I Am A Tree

a hobo's song

A year ago, today, Kim and I closed on The House on a Hill, the first home we’ve ever owned (or, as Kim puts it, QuickenLoans owns). It’s still rather surreal to me, a year later, that we actually bought a house, and that I love being a homeowner as much as I do. I’d been a renter since 1985 and never in a thousand years thought I’d find myself in the place I now find myself.

It’s been a fast year, too. All the travel I did last year meant it was suddenly Labor Day, and then Thanksgiving before I knew it. As such, I didn’t feel completely connected with the house until some time in the late autumn. And then it hit me how much I truly love this house.

Somewhat of a surprise to me was that I enjoy working on the yard so much. When was a kid, I hated cutting the grass. So much so, I’d do anything I could to get out of it. Bob C. was right when he told me that everything changes when it’s your own house. I find it incredibly relaxing and therapeutic.

A year into this, we’ve seen what can happen — Kim weathered Sandy alone (with a little help from Koreen and Barbara) while I was in Chicago, and we had some snow storms, but all in all, it’s been great. Yeah, it’s scary that we’re on the hook for so much money, but it’s so worth it. We’ve adjusted plans over the year, too, about what we want to do moving forward. The deck, which we both love and was a strong selling point of the house, is actually something we’re thinking about tearing down in the future. We’ll build a patio further back in the shade so we can use the sunny deck area for gardens. But that’s in the future.

For now, I’m content just owning this beautiful house with the love of my life. It really doesn’t get better than that, does it? Life is good.

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Lately I’ve put more and more thought into the railroad I want to build in the basement. We have some work to do down there before I begin with the physical side of the railroad, so for now I’m exploring a bunch of things that hopefully will evolve into a final plan.

Following the axiom of model what you know, my plan is to roughly base my railroad on the local railroad scene in North Jersey. Originally, I was thinking modern diesel, since that’s what I can easily find just a half mile away from the house, but I think I’m going to go either late steam/early diesel, or turn-of-the-century steam. I’m going to model either the New York, Susquehanna and Western Railway, since it was (and is) a big player in the area, or the old Central Railroad of New Jersey, and if I go late 50s, I can use Budd Rail Diesel Cars to mimic passenger service on top of the freight.

I may go Lehigh Valley Railroad, too, since I could model some really cool yards/car ferry service across the Hudson to NYC. It would also allow me to model the Black Diamond passenger train as either the 4-6-2 Pacific steam engine version or the PA-1 diesel.

The current plan is to go n-scale, on a hollow core door. 30″ by 80″ is the most I can muster, which is fine — that’s a lot of railroad I can build, given the scale. Most likely it’ll be some oval configuration for continuous running of trains along the perimeter with yard and industrial parts taking over the rest. I’m also going to drop the cash and go DCC for power/control. It just makes sense.

After years of talking, I’m actually looking at doing this. Not immediately, but it’s no longer just a dream. Someday is approaching!

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Wednesday’s Big Picture #3

I was having a conversation with Tim from Kalyr about cover songs, and their appropriateness in concerts and decided to bring it over to the blog.

Being a fan of the jam scene and many of the bands in it — particularly Railroad Earth — it’s fairly common for those bands to play covers at shows. It’s part of the charm, especially when it’s a song the band only plays once or twice every few years. Other times, it’s become part of the band’s catalog — Acadian Driftwood for Railroad springs to mind — and that’s also okay. I actually look forward to new covers by Railroad, to see where their collective head is at.

But I have a particular instance in my mind about a band that was huge — arguably one of the biggest in the world when they did this — that really angered me. Back in ’83, Genesis began playing Satisfaction by the Stones as a section within Turn It On Again. Now, it might be partly because I just don’t like the Stones. I get that. But to play even a snippet of that in lieu of anything from their own catalog — which they were willfully ignoring by this point I might add — really just pissed me off. It was the last straw for me when it came to seeing them live. Never again, I declared, and stuck to it. Sure, if Peter and Steve reunited with them again, I’d gladly go see them, but that isn’t happening.

Having grown to love bands doing the occasional cover, it’s odd (and humorous) to me that to this day I still have such a visceral reaction to what Genesis was doing. Obviously, it’s more because I was lamenting the loss of anything remotely good coming from the band by this point.

But really, the Stones? Shenanigans. I blame Phil.

Tonight we have Todd Sheaffer and Friends out in Stanhope. Tomorrow is Working on the Yard Day, and then we’ve been invited to Queens to pick up some beer that Mark and Kim got us in Vermont. We’ll be eating some burgers in their amazing backyard, too. They’re supers for an apartment building, and the backyard is enormous — bigger than our property, perhaps by twice as much. The amount of work they’ve done in it is just boggling.

And then it’s Game of Thrones at 9 PM, with the episode that Martin wrote.

Busy!

I make no secret of having an active imagination. If anything, it’s often overactive, which leads to my focusing like a laser on things that interest me to the detriment of a lot of other, more important things. One aspect of having such a fertile mind comes to the fore when I see really old photographs. My gaze lingers on every item there, particularly the people. I look at them and try to imagine them going through their lives.

This picture is a perfect example of that.

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I see these people walking in Paris in 1900, and I wonder about who they were, what their dreams might have been, and then even further, I realize it’s doubtful anyone in that picture is still alive, one hundred and thirteen years later. The clarity of the photo is remarkable, a century later, and I can’t help but get lost in it.

It’s a quirk of mine I gladly recognize.

 

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Wednesday’s Big Picture #2

Ray Harryhausen died today.

The world lost one of its true cinematic visionaries, whose career was filled with special effects romps through mythology and fairy tales. When I was a kid, barely a month passed without one of his movies playing on the afternoon or weekend movies on the local channels. His ground-breaking use of stop-motion animation was the pinnacle of Fifties and Sixties special effects, and I always thrilled to watch Sinbad fight the skeleton warrior in The 7th Voyage of Sinbad. All I knew about the Arabian Nights until I was much older came directly from Ray’s movies.

His other movies are landmarks as well: Mighty Joe Young (he worked on effects for it), Earth vs. The Flying Saucers, Mysterious Island, and The Three Worlds of Gulliver all had strong impacts on my impressionable younger self. His last real movie, the original Clash of the Titans, was both cheesy and incredible, given that the effects technology he used was becoming antiquated thanks to modern model work and, eventually, computers. There was a charm to his work; it wasn’t easy making movies with stop-motion technology and the passion he had for his subjects always came through.

Rest in Peace, Ray — you inspired me and countless more with your flights of fancy.

The new music exploration continues at full speed, courtesy of Spotify and the Thursday Night is Music Night page over on Facebook.

I picked up Yearling by The Parson Red Heads on Saturday and proceeded to play it on loop for about three hours while we worked outside in the garden. A nice blend of The Byrds and Tom Petty, I strongly recommend getting the deluxe version, which wraps the EP Murmurations into the Yearling package. This is a band to keep an eye on.

I gave singer/songwriter Sera Cahoone a spin as well thanks to Jamie Field of the band Mermaid Kiss (more on them another time). The album is Deer Creek Canyon and it’s a wonderful album, full of acoustic guitar and pedal steel that pulls at your soul. This is also on the soon-to-purchase list. She has three albums out, it looks like, with this one from last year.

Lastly, there’s The Staves, with their album Dead & Born & Grown. A trio of sisters, they are everything that’s good about folk rock. Their three-part harmonies are simply wonderful.

With the one year anniversary of the purchase of The House on a Hill coming on the 18th (and the move on the 29th), it’s been rather remarkable that I’ve made it this far without doing some sort of damage to myself. I’m new to this home-owning thing, right? I should be hurting myself all the time.

Point is, I haven’t. Kim did a number on one of her pinky-fingers back in the Autumn when she was wearing a gardening glove and it got smashed between panels of the closing garage door. It took months before that was completely healed. Aside from minor toe-stubbing, though, I escaped damaging myself.

Until this past Saturday.

After picking up some comics at the Free Comic Book Day at A&S Comics in Teaneck (walking distance for me), we watched the Rangers lose in overtime to the much-better Capitals, and then went outside to work on the garden. Kim wanted to start using the third box we built last month, so we partly sowed it with seed and began building our Varmint Protection Barrier (TM) out of pine stakes and a mix of metal and plastic fencing. Things were going well enough as I was pounding the stakes into the ground with a hammer when the local nature spirits decided it was time I paid the price of home owning.

I don’t quite know how it happened — well, I do, obviously —  but suddenly I was feeling an awful lot of pain as the hammer smashed into my left hand. It thankfully missed the main knuckle, but it hurt like hell. My fingers were fine, my knuckle was fine, but I really hurt the hand itself — probably some of the bones and tendons, etc, in that area. It swelled up and it hasn’t gone down much since. The knuckle, itself, looks much worse, but there’s absolutely no pain or swelling around its immediate area; that’s all above it on the hand proper.

You can sort of seeing the knuckle discoloration here, but I don’t think the swelling is that evident — it’s in the red circle. It does hurt a bit, though, even with ibuprofen.

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I’ve used hammers a lot in my life — I’m not afraid of them, so having something like this happen to me is just silly. If it had been a power tool or something, I could see that possibly being problematic, but a hammer?

Yeesh.