Early Apartment White Banished

Yea, we live in a house, renting.  You know what that means:  White walls and ceilings throughout.  And the lease states "blah, blah, white walls, blah, blah".  Gets boring and monotonous  But, what can you do?

After having our flat screen TV on it's pedestal for 6 months, sitting on top of the "entertainment center", the thought that if an earthquake hits, the TV will become "Art on the Floor" so I ordered a wall mount kit for it and chose this weekend to mount it. You must know that behind the entertainment center is about a thousand cords for Vontage phone, network and TV for the entire house.  Also gently jammed with the cords are the router, network switch, outdoor antennae amp, 3 of those surge protector extension cord things and the Vontage phone box.  A real spaghetti nightmare neatly stuffed out of sight.  That would have to be dealt with, too.  Charlene was recovering from back-to-back 12 shifts and woke up with only 5 hours sleep.  I had pulled the entertainment center about 4 feet away from the wall to work on the TV mount and told her what I was doing.  As I moved cables, boxes and surge protectors away from the wall, I noticed how yucky the wall looked.  Charlene was waking up (sort of) with a cup of excellent Keurig coffee as I turned to her and said, "Hey, wanna paint the wall while I got this stuff pulled away?".  Her first comment was, "Yea, but we can't do that.  The landlord would freak out".  I told her if they had any concerns, we would paint the wall "early apartment white" again when we moved.  Yes, in my mind, that's a real, live color - seen it for years.  Seemed to brighten her up immediately.

Within an hour, we were at Lowes, picking out paint sample chips colors.  I saw one of those "House Beautiful" photos on display with a shade of red that was very pretty.  I pointed it out and Charlene went for those shades in the display racks.  After a half an hours of searching, she picked out Cinnabar Red.  "Honey, what's a Cinnabar?", I ask.  Being a professional painter for decades and an artist, she put it simply, "It's a color that Chinese use when doing their paintings".  Makes sense and I sort of recognized it.  Our first intention was to take the sample chip home and hold it on the wall and check it out.  We both really liked it and decided to just buy it on the spot.  She said we'd need primer, too.  We took the paint chip to the guy at the paint desk and told him what we wanted.  He suggested a "battleship gray" primer to enhance the true color and Charlene agreed.  I didn't know house paint had different colors of primer, especially the color gray I've used as auto primer.  Huh, learned something new.  We got some additional support goodies like new paint tray, roller, brush and painter's tape.  I got a couple of things I thought I might need to put the TV mount up (remember the TV mount that started this all?).  As we were at the register, we were informed that with our receipt, the Chipotle Grill across the parking lot was offering a "buy one Burrito, get one free".

Both of us were kind of hungry so we headed over to Chipotle.  We've never been there so we really didn't know what to expect.  We found out real quick.  The biggest (had to be a couple of pounds) and best true Mexican Burrito we've ever had.  They build it to order and we loaded it up - shredded spicy beef, cheese, black beans, lettuce, salsa and gobs of other stuff I can't remember.  OH.....MY.....GOD!  Just the best in the whole world, I swear.  We could barely eat half, taking the rest with us for dinner later.

Arriving home, Charlene begins prep work, dragging out her commercial drop cloths and assorted painter-person stuff.  Me?  I begin the wall mount thing.  Got the level, tape measure, pencil and drill.  Instructions have been read and re-read, so I begin.  After a half an hour, I drill the holes and secure the mount with lag bolts.  It looks slightly unlevel but the bubble on the level shows it's dead on.  I temporarily hang the TV and put the level on top - dead on.  Charlene likes it but says it might be slightly unlevel.  I make her look at the level and she's happy.  I take everything down so she can paint.  She begins......click on the pictures for the full size, then use your browser's "Back" button to return here...........

She's already sanded the wall, spackled and taped it and is sweeping up "debris".  Next comes the weird battleship gray primer.

Next, the first of two finish coats, Cinnabar Red.  A gorgeous color....

and then, the final coat.........

I hate looking at wet paint, trying to figure out what it's really gonna look like when it's dry.

I spent spent about three hours sorting cords, cables and such making sense and beauty out of the mess behind the entertainment center.  Several more trips to Lowes for mounting hardware to afix the router, switch, antennae amp and Vontage box to the back of the "center".  Pushed the center in position, remounted the TV and assisted Charlene in hanging pictures.  Here's the final product, taken without flash last night.  On top of the right speaker is Pat's colored glass rocks with Voltaire candles lit.  Love it!

By the way, the TV was slightly unlevel.  Cheap level -  one side showed it level, the other slightly off.  Luckily, I had just enough "slop" in the mounting brackets on the back of the TV to level it.  Whew!  Nice holiday weekend.  Tonight we did the corn on the cob, grilled burgers and cupcake thing.  Nice, really nice 3-day weekend.

Project Moonwatch

In a place far away and long ago, I was once in 6^th grade.  Seems like forever ago.  Cool things happened during 6^th grade; terrible things happened then, too.  I tracked satellites for the Government, got my first telescope, watched the most beautiful all-night Aurora Borealis on my 12^th birthday and became super interested in astronomy.  My Dad was killed in a passenger plane crash during that time, too.  Like the line from Dickens’ Tale of Two Cities:  “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times….”.  Today’s blog is about one of those ‘best’ of times, tracking satellites for the Government.  It was just the coolest thing for me, almost ever.  Not quite 12 years old, I was treated like an adult, doing adult scientific satellite tracking stuff with adult scientists.  So very cool.  I remember it well but still had to do a lot of research to get the background, pictures and sequence of events so I could ‘splain it better.

First, some necessary techno-babble background.  Sorry but you gotta know the background of “IGY”, as we always called it.  The International Council of Scientific Unions in 1952 proposed a comprehensive series of global geophysical activities to span the period July 1957-December 1958. The International Geophysical Year (IGY), as it was called, was modeled on the International Polar Years of 1882-1883 and 1932-1933 and was intended to allow scientists from around the world to take part in a series of coordinated observations of various geophysical phenomena.  Research technologies and tools had advanced greatly since the 1930s, allowing scientists a scope of investigation without precedent. Cosmic ray recorders, spectroscopes, and radiosonde balloons had opened the upper atmosphere to detailed exploration, while newly developed electronic computers facilitated the analysis of large data sets. But the most dramatic of the new technologies available to the IGY was the rocket. Post-World War II developments in rocketry for the first time made the exploration of space a real possibility; working with the new technologies, Soviet and American participants sent artificial satellites into earth orbit. In successfully launching science into space, the IGY may have scored its greatest breakthrough.  What follows was my part in IGY.

During my 6^th grade, the Cold War was in high gear, Russians vs. Americans.  Bomb Shelters were being built by Americans in their backyards, the ‘Red Scare’ was in full swing and schools had Atomic Bomb ‘get under your desk’ drills.  That last one sure seems silly now, but it was very serious back then.  That wooden desk was going to save me from a thermonuclear blast ….……Uh, right!  The Space Race hadn’t started yet because no one had rocketed anything into outer space.

Then, on October 4, 1957, the Russians stunned the world by launching the first successful artificial satellite into earth orbit.  Sputnik, as it was called, was a little bigger than a basketball and sent back radio signals that were just electronic beeps.  That’s all, just a beep sound. There were a few instruments that functioned for a short time before power ran out and beamed some measurements down to earth (actually received by Australia who refused to give the info to the Russians because the Russians wouldn’t share it).  So, basically just a big, silver ball that went ‘BEEP’ every few seconds.  But it caught America by surprise.  We had no ‘space radar’, no long range ‘optical telescopes’ for tracking that satellite.  Those tools were in the ‘works’ but not yet deployed.  The U.S. government needed tracking information NOW and had none.  Almost a month later, the Russians launched a dog into space.  Now there were two satellites to track. 

The U.S. Navy had a few epic self destruct failed satellite launches before a previously shunned Dr Warner Von Braun, working on the side with the Air Force, launched the United States’ first satellite, named “Explorer 1” and that was another for us to track. 

Project Moonwatch was the brainchild of Harvard astronomer Fred L. Whipple. In 1955, as the recently appointed director of the Smithsonian Astrophysical Laboratory in Cambridge, MA, Whipple proposed that amateurs could play a vital role in efforts to track the future first satellites. He overcame the objections of colleagues who doubted ordinary citizens could do the job or who wanted the task for their own institutions. Eventually, Whipple carved out a place for amateurs in the IGY

Once professional scientists had accepted the idea that ordinary citizens could spot satellites and contribute to legitimate scientific research, Whipple and his colleagues organized amateurs around the world. Citizens formed Operation Moonwatch teams in towns and cities all around the globe.

In my little neighborhood was a good friend, Jerry Venable, who had the same science interest as me.  We were in the same grade, same class at Cranbrook Elementary School.  He and I had gone to Veteran’s Memorial Hall to ‘cover’ a presentation of UFO’s for our class.  A block from his house was a company called IRD and he found out that Scientists from Battelle Memorial Institue were using the roof of the IRD building to set up a satellite tracking program in the Columbus area for “Project Moonwatch”.  His Dad went with him to find out what was going on and got an invite for the both of us to join the scientists.  Thus began my involvement in Project Moonwatch.

The IRD building had one of those flat roofs and the leaders had set up rows of picnic tables for us to use.  Most of the ‘Moonwatchers’ throughout the country had crude set ups but ours was using scientific equipment from Battelle.   All the picnic tables had table clothes (Ritzy!), a wide-field low power telescope, a small red light so we could see in the dark without ruining our night vision, paper and pencil and an electric push button.  An office was set up in a little rooftop building with several imaginative machines.  One was a shortwave radio set to the National Bureau of Standards time station WWV.  It was synced to a paper tape machine that spit gobs of paper tape from a roll, through the ‘burner’ and on to a take up roll.  This was an old-fashion thermal tape machine with an electric stylus that actually burned a mark on the paper via an electrical current.  Whenever we would push a button, it would also make a mark for as long as we held the button.  You’re probably asking yourself, “What the hell is he talking about?”  Be patient as it all comes together soon.

The telescopes were small and covered only a little portion of the sky.  They pointed down but had a mirror so we could see the sky.  We never were sure where the satellites would be in the sky so there were many ‘scopes’ overlapping each other and that way, we covered the entire sky.  We knew roughly when the satellites would pass overhead and would pick a seat, any seat that wasn’t taken, about twenty or so minutes before a satellite would pass over us.  Each observer had a pad of paper and a pencil and a pushbutton.  Once seated, we would draw the star field in our scope, grab the button and wait.  As soon as the passing satellite would enter our field of view, we pushed and held the button until the satellite exited our view.  Immediately after that, we would draw the path the satellite took on our hand drawn star field and take it to the team leader.  Each button would make a unique mark on the paper so the leader would know who pushed to make it.  Since the tape was synced to scientific timing, scientists would be able to assemble information that showed exactly when the satellite passed each star and assemble the exact path and time that the satellite traveled.  By today’s standards, very crude but in 1958, it was damned good.  The tape and drawings were taken to Battelle Memorial Institute and programmed into those old fashioned, room sized Giant computers and then forwarded to Washington.  Quite effective. 

Jerry and I would show up just after dark and stay until ten or eleven o’clock at night.  Mom would make a thermos of coffee for the adults and one with hot chocolate for Jerry and I.  Sometimes, someone would bring doughnuts.  Some days we’d do the early morning thing, showing up at two or three in the morning.  You’ve got to remember that in the late 50’s, winter was Real Winter.  Near, or below zero at night.  Being kids, Jerry and I didn’t care if we froze – it was just so neat doing this stuff.  Our team leader, Graham Kendall was a scientist at Battelle and once brought us vials of meteor dust from a meteor they were analyzing at the Institute.  They had sawed it into pieces and he saved some of the ‘dust’ for us.  So very neat, indeed.  We did this for months, through the winter of '57-'58 and into Spring of 1958.  When Dad died in May, I think that was when I stopped going to Moonwatch.  But Graham had introduced Jerry and me to the Columbus Astronomical Society (which we joined).  We became the youngest members at the time and were given full adult privileges, making trips to the 69” Hale Telescope at Perkins Observatory in Delaware, Ohio with the membership.  Again, so very cool.

At the end of the International Geophysical Year, Jerry and I were presented with the same accolades as the adult scientists we worked with.  We were told that he and I were the youngest members in the nation.  They gave us a certificate from the Smithsonian Astrophysical Observatory in Cambridge, Mass. co-signed by Doctor J. Allen Hynek, on leave as Ohio State University astronomy professor to join the effort to put a U.S. satellite into space, He was in charge of tracking operations statewide. (He later gained fame as a UFO expert.)  They also gave us a really great lapel pin.  Unfortunately, the great flood of January, 1959 destroyed our house along with my pin, certificate and meteor dust.  Bummer.  But I still have the memories.  Mom was very good to drive me and pick me up at all hours of the night and early morning.  Dad thought I was turning into a little Mad Scientist.  For Jerry and me, it was just the greatest.

Birthday Girl

Since Charlene has to work back to back 12 hour shifts starting on her birthday tomorrow, we decided to celebrate it tonight.  At our house, the birthday person gets to choose what cake they want ahead of time and she wanted a Cheesecake.  So, tonight, after dinner, the festivities began.  I bought a New York Cheesecake, Star Candles (really cool candles) and some 'writing' icing in a tube.  Nic and Trav decorated the cake and brought it to the table....

After a round of "Happy Birthday" singing, she blew out the candles......

Cards and presents were next.  The Birthday Fairy got her many books, fulfilled her requests of Led Zepplin "Houses of the Holy" and a double Fleetwood Mac albums, some goofy fun things.  A good time was had by all, including "Paper or Plastic" Cat.  Cat just loves laying on paper (any kind) and plastic (again, any kind)......

And, you ask, how old is Charlene?  That's impolite to ask a woman's age but I'll tell you:  She's officially 39.....again.

Record Breaking Rains in Ventura

Yes, Sir !  We've had Record Breaking rains for the last two days.  Started Monday night, rained all night.  Stopped at dawn, cleared off and bright sunny Tuesday.  Started again Tuesday night.  Same thing.  Rained all night, stopped at dawn, cleared off and bright sunny Wednesday (with lots of all day wind).  Broke all National Weather Service records for Ventura.  Wow!  The two day total amounted to a whopping, are you ready for this, .31 inches of rain.  Charlene calls it, "Mist with an attitude".  What?  A measly less than a third of an inch?  Well, since records have been kept, it's Never rained in May here.  Hence the 'Record Breaking Rains'.  Yea, yea, I know, go sit in the corner, Kelly, and shut up!

Patience

Charlene did her 12 hour Nurse Diesel shifts last Thursday and Friday nights and was just coming around to normal on Sunday morning.  We both love to have 'Sunday Morning' with Charles Osgood on while we read the Sunday paper.  I came across a "Michaels" craft store ad and saw a sale on beads.  Beads?  I don't know why it was such an attraction but suddenly  I envisioned multi faceted glass beads, gobs of 'em, hanging in the bathroom window.  Huh?  Doesn't sound like me - I hate those bead room divider things - hard to walk through when you're a klutz like me.  Charlene had taken the boys to their Dad's place for the day, then stopped at her favorite thrift store.  I decided to go to "Michaels" but waited for her 'cause I knew she'd want to go, too.

We got to the bead section and were just plain Blown Away!  OMG, there's a million different kinds of beads, isles of beads, all with a little tiny hole through them.  We probably went up and down both long isles, four or five times.  The idea of a 'beaded' window disappeared fast as Charlene was thinking jewelry, like, say, a bracelet.  After an hour...... yes, an hour, we bought four packs of one kind, a coupe packs of another and another, and some necklace clasps and some pierced-ear earring hooks.  (Remember, click on a picture to see it full size, then use your browser's Back button to return here and continue)

 

Charlene cut the ends off and put all the loose beads in a giant bowel.

We had also bought hemp string to use for the beads so Charlene unrolled about three feet of it and started stringing beads.

With help from very sharp scissors to keep a perfect end on the string and a Iced Latte from Starbucks, 81 degrees in the shady back porch she persisted for several hours.

She had stopped occasionally, for lunch and potty breaks but it was ready for the clasps.

It was made as a long, single string of beads.  That way, you could easily wrap it around your wrist and clasp it.  Only problem with that is that four feet of rocks is kinda heavy.  Not bad but maybe throw your shoulder out if you swing your arm.......... but, here's a pic of the finished product on her hand.              

She ended up wearing it as a two hoop necklace and it looks great (the bracelet looks great, too - much better in person than the above photo.)  We still have several sets of other beads to make into earrings......maybe..... next........Sunday Morning.