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January, 2016



California...


 
...maybe the land of 'fruits and nuts' but if you look outside your snowy window, you should remember that at this time of the year, it feeds you and a good chunk of the rest of the continent.

  Kami and Mr. wonderful


Yea, I know. This is not exactly the look of a daughter who is miserable with her young man Jeremy, who was introduced to her mom and dad for the first time. Janice and I drove to Los  Angeles for a week end to meet him when Kami was in town from New Orleans to work on a TV production. Jeremy also works in the movie business accounting for the finances of the hundreds of workers toiling on set. While we gave him two thumbs up, we have a feeling that they will be inseparable regardless.

I Promise

30 years ago..., OK 32 years ago if you want to get technical about it, Janice and I bought our property in California while we were still engaged. At the time we made plans to develop it as much as possible with the goal of turning it into a mini Golden Gate Park. Swimming pools here, orchards there, helicopter landing pads, gazebos, whatever. The whole Mary Ann and a bag of chips.

The kids would laugh when we would add to the 100+ item list of things we kept for dad to build, add, improve or fix. Then, Janice would add 3 new items for every one I got done. At the time, she asked me how long I thought it would take to finish developing the property. I naively told her "about 10 years". Meanwhile, no one told me we would be adding two other homes, each with their own 100+ item list of things for me to do also.

Be that as it may, I knocked one off the list this month by finishing phase 1 of the 3 decks we have planed for 3 decades. We made a big push forward towards it last year when we were here, by installing a see through 2 sided fireplace in a new stacked stone wall. That is, a fireplace that is open to the sunken living room inside the house as well as from the deck I was to built outside .

Then, two days before we left for France last year, we came across a piece of art that we could not live without. We seem to have a way of 'discovering' things at the last moment prior to leaving the home we are at, that we acquire and store for next years project. In this case it was 'Inspiration'. No, not an inspiration, but an original Sherri Hardthalae bronze sculpture called 'Inspiration" that was just crying to be the focal piece on our deck.

This in turn called for a deck worthy of featuring her, so we opted for Brazilian Koa, commonly known as Tigerwood because of its exotic striped wood grain. Her raised pedestal is a slate stone, capped in copper. The pedestal itself is surrounded by a trough that contains about 4" of water. The purpose of the water is to allow the bubbles from a submerged gas line perforated with hundreds of tiny holes to ignite on the waters surface, creating a 'fire on water' effect, surrounding her pedestal with fire. A great way to 'light her up'.

Back in the day, it took me a year to get my California pyrotechnics license to be allowed to perform with fire and special effects on stage for our show. ( It was the fire in 'Starfire') Now, I couldn't resist adding this touch.

OK, so this is how to build a deck in 4 easy steps ....

First, dig a few holes and fill them with cement...

Then, lay a few sticks for a foundation...

 Add a couple of joists...


Build a simple pedestal...

...and, Ta-Da!



 Pots before plants arrived



An honest days work for you maybe, but 2 full months work for us slow, lazy guys. Some friends asked me how long it would take to build this when I first started. "How long", I asked? "How should I know? What do I look like, a freaking contractor? Lets lower our expectations, cowboys. I am just a guy with a rusty hammer."



The  video above is the outside view of the two sided fireplace. The stacked stone wall was last years project with an eye to finishing the deck this year.




This is the inside view 


All kidding aside, it is fair to wonder why do so much in such a short time here instead of just goofing around. The fact is that this is not the kind of project you can do part of this year and finish it next year. We make the house available to others when we are gone and having someone fall through an unfinished deck would not have a good outcome. Besides, the sun would make wood laid at different times look goofy. No, its the kind of project that you are either all in for the duration or you are out.


 Moving right along...


Our place is the first one on the right 

As we go to press, we have flown the coop (the bills were beginning to pile up) and have arrived at our new villa in France. For the geographically challenged, the French Riviera where are are now located is at the bottom of the map of France, kinda between Italy and Spain, about an hour from the Principality of Monaco.




We wrote last May that we bought the villa, sold our house in Brittany and moved lock, stock and barrel within 30 days. More precisely, we signed a contract to buy the villa at the time but the funds and final signatures only changed hands this past month. Meanwhile, we were permitted to store all of our worldly French possessions in the house in the boxes we had moved them in. 

So, upon our arrival this month, we walked in the front door after some 27 hours of travel to have nary a clue where anything was, most importantly...our bed. Just because our careful inventory said 'box 76, sheets and pillows' doesn't meant you have a hope in heaven of finding box 76 in the first few days.

We had the good fortune of meeting our neighbors at the time of purchase, who generously picked us up at the airport, brought us home and put us up for several days while we sorted through the piles of boxes to establish a beachhead in organizing our life in our new home.

Janice, of course, is dying to get busy decorating the place while we are still trying to get phone, Internet and satellite service. Once settled, we  began the task that awaited us and the reason we arrived 3 weeks earlier than normal. We may have built our home in California from scratch, did huge remodeling of our home in Brittany and saved our Cabin in Canada from an imminent tear down but this project is much more than a remodel but somewhat less that a new build. 

The ground floor is pretty much turn key but the truth is that there is nothing to remodel on the garden level of the house as it is little more than a concrete bunker. It has cement walls and ceilings, with plumbing and electrical needing a total makeover. Furniture? Yea, that too. Thus was the price for us to acquire this sized oceanfront property on the Med. We are gladly paying it. 

Again, most have thought and some have said that it is silly to spend some much time and effort working our buns off on these home improvements. The way we see it is that it is a relatively short term investment that has- and will- pay off for years for our own enjoyment - and financially - with no further effort on our part. Frankly, we are so excited over the potential we see here that we could pee our pants.








 

December, 2015


Thanksgiving

Most of the gang
We took 11 days off to drive up to see many of the kids and grand kids in Washington state this year, a 2,400 mile (3,900 km) round trip. We took my favorite mother in law (lighten up on the mother-in-law jokes guys, she really is) with us to a beautiful 4 bedroom Victorian house we rented nearby to use as a home base while we spent the days with the grand children. 

Joining us from across the state was daughter Cassie with her two kids and son Wesley who drove from Idaho.
Meanwhile, daughter Amy and husband Vance and their 5 of 6 children hosted a fantastic Thanksgiving dinner for the stars in their home for the lot of us.

"Can you do this, grandpa?" A week of this and I needed a drink as I was ready to climb the walls too.

Aside from the tea parties with the girls and smashing things with toy tools with the boys, we went go carting and to the movies to celebrate birthdays. My son-in-law even took me out skeet shooting. It was my first time but I still offered to give him a few tips once I figured out the basics. Offering to teach him things I have never done but he has is one of the many things he loves about me. 



An update of sorts

Last month I wrote about this little deck I was building. Since we have arrived in October, I have spent 6 weeks on it and this is how far I have come. I have 23 days till we leave so I guess I better get it in gear.







The most boring job in California?

Weather forecaster

God, I love this place. 

November, 2015



This wedding was performed using my plane as the backdrop in the airport hangar where it is stored in Canada. I am not sure about seeing the back of the bride's head part but I was not the photographer or the wedding planner. In fact, I was not even there. What I do know is that is MY plane and they better not have used it to become members of the mile high club on their honeymoon ;)

The month in review

One of the facts about owning property is that things often have to be done on a large scale. Something as simple as a driveway for instance. There comes a time in every driveways life where it needs more than TLC, but a full blown heart transplant. Ours had met it's maker.

I was  told we could expect 20 years out of it, but at age 30 it was due for resurfacing 10 years ago. It had not become a pothole ridden abomination but was circling the drain, if you know what I mean. Finally, we decided that enough was enough and that we had to bite the bullet. 



At 600 feet in length (200 M) and a 4000 sf (400 sq m) parking area, it was a 10,000 sq ft (1000 sq m) bullet to bite. The bad news was that we had to spend a good part of our children's inheritance to get it done. Having just a little left over, we blew the rest on the construction of a 500 sf (50 sm) deck, the first phase of 3. The other two are scheduled to be larger but built over the next two seasons we are home.

The good news is that we trust the kids will be proud of us for having spent their money so wisely. 



We were told to keep cars off the driveway for a few days for it to cure, so we thought...why be subtle?

He's the man!

I know I am often (OK, almost always) working on a project or two, but a little known fact is how much I rely on buddies I have who know what the heck they are doing. I usually do almost all the work but the secret is surrounding yourself with smarter people than you that make you look good. Here, that buddy is my friend Barry. 

Our friendship goes way back to the days he joined our cast of merry men, stage managing our evening stage show. His background is construction but his skill set goes way beyond into a myriad of areas. His help then was not only in building some of the illusion props for our show, but in a variety of technical areas of sound, lights and special effects. To cut to the chase, he was largely the brains behind the operation to make us look good.

Barry: top right

Since those days are over, he has helped me navigate through some tricky projects here at home. I have done a fair amount of building but have always relied on others expertise to make sure  that I not only build things to code, but that I end up with a quality result. 


"Why do I have to dig all these holes?"
"So you can fill them with cement"
  "Oh...."
This month, I have gotten knee deep (literally) into this new project that seriously needs to be finished in the next 7 weeks or I am in deep doo-doo. Barry told me that it was a typical Laprade project in that he could not have designed a more complicated one if he tried. It's not my fault really, it comes from the voices in my head... Sometimes I feel like I am working on the Winchester house. ***

We shortened our stay here this year by 3 weeks to extend our time in France as we have so much work to do to our new villa there (do they make medications for this condition?)



Meanwhile, I dug 35 footings, mixed and poured 75 bags of cement (just over two tons) with about another 20 bags or about a half ton to go. Then, I framed the sub structure. There will surely be more to be said next month.


"Is this your idea of a straight cut?"


I have been at it for a month and so far, Janice is not impressed. She says the boards are too far apart and people will fall through. "Besides", she says, at the rate I am going  I won't be finished before the second coming. I better pick up the pace or she will hire a competent contractor and force me to just hang out at the beach. (!)


***The Winchester Mystery House is a mansion up the road from us in San Jose which was once the residence of the owner of the world famous Winchester rifle company. His widow had a construction crew working 24 hours a day for years in the belief it would ward off evil spirits. 

Carpenters were hired and worked on the house day and night until her death. It became a seven story mansion built without an architect or plans and featured staircases that led nowhere and windows that faced interior walls.

 Cassie and Dr. Destructo

This month, we had the pleasure of a 48 hour visit by daughter #4 and her little fireman. Cassie was in town for some specialized dental work so we got the bonus of seeing the little man. His visit was much like a tornado. Short in duration, but still capable of doing a lot of damage.



Ryan, stocking up on all the important food groups.











October, 2015

Photo: Ian Coristine  www.1000islandsphotoart.com
Click on any image once to enlarge
This is the look of sadness. Honey Bee Island 24 hours before we leave for the season. Boats and jet skis all pulled and stored for the brutal winter. Only the aluminum runabout and the canoe remain for the getaway. Giant flower pots at the main dock at left now all gone, with blue tarps over their frames for the winter. 

Close up of the pic above

The white floating flower boat is upside down on the hammock deck in the foreground, with the BBQ wrapped in a blue tarp behind it. Worse: no plane on the aircraft carrier at far right. The cabin? It's there, barely visible behind the trees. Isn't great to have a friend with a great camera who has access to helicopters?


Then again, this is the look of happiness. Home in California for the best part of the year.


An apology is owed 


Last month I inadvertently sent out our little newsletter with the entire list of recipients in the 'TO' box instead of in the 'BCC' box of the outgoing mail. 

My bad. 
It was immediately brought to my attention and I am sorry for this lack of attention to detail. I know that some folks don't care but I know I am annoyed when I receive a broadcasted message with my email address exposed to others that I don't know. It's hard enough having safe...eh...'computing' without being exposed to others STD's. (Stupid Transmission Decisions)
 
The view from the cockpit




It happened again. Another 'come what may' daredevil wanted to throw caution to the wind and climb into the back seat for a ride on the magic carpet. Kim is an old friend who, once a year, publishes a great magazine about the Thousand Islands. She jumps at every opportunity to get great pics from the air whenever she can. If this keeps up, I may have to start an airline to keep up with demand.


Well, its over. All done flying for 8 months. It was a spectacular season and I will pick it all up when we return on June 1. Meanwhile, 244 days of peace and quiet for you with no blah, blah, blah about silly airplanes.

Stay warm baby, and see you in June.

Besides flying, I have been working on my docking skills and I think I finally have it down pat as seen on the video below....


There goes the neighborhood!
 

Cindy Crawford has purchased an island cottage in the Thousand Islands and is seen here cruising the neighborhood with her kids.


The transition

11 years ago when we started this schizophrenic lifestyle, we had a friend who told us we would tire of it in 6 months. It has now been over 30 transitions, every 4 months since, and we just can't get enough of it. Friends were recently asking us if we were anxious to get back home to California and the truth is that while we were well aware of how many days remained until we left the island, I didn't get my head into my 'California mode'  until the day of our departure.

Boarding the plane, island life was all behind me and I was in full 'OK, the first thing I need to do when we get back is... then I need to....' I have given up thinking we won't ever have a huge project awaiting us wherever we land but I am focused on making sure there is leisure time also. Flying takes care of that at the Island, California is nothing but sun, sand and surf while France offers wine, bread and travel opportunities galore.

The big projects are important to us for many reasons. One is that I am only going to be around for another 50 years to enjoy them so we want to make our homes as pleasant as we can for the duration but the other is that it satisfies a creative streak. 

Remember that for 30 years, a good day at the office for me was preventing two homosexuals from killing each other in some twisted love triangle or stopping drugs from getting into the prison...not exactly 'creative', so these projects do give one a sense of accomplishment.  

Still, our transitions are not all a cake walk. Leaving the island for instance, requires eating ourselves out of the freezer in the last days, then donating to friends or the local food pantry any remaining supplies. Anything already opened gets tossed. The next day, we fly 3 to 6,000 miles away and stop at the local supermarket and drop $500. to restock the fridge, freezer and pantry of everything we just got rid of the day before. Everything from mustard, mayonnaise, ketchup, salad dressing, to tin foil has to be purchased. Think everything..

It's the price of doing business, 3 times a year.

Ready, set, GO! 

OK, we have been home 12 hours now, so no more goofing around. It's time to get things into high gear. After stocking up, it was time to get things in order around here. A friend who is also our property manager does a great job during our absence but clearly cannot spend the time we do in bringing everything up to snuff as we do when we return from an 8 month hiatus. 

First order of business: tame and clean up the landscaping. We refuse to start anything 'new' until what we have is working right and looking its best. 
Cleaning up the Redwood root, a 6 ton piece of landscape art.
We found this beast in Northern California years ago in a field with a goat tethered to it. It had been recovered from the bottom of a river bank and we brought it back over the Golden Gate bridge on a flatbed truck. Then, we had a crane awaiting us at our end to put it on the base we had prepared for it.



My Mexican landscaper. Oh wait! It's Janice.


Show and tell
Fifteen years ago, we had a 3/4" thick (2cm), custom 'hand chipped' edge glass table top made for our dining room table. As things went, the artist miscalculated and it was a little too small so he had to make a new one. Never one to miss an opportunity, I offered him a deal he could not refuse for the first one as it would be of no use to him and we had an idea as to how we could use it. It has been stored in my workshop ever since, waiting for the day it's turn would come up in my wife's endless list of projects for me to tackle.

Then, two years ago, I forged (both literally at the blacksmith forge in France and figuratively from a picture Janice found online) the metal base for a picnic table we needed at home in California. It consisted of two supports, one at each end of the table, with an exotic African Mahogany hardwood frame between them. The plan was to finally use the glass table top that has been stored all these years.

Returning back to North America at that time, I brought one 50 pound (23 Kilos) end of the two metal bases back with us from France to the island, then on to California 4 months later when we returned home as it was the exact weight limit allowed us when we fly.

A friend in France who was planning to come visit last Christmas was to bring the other half but his trip got cancelled. So, last May, we brought the second half of the two 50 pound bases, first to the island for the summer, then on to California last month.


It may have been a 15 year odyssey of sorts and ten's of thousands of miles traveled but all good things come to those who wait....patiently. It's good to always have something special in the project hopper and we have a bunch of them everywhere we live. It's what gets us going every day.