Wallpaper Removal

All the thoughts in my head haven’t made it to my blog yet but are sitting as drafts for the most part — incomplete. It’s not procrastination although I do work better under pressure and a deadline. I haven’t wanted to spend too much time using my left injured hand typing although it is doing much better even if occasionally I get twinges of pain.

This week I started a new bathroom project — removing wallpaper. My concern with this project was in using the already-made solutions that reek of chemicals that I’m sure would cause me to get sick. Fortunately, I was able to find something that is much better and works.

In searching the “world wide web” I came across the site called DIY (do it yourself) Network. I’ve been using their suggestion to use one part Downy to one part hot water in a spray bottle to remove the wallpaper.

So far — it has worked but I did have a few kinks. First, I’m only using one hand to work and that makes for very slow going. Second, the wallpaper has been on this wall since they built the house which means that it is being stubborn (can wallpaper have feelings?) about coming off.

I’m not sure what kind of wallpaper they had 19 years ago. I had always imagined all wallpaper was the same. But I don’t believe so. The wallpaper has a thin decorative layer on the top and underneath it is another thin cardboardy layer. In order for my homemade solution to work, I have to peel the thin decorative layer first, spray the cardboard with my solution then use the putty knife to scrape it off. (Thought: I wonder if they used the cardboard piece to protect the sheetrock???)

Wallpaper

Both pieces (the thin decorative layer and the thin cardboard layer) are sticky.

Underlaying (cardboard) piece under Wallpaper

Once I remove both layers, I put a little bit of dish detergent in a bucket, add some really hot water and take a cloth to wipe down the wall to remove any residue glue that may still be there. Then I use plain hot water to wipe the wall down again. Lastly, I wipe the wall down with a dry towel.

One step I did not follow (well I tried but it didn’t work) was to “score” the wallpaper. Apparently there is an instrument called a wallpaper scorer that creates small holes in the paper to allow the solution to penetrate to the glue. Instead, I used my putty knife to make small indentations. This was not successful as the “small” indentations made their way to the sheetrock and I found that with the type of wallpaper I have it wouldn’t have worked.

Completed removal of wallpaper

Anyway — the steps are as follows (not including the scoring part):

  1. Prepare the room by putting drop cloths on the base of the walls to be stripped. Remove all switch plates and outlet covers from the walls then cut the power to the room (you don’t want to get electrocuted while doing this work).
  2. Mix your solution — one part Downy and one part hot water. I used fragrance free Downy as my bathroom doesn’t have a window that I can open to air out the room while working and besides, who wants to inhale a bunch of fragrance that has made me sick in the past. Oh — make sure you keep the water hot. I microwaved the solution every 20-25 minutes to make sure it stayed hot as it works much better and made the scraping go faster.
  3. Soak the walls with the solution. I used a spray bottle for this. Let the solution soak for a few minutes and make sure the wall is saturated.
  4. Grab the wallpaper on the bottom and pull it off. This didn’t work for me as mine was a 2 step process — remove the outer decorative layer, soak the thin layer underneath and then scrape upward with the putty knife. But hey, it might work for someone else.
  5. Once the wallpaper is off, mix a tablespoon of dish detergent with very hot water. Use a sponge to wipe down the walls, scrubbing carefully to remove all traces of wallpaper adhesive.
  6. Rinse down the walls with a towel and clean water then dry the wall with a towel.
This project will probably take me a couple of weeks. One-handed work takes time …
Oh yeah — I did encounter one other problem. After removing the wallpaper above the shower stall area, I looked around to determine what the rest of my project was going to look like. Seeing as they put the wallpaper in when the house was built, I noticed that the wallpaper is behind everything. Meaning? I have to remove the toilet and the large mirrors in order to remove all the wallpaper.
My little project just became a medium sized project. Now I have to decide whether to remove the toilet myself (can I do that one-handed? hmmm …) or if I should ask for help.
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Mating

Yes — it is mating season in Minnesota!

While sitting on my screen porch yesterday, I heard a raucous loud sound. Over and over again this sound pierced the still air til finally a wing flutter could be heard. Looking towards the sound, I could hear two wing flutters. And there they were! Two majestic looking hawks — male chasing female.

I quickly looked through my binoculars to get a good look at these two giant birds. Oops! I was looking at two mating birds. Sheeplishly I put my binoculars down. Hmmm … I never knew that … Well, I had never seen birds mate before.

Today, the cardinal that’s been flitting around our yard had brought his mate with him.

Minnesota Cardinal

Chasing each other through the trees, over and under, they sure looked like they were having a good time.

Yes — mating season has begun. I wonder why I have never noticed this time of year before.

 

Google History Workaround

With all the hoopla recently regarding Google and how it uses my search history, I decided to see if there was a way to turn off my history searches in Google. Sure enough, there is a little known workaround to stop Google from tracking our history. You have to “opt-in” though and I wish they would tell people about the option instead of us having to stumble upon it.

Here are the simple steps to follow:

  1. Go to google.com
  2. Go to “Account Settings.” (Mine was found by clicking on my name which gave me a drop-down menu)
  3. Scroll down to “Services”
  4. Next to the tab “View, enable, or disable web history,” click on “Go to web history”
  5. Click on “Pause” at the top of the page

That’s it! There is also an option to remove all your web history.

This isn’t something new but something new to me. And the funny thing is that I don’t “see” most of the personal ads that are supposed to be geared towards me. Perhaps it’s because I’m focused too much on what I’m doing.

 

 

Bird Spottings

They are here! The birds are back thanks to the warmer weather we’ve been experiencing.

While driving home, I noticed that the neighbor dog was a little agitated pacing back and forth while looking up at a tree on our property. Looking up, I noticed a huge yellow looking bird. Hmmm … I wonder if the falcon is back.

Running to get my camera from inside the house, I took many shots of this large bird. He stood perfectly still as I got as close as I could without disturbing him. At first, I thought it was an owl as it was so round and puffy-like. But, what a surprise I had when I looked at the pictures and found that my treasure for the day was spotting a red-shouldered hawk. I understood the concern of my furry dog friend as these hawks are carnivorous and its diet mainly consist of small mammals.

Red Shouldered Hawk

She looks a tad bit fat to me and I believe I probably took this picture shortly after she had grabbed something to eat.

Red Shouldered Hawk

While I was outside, I spotted a smaller version of this hawk which I’m pretty sure was the male. Unfortunately, the light wasn’t conducive to taking a picture of it but it sure was making a racket!

 

A Warming Trend

Today is quite different weather-wise from yesterday. Actually, it’s quite different mood-wise also. Reading yesterday’s post, one would have thought that I was on the verge of depression. Not so. A series of disappointing events occurred that brought my tenacity to an almost screeching halt. I’ve since recovered.

I don’t know what’s going on in Minnesota this year. Our winter has been so mild and this week they anticipate having 4-5 days of 70 degree temperatures. I’m certainly enjoying the warmth but my mind thinks forward to the summer with the concern being an onslaught of bugs that didn’t get killed over the winter.

The neighbors small marshland that sits behind the back of our lot has water in it already. Gone is the snow and ice that the deer walked on. This, I believe, is where most of our mosquitoes come from. The dragonflies have not yet appeared so the mosquito population has not yet started hatching.

The “plan” now is to get some Mosquito Dunks which are pellets that can be dropped in standing water. The pellets contain a bacteria that feed on the larvae and kill those blood-sucking … oh, sorry, almost got carried away there. (laughing)

The area lakes are thawing rather quickly but unless we get a lot of spring rain, the water levels will be very low which can affect summer activities. Perhaps I won’t be able to learn to fish this year. A neighbor I met this past weekend told me that the fish in the nearby lake are desperate for food so I can even use corn as bait. I found that so funny! Being naive about fishing though, I will probably try it to see if it works.

I never dreamed that I would be strategizing on how to rid the area around us of mosquitoes and ticks nor of competing with neighbors to see who can make the best woodpile. (It will be me of course but I’ll let them learn that on their own.)

I guess I’m a Minnesotan after all.

 

 

Fog

With 2 beautiful record-setting warm days in Minnesota, today I woke to a downpour of rain, darkness and fog. A true reflection of life.

Driving through the fog I could hardly see 15 feet in front of me. I prayed that no deer were out this early although this is their usual morning feeding time. With a mist of rain gently splattering on the windshield, I couldn’t help but think about the realities of life.

One minute, the sun is out. People are walking, biking, talking and enjoying life. Everything seems right. But the realities are that most of the time things aren’t right and the sun only causes a false sense of security.

Betrayed by the sun, clouds hovering above pummel their incessant drops of wet tears that don’t cease. Splattering on one’s life, they bring the fog of blindness to one’s heart leaving one with only themselves in focus.

Minnesota Fog

What is this about? One day things appeared as it should, or at least the way I thought. Everything clear, bright and bringing with it an energy of life that could overtake the largest obstacle. The next day, realizations arise that cause the heart to recoil as darkness sets in.

Alone. I am alone. The people around me who I had thought comprised part of my being have chipped themselves away. The saying “I came into this world alone and I will leave it alone” comes to mind.

I try to shake the feeling of meaninglessness that so suddenly has appeared on my doorstop. “You’re not welcome here,” I say to him. But as he did to Solomon of old , he continues to stand at the door seeking entrance into a heart that is overwhelmed by fog. Not being able to see 15 feet ahead, meaninglessness offers me his hand. “No, I don’t want you,” I say.

And as he stands there at the door believing that he’ll gain entrance simply because I sit in darkness on the other side, I wonder if this is why people choose to live their lives away from others.

Disappointment, grief, sadness — none of these will keep meaninglessness away. And yet, he will not receive an invitation to enter my heart. He has no place here and is not welcome. He’s come close enough for me to smell his lurid breath and to see his beady little eyes trying to peer into my soul. But no door will be open for him here.

The minute I make up my mind that I can only trust myself and not sunshine, people or events in life, disappointment starts to ebb. But it is not entirely gone. Always on the fringes and working with meaninglessness as its best friend, entrance to my heart has to be guarded.

And when the darkness, the pellets of rain and the fog encompass and blind me, I lift up my eyes to the only One I know I can trust. I’ve been shown reality and it knocked me to the ground. But I am standing again – shaking but standing nonetheless. Thank you Father, Jesus and Holy Spirit for pulling me out of this fog-encased time in my life.

 

 

 

 

 

The Start of Spring

March is supposed to be the snowiest month in Minnesota. So far, we’ve seen drizzle and sun.

Yesterday reminded me of Seattle. Cold, damp, drizzly, foggy and windy. A typical Seattle day. I even started to feel blah.

This morning I looked out the window and a cardinal was sitting on a branch. The beginning of spring has arrived albeit a little earlier than the date suggests it should.

The weather is supposed to be in the 40’s, 50’s then 60’s next week. I don’t know if I’m ready for spring yet. I’ve enjoyed the winter even though it was quite mild. Our snow plower didn’t make much money off of us this year.

Spring projects include: removing wallpaper from the main bathroom, painting the guest room and laundry room on the main floor, painting the his and her closets in the master bedroom and lastly, landscaping the yard.

I still haven’t figured out what to do with our backyard. Once the trees are in full bloom, the only sunlight we get is when the sun is directly above our house and there are too many trees hovering over our property to allow the sun to beam down in a way to provide much light to plants. Quite a challenge — a shade and deer tolerant yard.

I wonder if there’s a landscaping show similar to HDTV for houses that will come and do it for me. Hmmm … I’ll have to check that out. Unless someone already knows???

 

Cure All?

A few years ago, I watched a movie called My Big Fat Greek Wedding. It’s a comedy and, although I don’t find comedy funny most of the time, this movie made me think about things that, as a Puerto Rican, my family used to (term used loosely) do.

In the movie, the father uses Windex as a cure for everything. Pimple? Windex. Rash? Windex. One would think that the story was made up but idiosyncrasies like this are a reality in a lot of cultures. Mine is one of them although it’s not Windex that we use.

Growing up, our cure-all was Vicks VapoRub. Much to my dismay, it has recently changed.

On a recent trip to visit relatives (who shall remain anonymous for reasons known) I had a wrist splint on because of pain that I was experiencing due to a fall on vacation. When a person is injured or sick, friends and family all seem to become doctors. I was now the patient of well-meaning relatives.

Sitting around watching TV, the family member told me they had something that would help my pain. My first thought was “Oh, Vicks Vaporub” but I mistaken.  A large clear jar of blue “gel” was pulled out, the top was opened and a large amount of the gel was slathered on my arm and wrist.

Hmmm … I thought. It has a menthol smell. The pain was starting to go away and for about an hour I was pain free. “This stuff seems to work, at least temporarily,” I told myself.

For the next couple of days, I thought nothing of the “gel” that was now being used on me every time I visited. Until, that is, I went to use the bathroom. While cleaning my hands, I noticed a huge tub of this gel sitting on the vanity and like a cat whose curiosity is piqued by trailing yarn, I picked up the large tub to see what was in this miracle cure. The large label read “Mineral Ice.” Oh, mineral ice, that sounds “natural.”

Hmmm … “Mane and Tail” — what a strange name. As I continued to read, my heart almost stopped. “Horses In Training: Use regularly before and after workouts.”

Oh no! What is this????!!!!!!! I couldn’t believe it.

After Strenuous Competition:
To temporarily relieve minor soreness or stiffness after racing, polo, hunting, jumping, roping, cutting, gated performances and dressage. Promotes faster, safer cool outs.”

I almost fell to the floor with uncontrollable laugher. The new cure-all is meant for animals.

I left the bathroom feeling foolish. “You should have known,” I told myself. “You should have checked. You know some people in your family have odd ideas.”

Quite honestly, I don’t believe my relative even read the label. Another relative had given them a clear jar of the gel and since it worked they continued to use it. Then this “other” relative gave them the large tub of “Mane and Tail” and they continued filling the large clear jar every time it was empty.

Upon leaving, I was presented with my very own clear jar of Mane and Tail.

Mane and Tail Mineral Ice

Once I arrived at home, I looked up the ingredients. The main ingredient is menthol. I haven’t checked each of the other ingredients to see if they are okay for “human use.”

(Active Ingredient: Menthol 2%
Other Ingredients: Ammonium Hydroxide, Carbomer 934, Cupic Sulfate, FD&C Blue No. 1, Isopropyl Alcohol 11.2%, Magnesium Sulfate, Sodium Hydroxide, Thymol, Deionized Water.)

But, I just don’t think I can use it. My brain just can’t wrap itself around using a concoction that’s meant for horses.  Especially since the warning tells you to see a veterinarian if you have problems.

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Birthdays and Memories

I have the pleasure of celebrating a friend’s birthday this week. The big five-four (54). Time sure passes by quickly.

I remember when he had long hair that went all the way down to his waist. With his scraggly beard, he reminded me of Jesus (laughing). What I remember the most though is his hands — “kind” hands. He used them in ways that expressed his concern for other people, a touch on the shoulder, a pat on the back …

Time passes so quickly for us. I’m told by “older” friends that the older one gets the quicker the time seems to pass.

No longer can we play in sandboxes and have it considered “normal” — well, as if anyone is really normal.

My iPod has all of my songs on it and when I play them on the “shuffle” setting, sometimes a sad song comes on …

Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar 
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder 
And tearful at the falling of a star 

Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams 
Words like when you’re older must appease him 
And promises of someday make his dreams

And the seasons they go round and round 
And the painted ponies go up and down 
We’re captive on the carousel of time 
We can’t return we can only look 
Behind from where we came 
And go round and round and round 
In the circle game 

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now 
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town 
And they tell him take your time it won’t be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down 

And the seasons they go round and round 
And the painted ponies go up and down 
We’re captive on the carousel of time 
We can’t return we can only look 
Behind from where we came 
And go round and round and round 
In the circle game

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty 
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There’ll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through

And the seasons they go round and round 
And the painted ponies go up and down 
We’re captive on the carousel of time 
We can’t return we can only look 
Behind from where we came 
And go round and round and round 
In the circle game

The Circle Game by Joni Mitchell, from the Ladies of the Canyon CD

With gray hair sprawling through his body, he is still the man I know, the man I married and the man whose twinkle in his eyes light the flame in my heart.

Ahhh — life. There’s no going back in time and when we reminisce of days gone by we see them filled with joy and pain. Round and round life takes us on its journey. Each day, each minute, each moment never to be re-lived.

But for now, the moment is mine. This moment I will love and allow the love of others to encompass me. When I die, I can say that I have lived and loved.