Saturday, June 12, 2010

Go Fly a Kite


I love this kite. My sister gave it to me for Christmas twenty some years ago. It is hand batik, made by an artist known to my sister's friend. Someone named Sarah who sold them on the craft circuit for a while. It is signed and marked 3/10 meaning #3 in a lot of 10, not dated March year 10. For many years it hung on our wall as art when not in use.

Today was a good day for it, a steady wind around 8 mph. Not too much like last weekend. A very stable kite that goes up easy and meanders back and forth. When the wind stalls it does not dive but kind of floats, waffling, till it's picked up again.

The next time someone tells me to go fly a kite I can say I just did that.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Sunday Chimes


I admired these big chimes for a long time before I bought one. I loved the sound but love the silence too and wondered if I'd regret the purchase. Would it be too much, displacing bird song and crickets, and all the other sounds that grace our place?

But it turns out it takes quite a bit of wind to get them going and the wind it takes makes enough noise in the trees that the subtle sounds are lost to that anyway. The chimes may be silent for a week or more.

This Sunday as the wind blew most the day it sounds like church around here, the ringing gong, the rustling leaves wave upon wave of applause.

Will the congregation please rise?

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

WTF

This is among a small group of pieces at the Walter Museum in Baltimore in a room labeled Ancient Americas. It is dated 200 BC from what is now Mexico. This and several others of similar origin were a notable contrast in that they were lighthearted and playful. I imagined human beings 2000 years ago laughing and smiling, maybe telling a joke or funny story.

We are so smart now. Our minds are filled with facts and figures and all the how-to-dos and our time with doing, doing, doing. Our phenomenal machinery makes waste the world it strives to conquer.

Have we learned anything? Do we know anything more than our ancient ancestors? Are we looking in the right places? Are we asking the right questions?

Sunday, May 2, 2010

You made your bed ...

..now lie in it.

For a long time I have thought I would make a new bed frame. The first one I made of construction lumber and plywood over 35 years ago. It served us well through a foam mattress and then a futon. When the futon became two valleys the frame was discarded with the mattress. Since then it has been box springs raised off the floor with a generic steel frame, no foot or head board to speak of.

Now, as we look once again to improve our sleeping surface, I thought I would finally get to this project. But as I started I couldn't get excited about any particular design. I discarded the one I thought I would do that was based on the trim and built in cabinets in the room. I looked around for inspiration, Greene and Greene, Shaker, bent lamination with spindles, craftsman style.  There is some beautiful work out there but nothing clicked. I suppose it's because half the fun for me is thinking something up.

I knew I had some big 8/4 cherry boards in my stash that would be nice to showcase in some way. Hey, here's an idea. How 'bout just a big board floating in space, no bedposts or anything. Minimalist headboard. Nothing more, nothing less. That'd be cool wooden it? Now I'm getting excited.

There are some good reasons for bedposts. You can hang your hat on 'em. You can put notches in them if you keep score. (OK, that's not a good reason). And they give structural integrity to the foot and head boards. Wood has great strength across the grain and tremendous bearing weight on its ends. It's what trees are good at: stand up tall and bend and sway but do not break. But wood splits along the grain, or lengthwise, more easily, as we witness in trees struck by lightning or damaged by ice storms. Bedposts support the weight of the bed and it's occupants on 4 small points and provide cross grain strength to what might otherwise be a flimsy headboard.

So eliminating them from my headboard presents a design problem. Or maybe not. It may have been strong enough with these heavy boards without all this fuss but the diagram below shows what I thought were potential places of weakness and how I dealt with it.

Stress A is simply where there is the greatest leverage. I thought two near comatose bodies sucking up java leaning back against 30" of unsupported boards would exert a lot of force at this point. I re-enforced this by edge drilling a 5/8" hole through all three boards and inserting 2 steel rods.

(Click image to enlarge.)
The top board is supported by 3 short 5/8" rods. (Sorry, no magic. But it looks like it's floating doesn't it?) I thought the back side of the holes(Stress B), less than a half inch of material, might bust out. To strengthen this I first ripped a 1/4" thick strip from the top board and set it aside. I inlaid 1/8" steel plates at each hole and then glued the strip back in place to hide them. This also covered the holes for the long rods.

Our new sleeping surface is this memory foam stuff that has gotten a lot of hype. I recently heard some very negative reports regarding these mattresses. We had slept on it several times and liked it. I surveyed friends who have had them for years and finally decided to give it a try. Some say that because they are so expensive owners convince themselves that they're comfortable whether it's true or not. Well that's certainly what I plan to do.

One last thing, the long rails of this bed.  I marked a board I thought would be good for two matched bed rails  probably 10 years ago, passing over using it in who knows how many other projects. And now here it is doing what it was destined to do. My peers and I, we are getting a longer view. It's OK if it doesn't happen right away, that doesn't mean it won't happen. It might happen later.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Fresh Start

I think spring means this to many folks even if they are not gardeners.

The garden is mostly Margy's project but I help out when needed. After she spread some nice mushroom compost and cleared the way I got out the old tiller and worked it over.

Some tools last a long time. This tiller was purchased by Margy's Dad in 1974 for $418. It came to us when they moved from their long time residence to our town in 1989. We use it twice a year, spring and fall. Each spring we roll it out of the shed and it doesn't want to start, just like today. We put in fresh gas and clean the plug and yank away with no luck and then we have to take off the pull cord cover and take out the mouse nest and repair the wires to the magneto. This year the nest is occupied. Mom gives a scared look and takes off down the tiller with five little ones clinging to her teats for dear life. With a little coaxing they make it to safety under a bush. Sure enough they chewed the wires again. A quick repair and the old girl fires right up.

We've been working this spot for a long time now.  Walking alongside the tiller I feel like I'm walking on a chocolate cake.

first greens in the cold frame...

first asparagus...

fall planting of garlic...

And so we start again. Last year tomato blight put a hurtin' on a big reason for doing the garden. Here's hoping for some big juicy ones this season.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Lamp Farm

This Lamp Farm at Penn State University is designed to use all the power generated by Pennsylvania's Wind Farms.