh yes, I did it myself. And, as much as certain boys like to tease me about not asking for help, it is so cool to know that I can do it on my own. I can go and purchase the right tools, and do the job all on my own. As nice as it is to know that I don't have to, it is just as nice to know that I can rely on myself. And, its really nice to have some cool air moving in my room.

OH Yeah... and YAY ME!

09 June 2008

When a plan comes together...


Last week, I spontaneously decided that I needed a night away. Not just away at CSB's house, but Away. So, after much hemming and hawing, and research on the interwebs, I finally decided Point Arena was Away enough, and made a reservation.

Balcony?
Yes. Please.
Ocean View?
Yes. Please.
Fireplace?
Yes. Please.
Jacuzzi Tub?
YES. PLEASE! Where do I sign!?

CSB brought the bottle of Chandon Vintage Brut I had hidden in his fridge (so I didn't drink it on a random Wednesday... trust me, it was tempting), and Saturday morning we hit the road.

A lovely drive up the coast on a clear blue day, which included a very thoughtful gift from CSB (clever guy that he is), a walk on the beach collecting rocks and shells, a very nice room, and a late lunch on the balcony. The weather was perfect, blue skies, a light breeze, I could feel my skin drinking in the sunshine (without also drinking up a sunburn)... step one in the relaxing and rejuvenating process.


The only thing exceptional about dinner was the company and the view. The restaurant was "out" of a lot of things (certain wines, crab, artichoke hearts... *sigh*), and I was shocked that on a Saturday night in "busy" season they would be missing certain key ingredients from the menu, but life goes on.

After dinner, another walk on the beach, then back to the room for a fire, a bath, and champagne. The champagne I've been waiting on for months. The champagne that was a birthday present to myself. And, OH... yes, it was worth the wait. I realize that reclining in a whirlpool bathtub (with someone you very much enjoy), would make even a cheap champagne seem "great"... but really... wow.

We woke up relaxed and refreshed the next morning, and after a quick trip down to the beach, we were ready for the long winding drive back to civilization.

Glowing Recommendation: Next time you are passing through Bodega Bay, be sure to stop at the Tides Wharf Restaurant & Bar. Although a little pricey, the view, service, and food was wonderful! And, they weren't "out" of anything!

An excellent weekend, I definitely needed that.