After careful study

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After a month of careful intense study I have come to the conclusion that cottontail and jackrabbit do not understand English. Keep out of the mint, don’t eat the prickly pears and stay away from the roses fall on deaf ears.

Tore Up

Sometimes you just have to tear things up and start fresh, or almost fresh. Things were not level the heat popped out the nails and screws just stopped co_operating halfway in.
So I did the the only thing I could. I tore up the floor and rebalanced it. Now all that measuring and leveling had no effect on the floor. Actually I don’t thing they effected anything other than to increase my frustration and stress levels.

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Starting the destruction mode.

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Then on to the reconstruction. No levels in sight. I leveled off the space filling in needed support the gently placed the panel down. After placing 3 I walked all over shifting weight and balance. If nothing moved I went on to add another until every thing lay quite and still. Somehow there is a strip of space 2 1/2″ -3″ & 4′ long that has to be filled in. But it is all good.
I had thought I would be putting up the rim today but guess that will be tomorrow. I need to nail the boards into place and measure the circumference for the rim.
Yes, I said measure.

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Pissed Off

At first I was hurt but now I am just a little pissed off. My neighbor brought her boyfriend around to see my project. He spent 10 years building what was called his plywood house and has never been finished. Supposedly he is an expert builder.
They come over and she starts acting like the “dumb” female which perhaps you can get away with at 21 but a 60plus retired teacher is just becomes annoying.
They inspect my platform and look around the property making judgements not what I agreed to hosting. I think she wanted to show off her “goodlooking” friend. A few hours after they left knowing better but doing it anyway, I called to see if the expert builder had any opinion on my platform. His comment was, ” hope it doesn’t blow away in the wind.”
I knew I shouldn’t have asked and felt hurt but after awhile I text her saying if he had a suggestion to make it more wind resistant to let me know. I never heard back and really don’t care to. See I am in the pissed off stage.
After putting on a coat of paint I took a break to go to the library. When I returned I checked the foundation. It has not moved. It may not look as neat and tidy as a licenced

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contractor builder but it is strong. 
She got stuck on the water around the washing machine and how that would attract mosquitoes. I tried explaining I was changing hoses and I don’t plan on breeding mosquitoes. But she was busy playing dumb and got stuck on stuck.
Here it is painted. Tomorrow I will add on the needed extra 2 feet and start the circular rim.

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I don’t understand why a woman feels the need to act dumb around a man nor why if you criticize something you can’t offer a remedy.
I have gone this far without any help I can finish without help.

Why Measure

I can’t recall how many times I have measured and remeasured. I have finally gotten to the inside floor the platform and rim.
Once again I am standing here wondering why I measured and leveled. Nothing is level after adding insulation and tar paper. I have no idea why or how it has changed.
First brilliant idea is to use the planks I bought for floor as a sun shaped support system. I measure 8’2″ to create a circumference of 16’4″.

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I do the pencil on a string to create a circle. Parts of the circle extend past the platform, which I expected. A number of boards will have to be cut.
Let’s find center an a scrap of 2×4 makes a t for length and width. Not sure how but of course it is not centered but it works.

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As I rearrange the boards it is obvious nothing is even or level. I add a board here a 2×2 or 4×4 there and a 1×6 over there. Somehow this is working out just fine.

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Placing the osb board on top all is level. I had the boards cut into 4′ squares for ease of handling.
The next idea is to expose some of the nice boards between the panels.

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Since I did not prep plan there is no exact pattern.

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I am very happy with the results. I need to have one piece cut into two 16″ panels and I can secure everything down.
Some of you may remember my paper bag floor. The plan is to do that on the panels and stain the wide boards.
Since the yurt is authentic Mongolian I will paint a dragon on the tree of life for the entrance and still undecided as to what will be in the center. The blue wolf and bear are traditional totems, or the eyes of Buddha, or perhaps an om symbol. Well, there is till time for all that.

No Artist Should

Now I am not speaking about all the designers or computer generated etc. But the artist I mention will recognize ourself. No artist should be made to measure, be accurate to a point or deal with rulers. That is all for a different sort.
I measured and placed rocks. I measured again and hammered in stakes. I put in a center stake and measured again using the cord method.
As I am sure you have guessed each circle was different.
Therefore: No artist should be made to measure, use a ruler, deal with numbers or be accurate to a decimal.

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Rough day at the Aluminum Can

Rough day
So here is me whining. It all started last night. Once again I learned to listen to my intuition.
As I walked to the wood pile a warning flashed. Be careful the wood has nails!
It sure does. I gently felt one push its way up through the sole of my boots, sock and into my foot. The warning was there I just didn’t listen. On the other side I was ready it just broke the skin, more bruise than blood. I have had a tetanus shot, and use doterra essential oils. After washing the puncture with on guard soap I put melaleuca oil on and then Correct X. By morning it was fairly invisible.
The night wasn’t over.
Feeling I needed a little comfort I poured a cup of sangria. Seeing a black widow I put the cup down next to my open MacBook. The warning passed through my head but I had to smash the spider. Yep, the wine spilled. I thought I wiped it up until 10 minutes later the computer crashed. There was a puddle under the base. Finally after on off crashing the computer got working. I thought about using a hair dryer on it but since the electric wiring was fixed this morning and I didn’t want the computer turning off I left it.
This morning the computer still worked but the keyboard didn’t. My brilliant daughter said it was likely still wet and being daylight I used the dryer. It worked. Only 0,9,l and cursor arrows didn’t work. I thought I would give it one more blast before I left. In one second I melted 4 keys and they still don’t work.
Only thing to do:lock the door and go to town. Visiting my friend’s store.
The day ended with with me being offered a part time job. A fun job.
So I am excited and frustrated because now posts need to be made via smartphone.

Really?

In the middle of the night the heat switched off. Too cold and dark to do anything so I snuggled under the blankets until sunrise.
I’m not a big fan of electricity having been struck by lightening and a second time standing in water as electric current ran through it and me.
So here I am flipping switches to no avail. I walk around the place until i find another box at a right angle so it is impossible to see inside and caged up behind chicken wire and mesh. I rip that apart and see a switch. Can’t tell what it might control but I flip it on and off a few times.
Returning inside I mess with the circuit breaker some more. Finally get power and start the mini Mr. coffee. Power goes off. Walk outside to the power pole and look at it for awhile. Definitely NOT going to pull that handel!
Repeat earlier actions off on on off walk away and repeat. Something seems to have worked and a light bulb stays on for a few minutes.
Off the DMV to exchange my license and tags. A 30 mile drive easy road. Only to find out i forgot to bring my passport drive back get passport but can’t find title. Drive 40 miles in the other direction to the “big city” thinking they might be able to communicate via internet about the title. No luck. The photobooth is broken so no license pictures can be taken and no I must get the title.
Back the 40 plus 10 to the library to use a computer to print a form. It will be $35 for the title and $9 to process.
Well, at least I accomplished something I got a form and books to read.
Back at the house i figure I really need to accomplish something today. So I fill the bed of the truck with some of the trash the previous owner left me. I drive to the dump or refuse recycling service, only to find the gate being locked. It is 3:05 of course it closes at 3 pm. He smiled and told me to come back at 7:30 am. So i drive back home with a truck full of trash.
I am beginning to worry about the broken mirror. Do you think it has anything to do with today?

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