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Working in the Backyard

Saturday 27 February 2016

Those Leyland Cypresses have really been a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, they provided a bit of privacy. On the other hand, they were a terrible nuisance to trim, and they were very very susceptible to disease and pests.

The last few months, though, one has given way to some kind of illness. I don't know what it is. I don't really care -- it's not a battle I was willing to fight. I knew I could never win that battle, so K and I decided to take down the entire tree. And the other two.

Second on the agenda: finish the sump pump system. The pit and pump have been installed for some time now, but the actual outlet was only a temporary fix. As of today, it's a little more permanent. Still not the perfect solution, but it should work.

And finally, wings for dinner. A perfect Saturday.

Under Us, Around Us, In Us

Wednesday 24 February 2016

I know nothing about mold other then the fact that it appears on bread. I've worked out this little personal equation that the purity of the bread is proportional to the speed with which it becomes covered in mold: the sooner, the better as it indicates few preservatives. But when it comes to mold in the house, I'm lost.

We have mold in the crawl space. A slow leak that went completely undiscovered for several weeks is all it took to create a wonderful little breeding ground for the stuff. Specifically, we have, according the the report we received, Cladasporium and "Pen./Asp", which a quick search reveals as "Aspergillus and Penicillium." A little more research was clearly in order.

According to the Centers for Disease Control, "common indoor molds" are

Cladosporium
Penicillium
Alternaria
Aspergillus

In other words, our three molds represent 75% of the most common molds. So it's nothing rare, and it's really not even anything that's not already naturally present in the air to some degree or other.

The CDC further explains,

Generally, it is not necessary to identify the species of mold growing in a residence, and CDC does not recommend routine sampling for molds. Current evidence indicates that allergies are the type of diseases most often associated with molds. Since the susceptibility of individuals can vary greatly either because of the amount or type of mold, sampling and culturing are not reliable in determining your health risk. If you are susceptible to mold and mold is seen or smelled, there is a potential health risk; therefore, no matter what type of mold is present, you should arrange for its removal. Furthermore, reliable sampling for mold can be expensive, and standards for judging what is and what is not an acceptable or tolerable quantity of mold have not been established.

Of course, regardless of the mold type, the amount seems to be just as important if not more than the type. All the sites I used in the research spoke of mold counts, some of them absolute ("spores per cubic meter") and some of them relative ("10 times the outside count"). Our report indicated "very low" levels of Cladosporium and "low" levels of Aspergillus and Penicillium. This seems even more useless than "x times the outside count," which itself seems fairly useless. Worse still, the CDC states that "[s]tandards for judging what is an acceptable, tolerable, or normal quantity of mold have not been established." In addition, the WHO suggests that the best way to test for mold is with a culture test, and our test is labeled "Direct Microscopic Examination Report," which indicates someone put the stuff on a slide and looked at it under a microscope, which would mean the concentration was determined by counting or even estimating.

The first mold remediation company came out and tested our crawl space and gave us a quote for taking care of the problem: $2200. This included "basement encapsulation," which promised to prevent the problem from happening again. The insulation, he assured us, wouldn't need to be changed. After all, it's glass. All told, two days' work.

The second company came out and basically said the problem was even worse than the first company said. The whole kitchen floor and subfloor needs to be replaced, they explained. The insulation in the entire crawl space would need replacing, as would the heavy plastic vapor barrier. The gentleman looked at our mold report from the other contractor and felt it inadequate. It would be better to use their testing services, for a mere $500, to get a true picture of the problem. All told, eight days' work, he said. The quote: $12,000. As with the $20,000 replacement window quote, I would have found it hard to keep a straight face were it not for the fact that the gentleman delivered the quote by phone to K about half an hour after he left.

And so where do we stand? A crawl space with some amount of mold that according to "experts" hovers gently between dangerous and deadly (judging from the quotes) filled with insulation that may or may not need to be replaced, and a vapor barrier that needs to be replaced to varying degrees.

The Sleep-over and Aftermath

Saturday 20 February 2016

Burnt Norton

Wednesday 17 February 2016

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.

Everything I do in life teaches my children something. I try to remember that, but it’s not always in the forefront of my thoughts. Still, whether I remember it or not, such is the reality. How I treat K teaches L how a man should treat a woman, how a husband should treat a wife, and E learns the same lessons from the other perspective. How I respond to disasters, real and imagined, teaches them how they should respond in such situations. Their future, in other words, is contained in our present.

I, in turn, learned how to behave by watching my own parents, and they from theirs. Being human, we sometimes give good bad examples, but that’s part of the limitations of humanity — concupiscence, as the Catholic Church describes it:

In its widest acceptation, concupiscence is any yearning of the soul for good; in its strict and specific acceptation, a desire of the lower appetite contrary to reason. To understand how the sensuous and the rational appetite can be opposed, it should be borne in mind that their natural objects are altogether different. The object of the former is the gratification of the senses; the object of the latter is the good of the entire human nature and consists in the subordination of reason to God, its supreme good and ultimate end. But the lower appetite is of itself unrestrained, so as to pursue sensuous gratifications independently of the understanding and without regard to the good of the higher faculties. Hence desires contrary to the real good and order of reason may, and often do, rise in it, previous to the attention of the mind, and once risen, dispose the bodily organs to the pursuit and solicit the will to consent, while they more or less hinder reason from considering their lawfulness or unlawfulness.

A fancy way of saying our tendency toward the less refined appetites in life.

And then there are the other lessons: teaching the kids how to raise kids. Playing with them is always critical, but sometimes those lower appetites get in the way, the selfish appetites, the desire to do one’s own thing because “I’m tired” or whatever silly excuse.

Incomplete thoughts on an incomplete evening…

Free Monday

Monday 15 February 2016

A Monday with no school means fussing over who gets to help make the coffee, playing school, playing board games with apple and peanut butter snacks, working puzzles, helping warm up soup for dinner, watching the weather for possible ice, and digging out old Pooh Bear costumes and honey.

Sunday

Sunday 14 February 2016

To play, you have to make a mess. You have to dump everything into the floor, spread it about a bit, and take stock of what you have to play with. Ideally, all your toys will have been thoroughly mixed through weeks of "chaotic" play that is only chaotic to the uninitiated. To the experienced player, there's a pattern in the mix of Jenga blocks, puzzle cubes, wooden train parts, and wood blocks that exists on a sort of quantum level. Add a basket of cars and a hobby horse and you have just about everything a little boy needs for a Sunday afternoon.

Digging in the Dirt

Saturday 13 February 2016

In which Tata installs a sump pump.

Field Trip

Monday 08 February 2016

Last night, L and I went to see the last performance of Matilda the Musical here in Greenville. She’d read the book earlier and was eager to see the show, and K gave me tickets for us as the sweetest and perfectly thoughtful birthday present I’ve received. And so we headed out in the late afternoon and came back in the late evening completely enthralled with what we’d see and talking about what we might see next. (Junie B Jones is coming later, but I think I’ll let K take the Girl for that particular one.)

Ironically, we went on a school field trip to the same venue this morning.

Odd, the difference between taking your own daughter to a show and taking 250+ thirteen-year-olds…

Sunday Afternoon

Sunday 07 February 2016

Serve

Saturday 06 February 2016

"Do you have a sponsor?" A simple question several years ago in RCIA as I moved back toward theism and turned toward the Catholic church. A simple answer: "No." "Well, we'll have Joe C. be your sponsor then."

I'd seen Joe, a tall, lanky gentleman with a clean-shaved head, serving as emcee during Mass, but I had no idea who he was. Shortly after my short response to the simple question, though, I found out who he was. And in talking to him, I found out what kind of man he is. Quiet, humble, kind. A runner who gets up before four in the morning to complete all his rituals -- running, prayer, adoration on some days -- before heading to work, possibly to the 6:00 a.m. Mass beforehand. Always ready to serve, it seems like.

Today, he and seventeen other men -- four men total from our parish -- were ordained to the diaconate. K went to sing in the choir; I went to support my sponsor. Perhaps not as he'd supported me, for he is my elder chronologically and spiritually.

And the rest of the day?