Came home to this tonight.
Monday, August 24, 2026
I *Love* Sprinklers
Came home to this tonight.
Tuesday, August 18, 2026
Another Little Project Done
Michelle painted the stairwell and the stair rail last year. Just got the rail back up today. And I did *not* use drywall screws to fasten it to the wall, thankyouverymuch.
I did this scientifically, since she puttied over the holes in the drywall as she painted. I measured the basement rail height, figured out which end of the rail went where, and then with the assistance of Isaac, busily preparing to depart for the MTC today, got the rail put up and back into the actual studs.
That's one of those things you do when you're taking a much-needed day off work for a trip to Utah but need to burn off some nervous energy before the trip begins.
Sunday, August 9, 2026
Farewell
Nearly 30 years before I was born, President Spencer W. Kimball taught “God does notice us, and he watches over us. But it is usually through another person that he meets our needs. Therefore, it is vital that we serve each other in the kingdom” (December 1974 Ensign “Small Acts of Service”). The more I’ve thought about that statement, the more I’ve started to realize something. As the Lord gives us the opportunity to serve, the people we serve aren’t alone in receiving his blessings, he is blessing us too. Upon reflecting on the opportunities the Lord has given me to serve, I have quickly recognized the way each one has strengthened my testimony and brought me that much closer to Jesus Christ.
Friday, August 7, 2026
I'm not A Very Good Artist
Sunday, July 26, 2026
Mortgage Going Down
Friday, July 24, 2026
One Last Log
Today, and thanks in part to a random Amazon driver who had some advice on log-splitting, I got down to just one more massive log to split. And at this point, I'm not sure I'm going to cut it up. Oh, I probably will, but I'm feeling pretty tired at the moment.
I still have a lot of work to do to make this area more presentable, clearly. But getting the firewood out of the way is a big step and should make the rest of the work easier to accomplish.
Saturday, July 18, 2026
Rail 2.0
So the rail I built a few weeks ago worked. But not 100 percent. It was at an OK height from the concrete, but when we were using the stairs, it felt a bit short.
So this morning I rebuilt it, raised it a foot, and it's a lot better now.
I might add a third rail at the bottom, but I'm not sure if I'm going to do that yet.
Daisy tested it out and, like the first iteration, is completely indifferent to it.
Friday, July 17, 2026
I'm Not Sure But I Think This Sucks
From Butt-Head's "I'm not sure but I think this sucks" department:
A year ago, we had a pine tree in this spot, but we had it cut down because it was huge and dropping sap everywhere and covering a third of the neighbors' driveway (let this be a lesson to not only recycle more frequently but also to plant new trees further from the property line).
Many years before I placed an attractive array of river rock neath the tree, spreading out in fanciful swirly patterns.
Nature, favoring entropy, used the pine tree to cover said swirls with inch upon inch of pine tree debris, which I am now sorting through to rediscover the rocks so they can be cleaned and reclaim their former glory around the stump of she who covered them o'er.
I've done two hours of this today and only reclaimed two buckets of rocks
This is going to take forever.
Since I have to redo everything anyway, I'm thinking of changing things. But it's going to take a lot of work. Once I've got the rocks cleared out, I have to finish chopping up the rest of the logs and removing some roots that were interfering with the original project more than a decade ago.
Thursday, July 9, 2026
Who's Suing Me?
Someone attached a sheaf of papers to our front door this morning. The wind keeps catching them and our Ring camera picks up the motion. I've had like a hundred notifications today on my phone.
Turns out it was a notice from the city on a delayed chip seal project in the neighborhood.
My Facebook friends, of course, are feeding my paranoid nature.
Friday, June 26, 2026
Porch Rail
When I rebuilt the porch steps a few years ago, I pondered whether I should build a rail. I decided at the time a rail wasn't necessary, though a few people suggested I might want one in the future.
Well, today was the day.
This is mainly in place so when Michelle's Dad comes to let the dogs out when we're gone he has a rail to help get him up and down the stairs. Fair enough; he's approaching 90 and is still mobile, so we should do what we can to keep that mobility going as much as possible.
I used some redwood I had left over from the steps project, but had to go to Ace Hardware to buy $30 worth of fasteners. Eight carriage bolts at just shy of $3 each; not cheap.
And I managed the typical flaw -- one of the nuts I brought home was a fine-thread out of the course-thread bin and wouldn't work with the carriage bolts I had. But luckily enough I found a nut that would work in the garage, so I didn't have to go to the store again.
It does make it a little bit harder for Dottie to go exploring - and pooping - under the stairs, so maybe that's a good thing.
It's sturdier than I dared hope. Behold, as my meaty hand and pimply voice demonstrate:
Monday, June 22, 2026
Critter No More
Critter in the craft room window well tonight. Whether a mole or a vole or a mouse, I can't tell.
Or at least it was. We put in some ramps to see if it would climb out, then thought better of it and started to get a bucket trap set up, but then I saw where he was - I was already in the well - so I stomped him flat.
I'm sorry, little critter. I deliberately took a life, and I feel like an ogre. But maybe that's better than dying - drowning, really - in the bucket trap.
I'm going to bed now. And then probably to hell.
Saturday, June 20, 2026
Anything Fun?
My sister came over yesterday so she could print some stuff for her teaching job, and afterward we chatted for a bit. We got to talking, of course, about the fact that most of my family is in Island Park at scout camp, finishing up staff week and preparing for scouts to come in a few weeks.
That talk included her asking what I'd been up to, and I went through the ordinary litany of weekend chores, which this weekend included fixing a leak in the sprinkler system, trimming and burning branches from a few trees, and weeding the raspberries.
She asked the question: So, are you doing anything for you, for fun?
Honestly, I didn't have an answer.
I realized I've turned into Dad. The chores were actually pretty entertaining.
As of now, I've got most of the raspberries done -- I'm running the sprinklers for an hour to give them some water and to soften the ground up where I've got a patch of thistles growing.
I can run the water because I fixed the sprinkler system leak -- it feeds a spigot we use in the garden for watering.
And while I don't have all the tree branches trimmed, I have cut up and torched all of the branches I've felled along with all the old raspberry canes Michelle yoinked out of the garden a few weeks ago.
I have been taking breaks, intermittently working on a lesson for Sunday School tomorrow, and watching a little YouTube and playing a few games. Altogether, a relaxing and productive weekend, which is always good.
Yes, it's work. But it's work I want to do, and work I regard as valuable, So it's relaxing and important to see it done.
Saturday, May 30, 2026
GET THE ARK
I mentioned earlier we've gotten a bit of rain today as I struggle to get the camper ready before Michelle takes it to camp next week.
The 1.29 inches of rain that have fallen today have certainly given the roof a test, and as far as I can tell, no leaks.
When it rains like this, parts of the neighborhood flood. This video shows Matchpoint drive just a block or two south from where we live. We usually get floods on just one side of the road, but we've had enough rain today that the two puddles joined, overwhelmed the sidewalks and started creeping up the driveways of a few of the houses. It's kind of a mess.
Update: 1.39 inches of rain.
Saturday, May 9, 2026
Declampetting
Matchpoint Drive residents will be glad to know we declampetted our front porch. The broken-down toilets are finally gone.
Neighbors have indeed chimed in:
Isaac, looking for things to do as he waits for the mission call, split up a ton of the wood we have left in the front yard from the pine tree, probably almost half of what's left, so the yard is looking excessively bare tonight.
Friday, March 6, 2026
The Sock
Allow me to introduce The Sock.
It arrived sometime in the recent past under mysterious circumstances. I say mysterious because no one who lives here will claim The Sock as their own. Yet it still shows up in the laundry and after everyone has claimed their clean clothes, The Sock remains on the table, abandoned and forlorn, until someone gets tired of seeing it and deposits it in someone else's bedroom, only for it to resurface again in the laundry a few days later.
So if you need a sock, let me know and I'll happily mail The Sock to you. You'll have to pay postage to get it back if it shows up again in our laundry, though.
Tuesday, February 3, 2026
New Light. Big Difference.
We've had for a long time in the basement hallway a really ugly-looking light fixture attached to the wall.
Friday, January 16, 2026
[Inserts Carnation into Shop Coat Lapel so I Don't Look too Industrial]
The washer's new door switch is in.
And while I'm grateful for the YouTube video I found showing me how to do this repair, I had to laugh at the pristine, not crowded at all room in which they demonstrated the repair. It's nothing like the cramped, dark laundry rooms of yore.
I had to enlist help in getting the washer base moved over the top of the washer so I could look for one of the brass retaining clips I clumsily dropped when I popped it out, and there was no way it was going to go back on properly without someone doing the lugging while I lay on the gritty floor making sure everything was aligned correctly.
Anyway, here's the video:
Friday, November 7, 2025
NIMBY Grousing
So there's some growth around here lately.
Many running for ze pooblic office in Idaho Falls are griping about "all the apartments" being built. They don't like them. They want, like the Tolkien's elves, for everything to remain static.
Me? I kinda like coming into town from the south and seeing these apartment buildings near the freeway, rather than the empty fields that have been there since I was a kid (There are three hotels going up in the area too. Neat.)
There's a loud group of people locally who don't want more people coming here. Oh, they want more places to eat and shop and do things, but they don't want more people -- you know, the catalyst that brings more places to eat and shop and do things.
I'm tired of it.
I posted this on a local site, and I stand by it. They were griping about the "lack of planning."
You do know that earlier this year Bonneville County suggested laying groundwork for an expressway south of town. Residents out there went totally bonkers and the county backed down, or at least radically scaled back the vision. A big part of the problem planners face are NIMBYs who want planning to occur unless it happens to impact them.
And yes, I do know there are impacts. Take a gander at Hitt Road between Iona Road and the Yellowstone Highway. The house I grew up in used to be there. It's gone now. That's part of the price we have to pay for growth, and there aren't a lot of people around here willing to pay the price.
Here's that plan. And out of it we're not going to get the groundwork for an expressway (like they're griping about) but another imitation of Sunnyside Road, which they're also griping about.
Same thing at I-15 and US-20. Idaho Transportation Department has a plan to relocate that junction and really get rid of a nasty bottleneck in town -- but when they held an open house, the preferred option was "Do nothing!" because it was going to disrupt the stasis, the static situation the local elves want to preserve.
Upcoming in Ammon: A proposal to convert some fields on the edge of town into a commercial area and room for 1,200 houses. People in an uproar because they don't want the field by their house to be filled with houses. The only way to prevent that is to BUY THE DAMN FIELD, but they'd rather usurp the rights of others to preserve stasis.
Whatabouttaxes and whatabout roads and whatabout schools? Yeah, that's a pickle. But new residents and new businesses bring in new tax revenue to pay for all those whatabouts.
Chore List Update
Friday, October 31, 2025
Even More Wood Chopping
I did, of course, run into more trouble. I ended up driving both of these wedges into the wood and had to bash the bottom of the log with another wedge before everything finally fell apart. Not visible in the picture: The *fourth* wedge buried in the front of the nearest log.

































