Manspace

While the major work on our home remodel of last summer is complete, a number of small jobs remain. We just got our closet in, and when the weather allows our patio will be poured, we need some new furniture, and we also have to paint. But one job in particular is especially near and dear to me, the creation of my Manspace.

With my previous home office now our dining room, and our teenage daughter now out of the basement and in her new room upstairs with the rest of us, it is the basement which is now mine to claim. It’s a mess at the moment. Last week’s burst water pipe was a setback to progress on my manspace. But I have a vision.

It will have to be a multi-function room serving as a home office, library (for books, dvds and cds), den, pub (w/dartboard), and club. It’s a tall order for any basement with a cold concrete floor, but work has begun. To get the dark club-like feeling I’m after, I’ve painted the ceiling black, while the walls are dark blue with some black mottling texture to them. It’s a sloppy paint job, dark and sloppy. The bookcases are in and already providing a welcome consolidated home for our humble library. Putting them on blocks proved prescient (remember, water pipe burst last week), so for once my preparation for the worst serves me well (remember, hard disk crash last week).

I found a great book for inspiration from the efforts of other men and the special spaces they’ve created, Manspace, A Primal Guide to Marking Your Territory by Sam Martin is full of great garages, home pubs, amazing collection displays, and manly hangouts. And I’m not alone in my desire to create my manspace, as indicated by the below story from last Sunday’s Washington Post.

Stay tuned for progress reports. And don’t think I’m a chauvinist or anything like that, women will be welcome in my manspace… I just have to find the right accessory first 😉

Man, What a Setup
The Washington Post, 2/10/07

Dr. Murray

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I visited my Optomitrist on Friday, and I learned while there that it would be my last appointment with him as he’s retiring in a few months. Looking back in his file on me, we saw my first visit with him was in September 1989 when I was 24 years old. I can still remember the day on the streets of Washington, DC, when I realized I couldn’t read the street sign on the other side of the street and I figured I’d better go see an eye doctor. I’ve been through a bunch of glasses and a few contacts as well in the 18 years since. And now that I’ve got astigmatism in both eyes to go with my near-sightedness, my new pair will be… bi-focals! And over those years, Dr. Murray also put my wife and two of our kids in glasses. Thank-you Dr. Murray, and enjoy your retirement.

TGIF

Sunday, Bears lose
Monday, it’s Monday
Tuesday, Flu rampant in office
Wednesday, frozen pipe bursts, water in basement
Thursday, powerbook hard drive crash, all is lost? Wife barfing.
TGIF

Update: Saturday, doing some minor follow-up clean up to Wednesday’s water and I somehow tweak my back badly. Advil & hot pads in store. Oh yeah, and I confirmed the worst on the hard drive, all is lost. Not my best week ever.

Protecting Our Rights from Ourselves

In 2007, resolve to pay attention, get involved, and speak out. Do not underestimate how much more harm George Bush is capable of inflicting on our country and our Constitution in his remaining two-years in office. And never forget the damage already done.

The 2006 Bill of Wrongs
The Washington Post, Opinion Page, 12/31/06

Santa Drives the Bus

Twice this week, Santa was behind the wheel of the commuter bus that brought me home from work. Thanks Bob, your Christmas spirit is appreciated.

Casey Blog & Babies Today

Wow, you just never know what reach some random blog writings might have. But a few months ago I wrote about the time capsule we buried under our new addition. And a couple of months later I was contacted by a writer working on an article about time capsules for a parenting magazine, and tonight I found the article he produced.

Enjoy.

Preserving Memories with a Family Time Capsule
By Mark Stackpole, Babies Today

Happy Anniversary!

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Today my wife Jennifer and I mark our 19th wedding anniversary. Our life together so far has been better than I ever could have imagined, and I look forward to all that lies ahead in our 20th married year and beyond.

I love you Jennifer!

A New Home for an Old Piano

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We have a new member of the family today, an upright piano that we found on Craig’s list. The price was right. It was offered for free to whomever would come and haul it away. After sharing the link with my piano-playing brother (who advised us to go for it), and visting it with my wife and daughter, we agreed to take it. Wisely, I hired a moving company to pick it up and deliver it, a decision that was well reinforced by watching the effort it took to unload it and get in into our house.

The piano is a ‘Kingsbury’ model upright, manufactured by the Chicago Cable Company. Based on its serial number, it’s likely this piano was built between 1905 and 1910. It needs some work. Several of the keys are missing their ivory, and it needs to be tuned. A bottle of furniture polish will go a long way to reveal some beautuiful wood. And we’ll need to find a matching bench or stool.

I’ve been promising my wife a piano for years, and with our addition in the works, we will soon have the room needed to accomodate it. We always had a piano in my home growing up, and so did my wife. So it feels right having one. And I’m intrigued by its age. How many owners has this particular piano had in its 100 years? How many parties have gathered around it? How many players have pounded its keys?

Then again, I’m apprehensive. I’m not raising any little Mozart’s here. Will I be able to bear the “music”? I worry this may join ‘keeping one of the kittens’ as a decision I will regret. Time will tell.

Greetings from Margaritaville

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We scored some unexpected tickets to Jimmy Buffett tonight. Life is good.

Find-A-Grave

findagrave.jpgFor me, one of the most satisfying parts of my hobby of exploring family history is finding and visiting the burial sites of my relatives. And I have a growing album of photos from such visits. While these visits sometimes can provide new information, more importantly they give me a sense of connection and satisfaction. Regardless of anyone’s individual beliefs in an afterlife, I know that one sure way to live on after death is in the memories of others. And I like that.

As nice as these cemetery visits are, it’s not always possible to make them. And that’s where a great site for Genealogists and Graveyard enthusiasts can be a big help. Find-A-Grave is a virtual cemetery in which information matching burials in real world cemeteries. For example, you can find information about my brother Sean, and my Great Grandmother Myrtle on the site.

One feature that’s available on Find-A-Grave is to request a photo. If there is a burial for which you’re interested in seeing a headstone photo, you can submit your request on the site. The request will be sent to registered users who have agreed to be photo volunteers that live near that cemetery. I have submitted a few such requests, but to earn the favor, I wanted to do the same for someone else. And I recently got the opportunity when a request to visit Hardens Hill Cemetery and photograph a particular headstone arrived in my email.

Thanks to the Google Map that showed the location, it was easy to find our way to Harden’s Hill Cemetery, unexpectedly nestled in some woods at the end of a cul-de-sac in a development just minutes from our home. My daughter Colleen joined me on the hunt, and we quickly found our subject, Theodore Reid. I took a bunch of photos, and added all of them to the appropriate internments on Find-A-Grave. The oldest burial we spotted at Harden’s Hill was in 1905, the most recent in 2005. And by the flowers all about, it was obvious this is not a forgotten cemetery. But even when there’s not human visitors, we learned that there are others keeping watch.

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