What I love about cycling – 455km

One of the main reasons I got hooked on cycling is my belief that bikes, actually, are the future: Cycling is the most efficient form of transportation invented by humans. I think we’re going to fart around with hybrid this and electric that for a few decades, but eventually efficiency will win.

So, initially, I looked down on recreational cycling, because I believed it was diminished: “Bikes are a hobby for your spare time, so infrastructure to support cycling is not as important as for something essential like cars.” Then I joined the AIDS/Lifecycle ride, and started training to ride to Los Angeles. I became a recreational cyclist too — with a cause and a destination. I found myself continuing the long recreational rides afterwards on a weekly basis.

About a year ago, after falling off my bike one too many times (sliding on wet road around a bend), I bought an indoor trainer. At first I just got it because I thought it would be a good way to maintain fitness without crashing during wet weather. So I started doing intervals and following training plans, sweating alone down in the garage. I’d also heard about a cycling computer game — Zwift — which puts thousands of cyclists worldwide simultaneously on a computer generated world.

I found myself riding 2-4 times a week on Zwift, even during the summer. And Janeen, too, has been riding around the virtual worlds. The incredible graphics fulfill my desire to see beautiful views while riding, and the safety and convenience allow me to fit more cycling into my week. I still use a bike as transportation to get around SF — and sometimes further — but most of my miles are recreational, and on Zwift, by a long shot. This winter, the rain hasn’t come to California as it did last year: It’s been a very dry winter so far. When the annual “Festive 500” challenge appeared, Janeen mentioned that she’d like to do it also. And here we are, one day away from the end of the challenge with 45km to go.

We haven’t had snow, ice, or even any rain to speak of over the last week. Both Janeen and I have ridden more miles on the road over the last week than any other week all year. So what is it I love about cycling?

I still love that it’s the most efficient form of transportation known to human kind. I love getting fitter and stronger even as I get older. I also love that I get out to see sights and places I would never go otherwise. And there’s a social side to it that I love: Every ride needs a destination involving food and/or coffee! I just love to ride somewhere with friends, and then sit and enjoy eating and talking, before riding home. It’s such a pleasure to me, that I just can’t understand how I managed the first 42 years without it!

So when we set out this beautiful chilly clear morning, headed for lunch in Woodside, you know I was looking forward to that lunch stop. We rode out through the Golden Gate park, and down the Great Highway.

The surfers were out riding waves as we rode by. No fog anywhere to be seen.

I planned this ride as a flat ride, but forgot how much elevation the rolling hills along Skyline rack up. The ride along Sawyer camp trail and around the reservoir was spectacularly beautiful — but damn cold. It must be ten degrees colder down in the valley.

We took a selfie standing on the reservoir dam. Actually, this is called “San Andreas Lake” (yes, directly on top of the San Andreas fault line).

Looking down into the valley below the dam, this haze hints at how cold it would be.

Crystal Springs reservoir is further down the valley.

As we were working our way up the grade before the downhill into Woodside, Janeen’s energy was starting to fade: I decided at that point that instead of retracing our path back to SF, we would take a flatter route along the bay side of the peninsula.

When we got to Woodside, Janeen went in to the market to get deli sandwiches while I stood outside with the bikes. While standing there, I noticed about five cyclists across the street sitting on the curb eating. Across another street, on the island, a couple of cyclists were trying to prop their bikes up as they tried to sit on the wall to eat. There is an acre of parking for so few shops, and absolutely nowhere to sit outside. No benches. Not even tables outside the market. We found a corner of the parking lot, and sat on some wood fencing while we ate our sandwiches and I griped about Woodside.

It took me a couple of hours riding after this for it to really sink in why I got so annoyed: I was missing my absolutely favorite part of the ride!

The road out of Woodside was a fast, smooth descent. It felt good to be escaping the town that just did not support my dream. On the way through Hillsborough, we happened upon this wonderfully painted traffic light control box. I really don’t like traffic lights (efficiency?), but if the control boxes are this beautiful, I can make an exception:

Riding past Oracle in the Baylands, I took a wrong turn, and we started winding along the Baylands heading south. We ran into a nice looking little cafe that is part of the library. When we went inside, the person working there was bandaging up a cut hand 🙁 Onwards.

Once we got back on track, we found “Creme Brewlee” – and I loved it. It’s the complete opposite of Woodside: Tables and chairs outside, inexpensive, unpretentious and lots of fun things to refuel on (mini muffins, chocolate filled beignets, coffee, and green tea soy latte for Janeen). We were happy cyclists.

In Paradise? 331 km

We’re on to the third day of riding this week. This ride was shorter, but our legs were feeling tired. Paradise drive (often called the “Paradise Loop” or “Tiburon Loop”) loops around the Tiburon peninsula. It’s a go-to ride for many people who live in SF because it’s scenic, not too long, and generally has fewer cars, stop signs and traffic lights.

This is the first day we’ve left the house with clear skies. It was slightly colder today, but we stopped into a bike clothing store and Janeen bought a “snood” (or “neck gator”): it’s like a scarf you can pull up over your face. The store — Rapha — puts this festive 500 challenge on every year, so it was mobbed with cyclists getting ready to ride out together.

While we were catching a picture in the usual vista point stop, the 30 plus cyclists from the Rapha store rode by, waving.

When driving during this time of year, I have always felt that people are particularly nasty. There’s a big contrast between the ideal for the “season” and the fact that everyone is just trying to deal with all the societal requirements. That’s part of the reason, I think, that so many people love the festive 500 every year; avoid it all and go ride your bike.

Given my experiences driving, last year I was quite worried about how drivers would treat cyclists. But until today, it had been a dramatic opposite: People were courteous, friendly and happy. Today, though, drivers were particularly inattentive: Twice people opened their doors into us without looking. I’ve tried to develop a habit of riding well away from parked cars (out of the “door zone”), so luckily we avoided the doors. But many drivers look at cyclists doing this and get angry: they think we are riding too far into “their” lane.

While I was riding past some parked cars, a car passed me perilously close (within inches). I easily caught up with the car stopped at the next traffic light. When I knocked on the window, the driver opened the window and we discussed why she passed me so close: She felt I was too far away from the curb, and said she’d pulled all the way to the left of the lane when she passed. Don’t worry: There was no swearing or unpleasantness. Some people just don’t get it: She saved no time passing me, and if she’d just bumped me, I’d have been injured and she’d have been responsible.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HdgVcGjzgR4

On the way back from the Tiburon loop, we took an alternative route up Strawberry drive: There’s a very steep section at the beginning, so most people ride it in the other direction only. Janeen was convinced she couldn’t make it, until we got to the top. Even with tired legs.

I feel a bit guilty showing these photos in the middle of winter: No wonder so many people live in Californa.

Arwen gave Janeen some recovery purring time when we got home…

We’re going to take Friday off: Need to let the legs recover a bit. Only 169 km to go!

Riding in the fog to China Camp

It was a chilly start to our second ride in the festive 500. We could see only one of the bridges as we rode out along the Embarcadero.

When we stopped at the usual vista point, the visibility was not quite what it usually is. Can you see SF in the distance? Me neither.

While riding across the Golden Gate bridge, I snapped a selfie (acting like a tourist) just to show how thick the fog was.

While we were getting our bikes ready in the garage this morning, Janeen commented how difficult it would be to change a flat tire if we were riding in a place with snow or freezing temperatures. We may complain about the “cold” or the fog, but we know we really have it easy. There’s been very little rain this year, too.

Maybe that was a jinx? Janeen has only had three flat tires EVER (over 3 1/2 years riding). Last year, I got more than that in one month. And for her previous two, people she was riding with were much too nice and changed the tube for her, so she said she didn’t know how to do it. No time like the present: I took photos and provided coaching. The most difficult part is finding what caused the flat (ie a piece of glass stuck in the tire). The fix was successful; and over ten cyclists asked us if we needed help as they rode by.

Pumping up the tire is the most work, actually, and I did help with that a bit. Lots of people use carbon dioxide cartridges to pump tires: It’s very fast, but you have to carry around these heavy little single use metal tubes.

The fog makes the bike path through the Bothin marsh preserve otherworldly. All the houses on the hills nearby are obscured. Someone has decorated an old tree stump with Hanukkah balls 😉

We noticed the fog start to clear as we passed Larkspur. Then a beautiful blue sky opened up as we rode into China Camp state park.

The oak trees in the park are really beautiful. This park is known for hiking and mountain biking trails. We just ride a loop around it on the road.

On the way home, the fog had cleared. While still chilly, the same marshlands that were shrouded in fog looked totally different:

Almost home: the trees in the Presidio.

When we get home, Bella loves to snuggle while I geek out on the ride data…

Point Reyes Station with heavy clouds: 145km

We woke up to my alarm clock — still dark. The “festive 500” has become an international tradition to ride 500 kilometers between Christmas and New Year. We are trying to complete it this year, so on day one, we planned to bite off a big chunk of it.

Janeen opened the curtains: a bright horizontal crack was forming where the sun should be rising. Even Bella wasn’t up yet. Arwen had her purr turned up to maximum: early breakfast!

I usually don’t drink coffee before a bike ride; but today? I turned on the espresso machine while I filled our water bottles.

We’d expected it to be cold (by SF standards, that is), so bundled up in our warmest cycling clothes before setting out. Riding across the city was peaceful and warmer than expected, with few cars driving, and the streets cleared of many of the parked cars that typically choke our city. The streets felt so wide.

There was no sun, just a dull uniform grey light. The strobes of our headlights flashed the street signs far into the distance.

We rode around the Embarcadero, past the Marina green (where I snapped a selfie) and through Crissy Field. There’s a small sharp climb before getting to the bridge, and I always want to take a picture at the top.

As we rode across the Golden Gate bridge, we looked back over the city to see the sun (still mostly unsuccessfully) trying to seep through gaps in the clouds above. The route up through the towns of southern Marin county leads us through Larkspur — the town that my dad first moved to when he moved to the US. I remember the park at the bottom of the road, hiding below dark redwood trees: My brother and I played there with the neighbors when we came to visit in 1980. I now see it as a very convenient place to stop and use the restroom!

While climbing Camino Alto is quite a warmup, White hill is the first real climb of the day, and we took it at a nice and easy pace. Shortly before the top four cyclists passed us, only to stop in the same parking area we were planning to stop. Everyone was friendly, wishing happy holidays and just enjoying being out on our bikes.

There was almost no wind. As we rode past Nicasio reservoir, the reflections were so clear and smooth that I couldn’t resist stopping to take a photo. Janeen snapped a far better photo of me as I was trying to figure out how to capture the view.

We rode on to Point Reyes. In the summer, there are some nice benches out in the park at the town center and the bike racks filled to capacity; now it was just bare ground. Janeen huddled in a corner watching our bikes while I went into the store to buy burritos. Sadly, no burritos were in the offing, so the woman working at the deli made me a sandwich: “Merry Christmas” she said as she handed me an almost two pound work of art.

Rain started sprinkling around us as we sat shivering on the concrete steps eating our sandwich. Even a cup of coffee and hot chai tea barely took off the chill: Time to get moving. We had been hoping to see some friends who were also riding, but we’d not seen them yet, so we set off south on highway 1 towards Olema.

A steep hill waits right after the town of Olema, and then a fast descent before the cross marin trail — a bike and walking trail that leaves the main road for a few miles heading back towards Lagunitas. Then there’s a long slow climb back up White hill before retracing our tracks through Fairfax.

We stopped at the bottom of the Golden Gate bridge before heading back into the city. No matter the weather, the view here is beautiful. Merry Christmas.

So Shiny

Summer is a time for riding bikes, and not working on the house. But I’ve been chipping away at it a little. I sanded the wood beam and post that are in the space, exposing the wood. I’ll polyurethane it. Nicer than paint.

How d’you like the pink pipe? If you can’t hide it, paint it pink!

My first attempt at resurfacing the concrete floor didn’t go so well: It cracked up badly and it came loose from the concrete below. So I chipped it all out and started over:

Above is the floor after I’ve removed the cracked concrete. Then I re-did the thin layer of repair mortar.

This time, I covered the whole floor in plastic sheeting and left the sheeting on there for two weeks. There was very little cracking this time (just near the edges of the plastic where more air could get in to dry it.) I think, even though it’s supposed to be ‘low shrinkage’, when the top surface dries while the bottom cannot, it makes the mortar want to curl up.

And I finished filling, sanding, and painting the window that looks into the garage.

I went back and forth a lot on what to put on the floor in this space.

My first plan was to get some cheep Pergo flooring, and install a floating floor over a moisture barrier. This would probably be the best approach for a concrete slab that doesn’t have any moisture barrier below it. But headroom in this space is extreeeemly tight for me. Actually, we are now using the ‘garden room’ space as a workout room: I have a bike trainer set up in there. When I sit on my bike, there is about 1/2 inch between the top of my head and the ceiling. If I put in a floating floor, I’d be touching.

So I decided to try using an epoxy coating on the concrete.

Preparation is quite labor intensive. I used a diamond grinder to grind the entire surface of the concrete to make sure it bonds properly. But I’ve learned that you can get a shroud for the grinder, attach it to the HEPA filter vacuum, and it’s almost dustless.

After grinding it, I had to acid etch it, and thoroughly wash the concrete.

You can see the cracks in the old concrete slab showing up clearly when the concrete is wet.

Above left is the garage back room, looking towards the toilet and the garden room. Above right is the toilet room floor.

I filled all the large cracks with acrylic latex caulk. The black parts are where I used an epoxy filler to fill larger holes or feather edges between different concrete pours. Here’s Arwen checking on my work. There’s something about concrete she loves: she’ll walk around a bit, then roll on her back on the concrete purring.

The process of coating the concrete is quite easy. You pour it onto the floor, then use a squeegee to spread it around. After that, you just use a roller to spread it evenly. In the photo above, I’m wearing spike shoes, so I can walk around on the wet epoxy and it doesn’t leave any marks. They are tricky to walk on at first — probably much easier than high heals, but I almost fell at least four times!

Then to get a more interesting patterned surface, and to add a bit of non-skid to the surface, I sprinkled it with a mix of color flakes.

One lesson learned: You have to fill all the cracks, not just the big ones. The epoxy runs into the cracks and they show up very clearly once the epoxy sets. In fact, they are much more visible than before coating the floor. So I filled all the cracks with the same acrylic latex caulk. It was well color matched with the epoxy coating.

Here’s the same area of floor after filling the cracks. Then I did the final clear coat.

It’s shockingly shiny now! The color flakes add a bit of roughness, but I’m really impressed with this stuff.

Bella says the new floor is so clean she could lick it.

Here’s Bella checking on the plants while mole was riding on Zwift.

That’s my bike set up on the trainer, with Zwift loading on the laptop. Initially I got the trainer because I was tired of crashing on wet pavement last winter. But I’ve got hooked: It’s so easy to just go down there and ride for an hour. I don’t have to worry about cars driving erratically, debris on the roads, etc. And I can get a really good workout in just one hour. So even on sunny beautiful days, I’ve been in here riding on the trainer!

A screen capture mole made while riding on Zwift; it’s quite scenic!

In October we went to Portland and had a good time eating vegan food, and attending veg fest.

Of Paint, Guardrails and Plumbing

Well, it’s been summer: a time for bike riding, and not working on the house! I’ve done a bit though.

I managed to put up some of the muntins for the guard railing at the deck. They look really good with the roses, I think!

And I painted the garden room and the garage toilet room.

The garden room primed…

The gas pipe painted pink!

Here’s the garden room with paint.

Now for the trim in the garden room.

I still have a big pile of old wood that I want to re-use, so for the trim in the garden room, I planed and joined it. After all that work, can’t go painting it. Polyurethane!

Here’s some of the joinery I was working on. It would have been much easier if I’d just bought three windows the same size, instead of re-using the old windows from the front!

I think it’s looking really nice, even with the rust marks from old nail holes.

I also finished up the trim around the toilet room window. This time, only the window sill got stripped and stained.

This is the rebuilt window all framed in and ready for the final coat of paint.

Well, I may change my mind and paint some color at some point, but my initial thought was it’s such a tiny space, I’d just paint everything the same semi-gloss white except the window sill. We’ll see once the floor is in.

I also installed the sink in the toilet room. It’s going to be really awkward to use, but saved a lot of plumbing work. One of those things I did to try to take less time, that may bug me later.

Still not plumbed in, but close. The toilet is going to be right next to it on the right. Sigh…

Arwen came to check on my work.

“There’s a bike in the garden room! I’d better sniff the wheel.”

“OK, so while I’m in the garage, let me check out everything else. Hey, yellow cycling shoes!”

“Why is turtle’s workbench such a mess? Hardly any room to walk on it.”

This feels like progress

All of a sudden, work has slowed down a bit, so I’ve had some time to get things moving on the garden room.

I hadn’t quite finished putting the gypsum board on the wall here, because the stem wall bulged out at the base. So I used a concrete grinding wheel to grind it flush. Yes, brick foundations…

Above left is with the corner bead on and above right is after a couple of passes with joint compound.

Next is the project I’ve been procrastinating on for a few years. The window in the toilet room space is badly rotten. Plumbing pipes used to penetrate the wall directly above this window, and rainwater would run down the pipes and into the window. The upper sash has completely disintegrated, the lower one is too rotten to move, and the frame has rotted across the top and down one side. I went far enough to work out drawings and all the dimensions for the replacement window sash, but never made it. In retrospect, it would have probably been better to just buy a new complete replacement window. But this was an interesting challenge in joinery.

Here’s the wood I used: Old wood from the house some place.

Here I’m cutting some of the mortise and tenon joints. The joints at the bottom of the upper sash are a bit like finger joints.

I was quite happy with how it all fit together.

Above left is clamping during glue up. Above right is a detail at the connection of the center muntin to the top rail.

Here’s the fully assembled sash, with glass (don’t worry, I did not paint the sides where it slides.) I managed to save three of the original lites – the other was cracked so I had to use some new glass.

The window frame was also rotten, so I had to remove it and repair it too. It was at this point (after spending a full day making the new sash and another repairing the frame) that I was regretting not just buying a new window!

Well, here’s the window frame re-assembled and repaired (left), and weights and new cord going in. I had to buy two slightly heavier weights. Not sure if the new glass was slightly thicker and heavier, or if these windows were always slightly off balance before (would explain the nail holes in the frame). Anyway, they balance now!

After stripping the paint from the tracks, I waxed them, and hung both sashes in. Then primed and painted all the trim, and we have a completely repaired window. It’s the only remaining fully functioning double hung original window in the house. The previous owners had replaced all the other windows in the house before we bought it. Maybe it’s a good thing I saved it.

In the garden room, instead of veneer plaster, I’d decided to tape and use sandable joint compound. I probably was thinking it would be easier/faster/something than doing plastering. But it’s turned out to be very time consuming and messy. So I plastered the toilet room: One day and it’s done.

The toilet was a tricky space to plaster, because there are pipes sticking out of the wall. The photo above shows the gas pipe at the top left, and a water pipe in the middle.

Here’s how it looked as the plaster was drying the next day. I think I’m going to polish this little piece of pipe, and coat it with sealer.

Still working on the garden room. Here it is after sanding and feathering all the joints and screw locations. Note to self: Sanding overhead is much harder work than plastering.

Oh, and the guard railings for the deck: I stained them with a red-brown transparent stain to protect from UV – no paint. Here they are drying.

One of Bella’s favorite games is watch for water dripping

Mole was trying to dry her umbrella. I think the girls wanted us to turn on the shower.

Large bubble-wrap: fun with claws.

When your neighbor won’t lend you his truck: Tie it to your roof. The trusty ’82 Civic taking a chair to get re-upholstered.

Taking shape

Arwen just loves climbing into bags…

Phew! It’s been a long haul, but I’m starting to get drywall up. That gives some shape to the space:

Getting drywall on the ceiling, and the insulation up, was a major effort. Holding a 4ftx8ft piece of drywall over my head, by myself, while screwing it in was hard enough. But there are no 90 degree angles in this place, so every measurement seemed to be off and I had to lift it into place to test fit multiple times. Ugh.

The “before” photos would have been daytime…

Insulation…

In the toilet room (above right), I added wood into the wall behind where the sink will be (so I have something to screw into).

This is the same view with purple (moisture resistant) drywall installed.

This is looking at the doorway into the toilet on the right, and the door into the garden room on the left.

It’s actually looking like a ‘garden room’…

And the rain continues here in California: We’ve started using the garden room as a workout room. I bought a trainer and mounted my bike to it. Mole even tried it last week – we’re still not very familiar with bike trainers, so it’s been a bit bumpy (but not as bumpy as all the crashes on wet pavement I’ve been having lately).

Headroom is a big problem in this space: there’s none. A big duct runs from the furnace to the outside wall for the kitchen above. I have to walk under this duct. After I hit my head two or three times, it’s usually enough for me to do something about it. I changed the duct from round to flat and thin, so there’s just enough room for me to walk under it without losing more of my remaining limited supply of brain cells.

Here’s the duct installed. You can see bare studs around that will soon have drywall on to make walls…

More views of the space between the garden room and the garage…

Above left is the state of the slab in this space. Needs some work. Above right I’m getting drywall on the “garage back room” (between the garage and the garden room).

The green drywall is also moisture resistant – just a different brand. The photos above are the walls that were bare studs in the duct photo above.

Meanwhile, we are working on the guard railings around the stairs and deck at the back. Above left is mole sanding the pickets. I’ve lost track of how many years it’s been: This is the last unchecked item on my todo list for those stairs.

It wouldn’t be a turtle project without some intricate details. Cedar: I love the smell of it.

We still haven’t decided if we’ll paint it, or use deck stain. I’m leaning to the latter, both because it’s faster, and because it’s sad to cover up this beautiful wood.

Wwwhaaat?

Wwwwhaaaat??

Just wanted to post some photos… Sorry if you thought this was a “real” post. I was goofing around trying to make the photos into an animation, and accidentally posted it!

A soundproofing bookshelf?

This is a huge post – I just never got round to posting. Fear not, there are some cat pics towards the end.

We kept the front room of the downstairs unit for our office. But in this Victorian, as in most, the front room is connected to a second front room with double sliding doors. The double doors do not seal any noise between the rooms – you can clearly hear everything in the adjoining room. Now that the second front room will be a bedroom, we had to come up with a way to provide some sound privacy: A built-in bookshelf.

Here are pictures of all the clamping and drilling…

I built the shelf in three pieces, because the door opening is so large that a single shelf would have been too tall to stand up in the garage, and would have been really difficult to move around (it wouldn’t have fit through the front door!) The design is two tall bookshelves above, and a slightly deeper cabinet at the base. The photo above is the piece of wood that joins the top and bottom part. Because I’m using plywood, I either mitered exposed edges, or glued solid wood to the edges.

This is the base cabinet all assembled.

And here are the bookshelves.

Then I stained and varnished everything to match the wood doors in the living room. The car gets to be outside for a while.

The base cabinet will have doors on the front. I made these from the remaining scraps of the plywood sheets.

Here’s a detail I’m particularly proud of. The doors are made from plywood, so I made decorative molding to glue into the edge around the panel.

An engineering problem: How to hold the bookshelves in place, without damaging the beautiful wood pocket doors. I made metal brackets that fit into the gap between the doors and the pocket in the wall. These I wrapped with fabric, and one leg slides into the gap, the second side screws to the side of the bookshelves. I’ll cover this with some wood trim attached to the side of the book case.

The sound insulating material went against the doors, but how to hold it in place while I assembled the book case? The solution: I cut drywall to fit tight into the space, and glued the sound insulating material to it with double sided carpet tape. The drywall serves to hold everything in place, and also adds to the sound absorption.

Here’s the book case almost complete. Still needs the doors on the bottom, and the trim around the outside to close the gap. But it’s working quite well to insulate sound. It’s not perfect, but enough to muffle sound between the two rooms.

Here are the doors with stain and two coats of varnish. One to go.

Oh, and what else? Yes, the “garden room” work.

Here are some photos of plumbing work preparing for a sink.

This the the plumbing for the space that will be the toilet. Beautiful.

The concrete in the garden room is a total mess. Here I’ve chipped and ground down concrete that was too high, and I need to fill in where there are holes.

The left side is after filling in the holes. But the floor still slopes, so I added a skim coat of leveling mortar to level the floor.

That’s me. Poor back.

The concrete in the area that I tore up the wood floor was extremely degraded. It was rough, and would dust every time I brushed it. So I coated the whole floor with a layer of non-shrink repair mortar. I had a great time doing it: Felt just like doing plaster.

It looked really great until it started to dry…

There must have been something wrong with one of the bags of repair mortar, or it may have reacted badly to the old concrete. But instead of being low-shrinkage, on about half the floor it shrunk like mud in a desert. Cracks everywhere.

Here I’m adding the wall to make the space for the toilet room. Yes, I still need to repair the window.

The old plumbing that used to come through here caused this wall, and the window next to it, to rot badly. So I repaired the wall. Above right is before I put in the new wall framing.

This is the repaired wall. I used mostly scraps – trying to use up the huge pile of wood I have stashed in the garage. Now I need to get the wiring in.

Arwen came to inspect my work.

“Hmm, good level concrete. Let me check the flatness…”

“Prrrfect for rolling on.”