I'm getting more comfortable with the smell of the exposed skeleton of the house.
Over the years of living here, we'd do little things here and there, and a certain scent would be noticeable. It was kind of an old house smell, maybe some old paint smell mixed in. But it wasn't a musty odor... just kind of an old smell, like when you start to expose things, be it bare wood, pulling off old pieces of baseboard and the like.
When they gutted the place, the scent was really apparent. After a few days or weeks, the smell started to diminish, especially as they carted away a lot of the old wood.
Some framing, using new lumber, is already being done, and that has a distinct smell to it too. Smells like the lumber department at Home Depot, or maybe fresh sawdust. There is also some shear wall being installed, using OSB board. That, too, has a distinct odor, especially as it's being cut to size.
Over the last few weeks, I hadn't caught a whiff of the old smell, but this weekend, as it rained pretty steadily all day Saturday, and everything got a good dousing, the smell of the old began to be very noticeable again.
I've always had the notion that my sense of smell is more acute than the average bear. I can sometimes pick up the scent of other people and even associate the scent with the person. Now I'm wondering if this old smell is the scent of our individual house, developed over the 55+ years it's been existence. No way to really tell unless I had the chance to visit another house in the neighborhood that's similarly exposed. If it, too, has the same kind of scent, then I'd attribute it next to our specific development, sort of a group of structures that are part of the same family, even maybe having their raw materials come from the same place, the same forest, the same grove, the same old growth redwood grove.
Yep, we're seeing a bunch of old growth redwood used as building materials in this place. Absolutely irreplaceable.
I'm really happy that we decided not to take a stupid chance and not prepare for possible wet weather that the forecasts had been warning about for the last couple of days.
The General and his crew showed up with some really big blue tarps and draped them over the old bedrooms part of the house. We also threw some tarps over stuff that's sitting in the middle of the back yard, and secured them with bungee cords.
Last night, around midnight, I was awakened by the sound of drops on the tarps. They kept going for about thirty minutes, then settled down, only to restart again, heavier this time, within another ten minutes.
I was finally able to get to bed after about a ninety minute break from sleep, and in the morning, it was still raining. Let's see, what hadn't we covered? My air compressor, the rototiller, my and Rita's MTBs, and my killer work bench, to name a few.
Well, they got wet. Soaked. But they'll dry. And I still am not expecting much more rain til about January. Those are still my famous last words, and I'm sticking to them.
The past few months have been interesting. She's starting to flex her 'control freak' mussels. Time Outs stopped working. I guess she had been getting so many that they were just diluted and didn't mean anything to her.
So, I had to change my strategy. I stopped saying "TIME OUT". Instead, I say. I think you should sit down for awhile, just until you feel better. I found that 3 minutes was not enough time to fix the behavior. So, she's been more willing to sit down by herself. Sometimes it's 5 mins up to 45 mins. Then when she calms down, she comes to me and says " mama, I feel better".. then we can talk about what happened. This has been working well. I found that trying to talk to a screaming 3 year old is very similar to reasoning with a drunk guy. Best to wait til they sober up to make your point.
Also, She's been giving me a lot of resistance. When I ask her to do simple things like, get dressed, brush her teeth, eat dinner.... the list goes on and on... Her auto response is "no" or she pulls away from me. Instead of getting mad at her. I started taking her toys and putting them away. I take the toy of the day, the one she's interested in at the time. If she wants it back she has to comply with what I'm asking her to do. We've gotten to where I only have to take 2 or so toys to get my point across.
Choices.. we have been giving her choices; this has been good and bad. Many times it's fine but then she has a problem with sticking to the choice she made. Mostly over food.
The one that's most effective is.. Do you want to do it the Hard way? or the Easy way? she always chooses the easy way.
On a positive note.. she's started doing a little math. She's found a Disney Princess Math Workbook, and now she wants to do all the pages. We've been working in that book for a couple of weeks and she loves it. She now has the skills to work in other books we have. If Disney can inspire RGJ to do math, I'm all for it!
Reading has slowed down. She does have the basic concept but I think she feels it's too much trouble to sound everything out. She is able to write all her letters in capitals letters. She's having trouble with the lowercase letters. Clearly we need to work on that next.
Sharing... this has been a work in progress. I think only child syndrome is taking her over. She just doesn't want to share HER toys with anyone. I am actively searching for a way to inspire her to share. I don't think being in the camper is helping at all. She's become more territorial with her things. We don't host as many play dates and I think she's getting out of practice. When we go to someone else's house she shares just fine. They are someone else's toys... Not a problem.
Well, It appears that my sweet child is saying what people are thinking. Ugh.
July 2007- During our trip to Seattle we went to breakfast at iHOP. Apparently there is a large community of "Little People" living there. Well, on our way to the restroom, Penny comes eye to eye with a 40 year old "Little Person".. she nearly breaks her neck staring at her as we walk by. Then really loud she says " mama, who's that little grandma".. OMG
September 2007- This was a busy weekend for Penny . We joined Rob on a Business Trip to Lake Tahoe. He had a seminar at Granlibakken Resort. Well. The second day we were there we walked through the registration area and Penny wanted a name badge like everyone else. So we stopped at the counter and ask for one. The person that helped us was a "Little Person" I immediately new what was going to happen, so.. I braced myself. Then like clockwork Penny says "are you little?" The woman said "why, yes I am" the Rebecca goes on to say.. 'Hey mama, she's little!", "I see her little arms." The woman was very nice about it. I had to have another chat with her about how people are different.
Later that same weekend Penny and I went to breakfast. We purposely went to the dining room later so all the people would be gone. Ya know how some women look more masculine than others?.. well there was a woman that had a very manly appearance about her. So, what does my kid do? She points and says "mama, look.. is that a lady or a man? Mama, look at her, Mama Look at her" still pointing and trying to turn my head with her other hand.
We were up at Tahoe last weekend, there was a conference I was attending near Tahoe City. We scooted up there a couple days early since we love the area.
This past Saturday morning, I realized I had brought my running gear with me, so decided to go for a run. There's a trail that runs right by the cabin we were staying at. Leads to a regional park with lots of off road trails. Now Tahoe is at about 6200 feet or so, enough of an elevation to make it harder to run. This is one of the main reasons I tend not to run up there, get too far out of breath too soon.
But this day was so beautiful that I couldn't pass it up. Decided to see how it would go. Turns out that I ran for a good 40 minutes, on the paved trail as well as some off road, with decent up- (and down-) hill stretches. It was another one of those days where it was just a great run.