Tuesday, June 17, 2008

On a Happier Note...


These are some flowers I stopped to pick in the mountains on the way home from town the other day. Wild blue irises, some little bluebells and some yellow flowers with which I'm not familiar. It was nice to get out in the woods for a little walk, and a deer even hopped out of my path!

When I got home I put them in a mixture from one of my books, 2 tablespoons sugar, 2 tablespoons vinegar to 1 quart room temperature water. It perked them right up! And they've been beautifying my kitchen counter for days now.

Post Script: The vinegar also served another purpose. While it was in there, feeding the flowers, it was also cleaning the hard water mineral deposits from the inside of my vase. The thing looks new, and I didn't even have to scrub it!

So, This Power Thing...

This power thing pretty much sucks. You know, since we've been turning off the generator during the day? I have to admit, I DO like the fact that there is no opportunity for the television to be on and the boys watching a movie whenever they feel like it. But other than that, honestly it makes me tired. And a person just sits and thinks about what they can't do with no power. Oh! I should do laundry...but I can't. Wash the dishes...but I can't. Argh.

When the power goes out, the house gets all dark. And HOT. Without electricity we have no fans, and there is usually not much of a breeze. It is stifling, and it's not even that hot out yet. A hot, dark house is exhausting. I don't stay inside all day, but it's very hot outside too. Especially at high noon, when the power's off.

Today, I made the boys pick up all the outside toys and I mowed the lawn. At noon. In the direct sun. And then, as if that wasn't enough, I raked the side yard, and then mowed that, even though it's mostly weeds and dirt. It was awesome. Just for something to do.

I have been reading a book during the power outages, but that makes me tired as well. It's also hard to really concentrate when two boys are running around.

And I guess the point of this whole thing? No one even knows if it will save any money. There are no gauges or valves on the diesel tanks that measure anything. There are no markings on the generator that indicate how much fuel it holds. We can't even begin to calculate the cost per day or per hour without knowing this basic information. To make matters worse, the diesel tanks also supply the ranch truck and the tractor, and there is currently no system in place for tracking anything to do with filling them up, and indeed no way to measure how many gallons are used for anything.

One thing we do know: if left running, the generator will usually run for around 33 hours before it runs out of fuel. Trust me, this we know. But that information is useless because we don't know the capacity of the tank. And I am frustrated with what I have come to call "Faux Math." Meaning, the slinging around of numbers/costs/monetary amounts that have no basis in actuality. CG does it just about every day, and folks on the ranch are wont to follow suit. Me? I need real numbers before I'll even pull out a piece of paper.

So, if you hear anyone say "a gallon an hour," it's probably an exaggeration. How could they possibly know? Does the generator have a 33 gallon tank? Your guess is as good as mine, but I'm guessing no. If you hear, "it would cost us each $120/month," who pulled that amount out of what? Catch my drift?

Number One doesn't know how much the tank holds. He's been advocating for a pump, which would measure the fuel, and auto-shut off valves (which would prevent diesel spills) for years. At this point we can't even figure out how much is going into the truck or the tractor OR the generator.

CG doesn't know how much the tank holds either. She told me that yesterday. But when she says something, people want to believe she knows what she's talking about because of her "years of experience." Or something. But if she doesn't have the fundamental number, tank capacity, she can't figure anything out either. She told me that, and I put my pencil and paper down. No use figuring anything if you don't know the basics. It's all guesswork, which amounts to a waste of time in my book. All she really knows is how much it costs her when she pays the fuel bill.

I understand that it's costing a lot, I just wish we had the facts so we could figure out the best way to save money. How many hours we would really need the generator turned off to make a significant dent in the fuel bill. If at all possible, without risking the food in our refrigerators and freezers in the process.

I still think we need to be investigating alternatives like solar. ABEG needs to get on that. Right after they finish our addition and figure out the water situation. There are priorities, after all.

Monday, June 9, 2008

Life As We Know It...


Most of you are aware that we generate our own electricity on the ranch. We have a diesel generator that powers all the houses, outbuildings and the barn. With the price of diesel skyrocketing, life as we know it is about to change.

We are used to having power all day long, and shutting the generator off at night. In an experiment to save money, CG is wanting to shut the generator off during the day as well. We were just talking about it, and if we shut the power off from 10:AM until 2: or 3:PM, it might have a significant impact on our fuel consumption.

But what would this mean for us? No power during the day. We wouldn't be able to use lights, wash laundry or dishes, watch TV, use the Internet, or flush the toilet. I wouldn't be able to blog whenever I wanted to. It sounds like a huge inconvenience, but we don't have a choice. We'll just have to plan ahead.

I'll do a couple loads of laundry in the morning, and a few more in the evening. I'll store jugs of water for drinking (plus one in the bathroom for flushin') The boys won't be able to watch movies any time they want (which is a good thing). I will miss the Internet, but with a battery on my laptop I could still write my blogs, and post them in the evening. I will have to put batteries in my CD player. It's possible I will get more things accomplished (as long as they don't require any kind of electricity)

I suggested investigating switching the power to a solar system, with the diesel as a backup. Or looking into wind. Or something. The price of fuel is only going to increase, it makes sense to look at alternatives which would pay for themselves in short order, perhaps even in a year or two. Or less.

If you NEED to contact me, please do it before 10:AM my time, or in the evening. :-(

I'll keep you posted as things develop. If I'm not online, you'll know why...

Thursday, June 5, 2008

What's Wrong with FedEx?


Those of you who actually know me have already heard all this before. FedEx Ground REFUSES to deliver to our remote location. This continually frustrates me, to the point where I try not to do business with people who only ship FedEx. Sometimes, I don't have a choice. I am frustrated when companies list their shipping carriers (UPS, FedEx, USPS) and don't give you an option to choose. Sometimes I am able to send them an email to request a specific carrier. But sometimes, if a company has used a specific carrier, say USPS, to ship to me in the past, I forget I need to request that they NOT use FedEx under any circumstances.

I ordered pirate birthday supplies for H-Bomb's upcoming 5th birthday. I figured I should order them now because we will be out of town in the beginning of his birthday month, and I like to plan ahead. Good thing.

My package is currently somewhere between here and the next state. Or two. I have been tracking it online, and yesterday it was "On FedEx vehicle for delivery." That made me laugh, right, "delivery." For some reason, we live in FedEx No-Man's Land.

I'm sure you've heard of FedEx No-Man's Land. It's apparently everywhere around the nation, various locations to which FedEx Ground Will. Not. Deliver. I have spoken to FedEx reps in the two states closest to us. Let me explain.

The two nearest towns are only 54 miles apart. However, we live 60 miles from the North town (NT), and 35 miles from the South town (ST). Picture a straight vertical line between the towns, with a curvy 20 mile line heading East from there. That's where we live. Technically, according to FedEx Ground, we live "too far South of NT" and also "too far North of ST" for them to deliver packages to us. Excuse me? Oh, I forgot, we do indeed live in FedEx No Man's Land.

Historically, we have had to track down and physically DISCOVER where FedEx Ground has left our packages in random locations around town. Sometimes, our packages are given to the post office. UPS has told me that the FedEx drivers spend their OWN money to get the packages into our post office boxes. Once, I was tracking my new Kitchenaid mixer shipment, and someone named "B. Swanson" signed for it. WHO?? Luckily, "B. Swanson" has perfect penmanship, and CG's bookkeeper is in the know, and said, "Isn't that so-and-so at the pharmacy?" It was.

Other times, the packages are transferred and re-routed from one state to the next, in a circle around our state. You think I'm joking, but I'm not. Sometimes we get a postcard in the mail a week later: "your package is at the FedEx facility in [insert random state name here]." Sometimes, packages are delivered to CG's bookkeeper's house, and usually have been scribbled on in permanent marker: "Do NOT deliver to the ranch!" I'm not kidding here either. And occasionally, packages are simply returned to sender. This whole process generally takes a month. You would think people would get tired of it. I know I am.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have some pirate booty to track down.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Film Crew, Take, oh, Whatever


First, I have to admit that having a television film crew around isn't as glamorous or even as exciting as it may seem. It was actually kind of awkward, standing around, watching the branding, looking over and being startled by a huge camera lens in your face. And then you become all aware and self-conscious--should I put my arm here? Ooh, am I standing up straight? Does my face have a natural expression? Why does H-Bomb have to be whining when the huge fuzzy microphone is right over his head? Perfect.

So to be completely honest, it's kind of annoying. Although it is interesting to see the process, and we'll be interested to see the finished product, about which we have no idea. There were three guys: a film guy, a sound guy and a guy taking still photos. The photographer guy was named Dave, but the other two have slipped my mind. Anyway, Dave is supposed to send us a disc of shots when it's all said and done.

So film guy and sound guy were just kind of hovering around, sticking their camera/microphone close to the action, while camera guy Dave was running around taking pictures. It will be interesting to see what they end up with. They basically shot some film/stills while the branding was going on, and then there were some staged shots: Number One, H-Bomb and Sawed Off riding around the corral on his horse, through the cattle herd. C.G., galloping up a big hill on her horse. C.G. and Number One riding along toward the camera. Kind of silly, really.

They also put a wireless mike on CG at one point during the branding, and then she started talking a lot more. One can only imagine what she had to say as she was castrating a calf, but once the mike was on, she was talking to herself (or to the mike actually) about something. (how dull her knife was? how big the calf's...oh never mind)

Wifey helped me get lunch ready for everyone after they were done filming, and all the film guys are nice and friendly. Then they set up equipment for Doug Fabrizio of public radio's Radio West to do an interview with CG. I didn't know he did anything besides radio, but they filmed it. CG is apparently going to do a radio interview in town this week also. Number One and I stuck around after lunch, waiting to meet "The Fabulous Fabrizio" (as his crew affectionately calls him). Although he's not a tall guy, he IS actually taller than the crew reported. "Fab" (short for both "fabulous" and "fabrizio") arrived just in time to see Sawed Off slam H-Bomb's little John Deere Gator (AKA, H-Bomb's Jeep) into the side of the film crew's van. It was sweet. The fab one laughed, and introduced himself as "Doug." The film crew had suggested one of us refer to him as The Fabulous Fabrizio to "throw him off his game" right before the interview, but we didn't.

Also, neither Number One nor I were interviewed at all. No one knows what they are going to use the footage/photos for, and it's actually funny that we weren't asked to sign any releases. Will that come later? I have no idea. I need to ask someone about that...now that I'm thinking about it.

Film Crew, Take 1

It all began with news of a radio crew for a public radio station coming to the ranch today. I was going to town, so I had to pick up lunch for everyone. I thought, interview, schminterview, we wouldn't be involved. But the radio crew was also bringing a film crew, and they were going to film the branding. We're going to watch the branding! We would be involved! So the next logical question: what to wear??

For a brief moment, I thought Levi's. Boots. Hat? Almost immediately, I decided no. I am not going to be working. I am not a poser. I wear sparkly sandals every day around here (as you may recall). Sparkly sandals with Levi's? No. Capris, obviously, because it is going to be damn hot out there in the corral. But not my usual capris, because we're going to a different corral today, not close to the house. Something more...utilitarian...but compatible with sparkly sandals, of course. (isn't everything compatible with sparkly sandals? Yes.) I decided on my Marc Jacobs khaki capris. You remember, the ones I got for about a dollar in Santa Barbara at the killer consignment store sale? Fashionable without looking fancy or silly.

This is me, for reals, not pretending to be a "cowgirl" because I'm not working today. Sure, I could have "dressed the part" and pulled out my Levi's and boots and my hat, which I'm sure would need stretching yet again because the darn thing doesn't get enough use. But the boys and I are simply going to watch the branding, which we would probably do anyway, regardless of the presence of a film crew. It's going to be a million degrees out there, with no shade to speak of in the corral, so the boys will be wearing long sleeved cowboy shirts for sun protection, but not me. Anyway, I'm not in the mood to play dress up, and pretend. If I were going out on my horse, of course I would wear the outfit mentioned above and not think twice about it. But I'm not.

It will be more interesting with a film crew there, to see how it all goes down, and maybe, just maybe, the boys and I will get a second or two of airtime.

So I will be wearing makeup. Just in case.

And you will get a full report, later tonight. I am going to charge up my camera and put on my makeup before the film crew gets here.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Who Knew?


Who could have ever guessed--after just a few days, these little goats are the sweetest, friendliest, cuddliest pets. Although I was advocating for the names "Chupa" and "Cabra" (get it? Chupacabra? the mythical Mexican blood-sucking creature? It would have been awesome), H-Bomb decided to name the goats Woody and Jessie (from Toy Story, possibly his all-time favorite movie). Woody is the boy, and Jessie is the girl.

Woody and Jessie are sweet little things. They love to eat carrots, peas, arugula, cauliflower, pretzels and the occasional ginger snap. They are snugly. They like to taste your clothing, sparkly sandals, and any strings hanging off your jeans. They love to be loved. They love being scratched behind the ears and horns, and on the neck. They love H-Bomb and Sawed Off.

They are curious about Baby Kittie and the dogs, and like to try out the boys' swing set.

They don't like to be left alone, calling out to you and trying to follow after you when you leave.

And they definitely don't like it when Mia licks them on the nose.