Yup---I am going to blog about breakfast cereal!

     OK----if you have kids you know what it is like to go to the kitchen cupboard and find the cereal box empty----and most of you will appreciate that I did not say “gone.”  (Don’t pretend you don’t eat the kid’s cereal when they aren’t looking either.)

     Well, the kids are grown and they are not around much to eat the cereal anymore---but that still doesn’t mean there is always plenty of cereal.

     I can still go to the cupboard and discover that there isn’t any. 

     There is a solution.

     “Toast cereal.”

     Yup.

      Just take some of your favorite whole grain bread---even raisin bread----especially raisin bread----and toast it up all nice and dark and then let it get hard in the toaster.

     When it has cooled off, just crumble it up into tiny pieces----add sweetener and/or sliced fruit----add milk----and you are all set.

     This method actually has advantages over boxed cereal.  It is cheaper.  You will never get caught adding sugar to the pre-sweetened store bought cereal again.  You are also less likely to run out.

     I don’t even buy boxed cereal anymore.

Charles Buell

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     In Seattle there are a lot of older homes with partial basements.  The rest of the house will typically have a crawl space under it.

     Ever since we started putting basements under houses people have wanted to use these basement spaces for all kinds of things.  Typically they started out as a place for the furnace and other utilities.  People quickly realized these spaces would also be a great place to put the laundry.  The next obvious thing to do with these spaces was to turn them into living spaces----rec-rooms, bedrooms, work-shops, grow-ops----you name it. 

     The various transformations of these basement spaces were more or less successful depending on several variables.  There might be height considerations, light considerations, egress considerations and moisture considerations----to name a few.  Often these changes of use would not meet current standards, and some represented serious safety issues.

     This post is not really about all of these considerations----I will save them for another time.

     The space between the basement area and the crawl space was often simply open to the basement----at least orginally.  There sometimes would be a little short wall to hold the dirt back where it stepped up to the crawl space height.  Other times it was just a gradually sloping earthen embankment as the basement area transitioned to the crawl space.

     Finishing off the basement required dealing with this slope.  Sometimes people would dig away the slope in the crawl space area and build a wall to retain the dirt.  This increased the size of the basement space while providing a means of retaining the dirt.

     Some of these walls were more satisfactory than others.

     Often, the masonry or concrete retaining walls would not be tall enough.  On top of these walls people would build a wood wall to close off the basement space from the crawl space area.  If the foundation wall does not go high enough, the un-retained dirt wall inside the crawl space, over time, collapses against the wood wall----resulting in decay/rot and places where wood destroying insects can “party-down.”

     I think you can get the idea from the next couple of pictures.

     The solution?  Proper retaining walls and clearances need to be created, and the solution would vary with the installation.

Charles Buell

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     Can anything really “spiral out of control?”

     It sure seems so.

     What do we mean when we say things are “spiraling out of control?”  I am sure there are times when the concept of spiraling out of control has validity----like the circumstances that led to the Titanic not having enough time to turn before it side-swiped the iceberg.  In the physical world there are all kinds of examples like this.  But if we dissect these events they are merely playing out natural forces like: "for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction."

     I am talking more about the “non-physical” areas of our lives that seemingly spiral out of control.  Sometimes these circumstances have a physical component, but generally, “spiraling out of control” means that things are not going in the direction we want them to----or are used to----or the way we "expect."

     But isn’t it all a matter of perspective?  Sometimes it is ALL about perspective.  Examples of this can be seen in individuals that do not see that their circumstances are merely different sides of the same coin.  When people find themselves spiraling down this kind of drain, they simply have to “act” to change the spiral (assuming there is no physical component like Crystal Meth).  Take for example this spiral stairs.  Whether you look at it from above,

or from below,

it is all a matter of perspective as to which is better. 

     One shows the way to go down----the other shows the way to go up.  Neither is better than the other----and equally useful at one time or another. 

     However, other times, it is more the case that one person’s misfortune is another person’s windfall.  I think it is pretty logical to have issues with people that are able to manipulate circumstances so that they seem to have “control” over the lives of others.  We see this every day all around the world as our current economic situation makes “adjustments”----or worse.

     Ironically, the total amount of money on the planet has not changed dramatically----not counting what is being printed every day, because that money should “theoretically” increase the total amount.  The problem appears to be that it has been distributed to places where it has “solidified”----frozen like that iceberg that the Titanic hit.

     In fact the money supply can in many ways be equated to the earth’s total water supply.

     The total amount of water on the planet doesn’t change much (All 336 million cubic miles of the stuff).  Some areas have too little and other areas have too much----these are “distribution” issues----people generally can move from areas that have either too much or too little.  Historically this does happen, and civilizations have come and gone or relocated based on water supply---either from too much (New Orleans, hint, hint)----or from too little (Acoma, hint, hint).   Much of the  water on the planet stays liquid----oceans, rivers, lakes, rain etc----and circulate around the planet in an endless cycle of evaporation, rain, puddles, evaporation, rain, puddles, evaporation etc.  Some of this precipitation comes down as snow, which builds up and forms ice---which sits there---sometimes for tens and hundreds of thousands of years.  When this happens distribution has been GREATLY s l o w e d   d o w n.  During the ice age tremendous amounts of water becomes trapped.  This water may still be slowly evaporating and melting---but not at a pace necessary for adequate distribution to where it is needed.

     Isn’t this a bit like what is going on now with money?    Isn’t the glacier actually getting larger?  Isn't the next Ice Age coming?  Is even the little bit of the iceberg that is melting and evaporating still not going where it is needed?  Instead it is being sponged up and taken away by the few people lucky enough to have ice melting equipment.

Charles Buell

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     When we bought our house----long before I was a Seattle Home Inspector----and started making it livable, I was heavily influenced by a couple of fun movies playing at the time:  Jumanji and Jurassic Park. 

     The house had wall-to-wall shag, puce-green carpeting----if one could really call it carpeting.  There probably was a microscopic Jurassic Park of critters living in the thing.  The carpet was more reminiscent of one of those cat clawing poles that people have in their homes. 

     In the dining room, there was a 2’ x 6’ runner on top of the carpeting.  This runner covered over a humongous hole the sun had burned through the carpet.  This runner had been nailed all around its perimeter with roofing nails----an inch apart----kind of like the nailing pattern you might see on the underside of an upholstered chair or like the rivets in a jet wing.  The nail heads were all shiny from wear----quite attractive and “sparkly.”

      Most of the rooms had wood strip flooring under this carpeting that did re-finish quite nicely.  The hallway however was another matter.  It had been patched numerous times and covered over with linoleum.  The adhesive was not about to be removed either.  So I decided to do a “painted rug” to deal with the matter.  Here is a picture of what it looks like. 

     I think you can see the Jurassic Park influence.  I took actual ferns from the garden and rolled them in paint and then pressed them onto the floor----bunches of different colors----bunches of different layers.

     I had another Jurassic moment on an inspection the other day---or perhaps it would be more correct to say the chimney was having a Jurassic moment.  Hopefully a bunch of manic monkeys, two hundred pound mosquitoes and raging rhinos are not going to come flooding out of it----like in Jumanji.

Charles Buell

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    Little Billy Breaker was 15 and had a job.

     Quite a simple job.

     A total “trip” really.

     A perfect job for a teen like him.

     All he had to do was sit there.  Whenever someone sent too much stuff his way, it was his job to just shut the line down----giving everyone working along the line a chance to catch up and for things to cool off a bit.

     For a whole week----seven days in a row----he did his job, just like he was supposed to do----shutting everything down perfectly----and still----everyone was mad him.

     In fact it seemed to him that the better he did his job the madder everyone got.

     They would just come right up to him, get right in his face and make him get back to work.

     This confused Billy to no end. 

     He could not understand.  If it was his “job” to shut things down, then why wouldn’t anyone let him do his job?

     One day, he came to work and found that he had been replaced----no notice or anything----with a bigger, version of himself ----this replacement was 30, “at least”----and totally full of himself.

     Well, this was not good. 

     No one bigger than he could do his job as good as he could---he was sure of it.   He knew that when it came to his particular job---bigger was certainly not better.  

     Changing the job description would surely result in disaster.

     WHAT IS THAT SMELL?

     Do you smell it too?

     Billy's protests fell on deaf ears as he asked, “Don’t you guys remember when the same thing happened to Frankie Fuse?”

      I swear I smell something burning!

Charles Buell

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     People sometimes ask me how I come up with all my crazy ideas for blogging (well they don’t actually say “crazy”---but I know what they mean). 

     First of all there are a couple of techniques I use to keep myself focused.

#1. The total number of blog ideas is infinite.

     #2. When you have the cojones to think that #1 is not true---reread to #1.

     I think an important component in coming up with fresh ideas is more about being “receptive” than is about “giving.”  If we have our eyes and ears----and all our other senses open----things will come to us.  But if we start with the notion that we must hunt and find something to give away, it will be very difficult indeed----especially after one has been blogging for awhile.

     Rather than offer a list of ideas that one might try, I instead will share some of the specific things I do to “encourage” the flow of ideas.

     Think of your brain as “Google”----your own personal, caffeine (or chocolate) powered, 24/7, search engine (yes---even while you are sleeping).  Your total life experiences are “tagged” in infinite combinations so that even a single word, song, picture, cloud, dream, color, or even a smell can trigger an idea. 

     When that idea floods in----all you have to do is start playing with it.

     Sometimes I will let the idea float around in my head for days (marinating so to speak---some might say fermenting) as I fiddle with different ways to “Dress it up,” to make it interesting, palatable----or sometimes even “plausible” to a reader.   Also I like to conjure some way (if possible) to connect the idea to my activities as a Seattle Home Inspector or the real estate industry in general----otherwise I just toss it out there anyway.

     In conjunction with the whole business of coming up with ideas, is the conclusion by some that what I do must take an incredible amount of time. 

     Well----sometimes it does (like this one).  More often than not though----they do not take as long as one might think.  Much of the post is written before I sit down to the keyboard.  It is written in my head or on a napkin while waiting in a restaurant.  Others get written while waiting for everyone to arrive for the inspection, stuck in traffic, driving here and there, sitting on the toilet (come on you know I had to say it), standing in the shower, -----WHATEVER!  The point is, that there are lots of times when whatever I am doing will not prevent me from working out ideas in my head before I actually get to the keyboard.

     Here is another rule:  All ideas are OK----they will lead you “somewhere.”  Don’t fall into the trap of thinking that some ideas are more valid than others.  And remember----you have very little control over what you think.  Even “bad” ideas can be transformed into “good” ideas.  Think of ideas as being like “seeds” that you can plant and nurture and watch grow----and then PRUNE, espalier or compost as deemed appropriate.  Every thought that runs through your brain and everything that stimulates your senses has the potential to trigger some tag in your brain----we just need to pay attention. (Man this post is going to need some “Roundup” before I am done)(Where the heck did that tag come from?)

     NOW: about “Dress-up.”

     Doesn’t everyone like to play dress-up? 

     Steve Smith does. 

      So, once you have this “great idea”----what kind of clothes are you going to put on it?  You can’t just send it naked into the blogosphere (and trust me----I have tried). 

     Dressing-up, IS your own personal voice. 

     This is where we make the post appear as if it is about “sex, drugs and/or rock-n-roll”----things that people can relate to.  Think of it as cake.  People like cake, but if you put the kind of frosting on it that they REALLY like, they will eat it up like crazy.  Lately I have been having a lot of fun dressing mine up in children’s stories. 

     How you dress-up your idea will be what makes your idea look different from everyone else’s version of the same idea.

     Not only does an idea trigger tags in your brain, but the words you write will trigger other tags which will trigger other tags----thus making the process even easier.  This is where it all starts to be actual fun.

     And this brings me to perhaps the most important point I can share.

     JUST START—

             stuff

              will

            follow.

     Pretty soon, if you practice these simple steps, you will notice yourself letting ideas go floating though your consciousness without doing anything about them---without jotting them down---without taking their picture.  Then you will find yourself in the unfortunate position of beating yourself up because although you can “remember” that you had a great idea to play with, you now can not recall it to save your neck.

     Not to worry---like any good drain, another idea will float on by soon enough.

     All that remains is----are you listening?

P.S.

     The original “seed” for this post was, “What are you smoking?”

Charles Buell

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     Sorry----this is not about the Grateful Dead Band----and only “loosely” about Jack & Jill in the shower----and certainly not about them being in the shower together.

     Once again I am going to venture into the never ending world of water heaters. 

     Put on your seat belt for this one Barbara Duncan, this is perhaps the most difficult thing I have ever had to explain to people about water heaters.

     Water Heater “DEADBAND”

     The question varies, but it usually goes something like this.  Jill asks, “How come some times there seems to be plenty of hot water for both me and Jack to take showers----and other times there is not?”  

     Well Jill, it is probably due to “deadband.”  While deadband can be an issue with gas water heaters it is very common with electric water heaters.  You see, the thermostat on your water heater has a range at which it turns itself off and turns itself on (Jill could not help but think about how this might apply to her and Jack in other more interesting ways).  It is this “range” that causes the problem (how true, how true, thinks Jill).  Some water heaters are worse than others (DEFINITELY true, thinks Jill). 

     Let’s say that Jill starts out with a fully heated water heater at 120 degrees Fahrenheit.  She takes a nice leisurely, relaxing shower and uses most of the hot water----but not quite enough to get to the low point of the thermostat to make it kick back on to heat more water.  Now Jack comes along an hour later (after the lazy butt sleeps in)---all set to take a nice long hot shower (Jill is thinking cold shower)----only to run out of hot water as the thermostat finally kicks in to heat more water.

     To simplify things, I have drawn a little graph to help visualize the basic concept. 

     So what is the solution?  There really isn’t one that doesn’t involve keeping the heater at higher than safe, recommended temperatures (120 degrees Fahrenheit). 

     Keeping the heater at higher temperatures (so that there is more water to dilute) also means that the thermostat’s low range is always going to be higher than what is a satisfactory temperature for a nice long shower.  Installing tanks with more storage capacity is another solution as well. 

     Perhaps the best solution would be to install what is called a “tempering valve.”  This is a clever device that allows you to have the water heater set at say 130 degrees Fahrenheit and mixes a little cold water into the stream whenever you use hot water so that you don’t ever get more than 120 degree water out of your faucets.  This also protects the heater from the growth of bacteria in the tank that is encouraged by 120 degree water.    

     Sounds like Jack will be in plenty of hot water now.

     Now you can crank up the other Dead Band when you are in the shower----with or without your sweetie.

Charles Buell

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     Kids L♥VE to play hide and seek.  When my kids were little we used to have some really great hide and seek “events.”  The little ones would always want me to hide them----before I hid myself.  You see, they used think I knew all the really cool places for them to hide.  Often time right out in plain sight was effective.

     One of their favorites was on top of the refrigerator behind the cereal boxes.  Of course, after the first time, that only worked with someone new was playing the “seeker.”  Another one I remember was behind the screen inside the fireplace----a little messy but very effective! 

     Inside kitchen cupboards. 

     Rolled up in carpet. 

     Behind the couch.

     Behind window curtains. 

     In a bureau drawer. 

     All of these were great places to hide----especially in the dark.  They would usually get caught because they got tired of hiding and would give themselves away as they peeked out of wherever they were hiding or because they were giggling too much.

     Kind of the same way this receptacle got “caught”----fortunately not from giggling too much.

Charles Buell

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