Money for nothin’

There’s a slow rolling environmental disaster occurring in Blackhawk County, IA where I live… The Emerald Ash Borer is boring its way through the heavily populated Ash trees that grow in this region, and sadly, my yard had its fair share of those large trees. The Borer digs into the tree weakening it, which eventually results in the tree’s denouement.

Fallen Ash tree in my yard…

Besides the loss of the beauty that the Ash tree lends to the landscape, the tree itself, when compromised, can be downright deadly. If you’ve ever seen a full size tree fall, there’s no warning and it falls immediately with the full force of gravity. A full grown tree is quite heavy and will kill or crush anything in its downward path. As you will note in the photo to the right, we had one unexpectedly drop a few years ago. Fortunately, it did not hit my house or my neighbors, but took out some new expensive landscaping that we put in the season before and destroyed a perfectly good Oak tree as it fell. Finally, it was an expensive clean up.

Not dead, but mostly dead…

With some anxiety Nettie and I recently concluded that the remaining two Ash trees that dominate spaces in both the front and back yards were dying from the Borer invasion. The typical symptoms of sparse vegetation at the top and new odd sized green shoots emanating from the lower portion of the tree convinced us that those two trees had to get got as soon as practical for safety reasons.

So, I took some bids from tree removal companies. Because Ash trees are dying all over the county, the tree guys have more work than they can say grace over, and they can charge whatever the market will bear.

The first tree guy I spoke to we had used before and his pricing was, in the past, reasonable; however, this time his pricing was almost double from last year… See what I mean about what the market will bear? In the end, we could not use him because he cuts strictly from a cherry picker truck and our tree in the back was inaccessible to him. He informed me that we needed a “climber” to get the tree in the backyard.

So, I took two more quotes. The first quote was really depressing as he wanted many, several thousands of dollars. The next guy also wanted thousands of dollars but he was at least two thousand less than the previous guy! I shook hands on the deal with the second guy and his company Twin City Tree Service would do the job.

The wood chipper arrives…

The tree guys finally arrived yesterday after weeks and weeks of waiting. Being retired, I was around for most of the action. They were a professional group, all wearing company t-shirts, hard hats and with three trucks full of equipment.

As you can see below, they used a portable platform to get up into the heights of the tree and methodically whittle it down. Then the tree was dismembered and the remains hauled away. I am not sure what happens to the wood, but a lot of solid bodied electric guitars could have been made from those trees.

It was very nice in that the wood hauler used rubber tracks instead of wheels which was much easier on my grass. The final step in the process besides fine cleanup was the grinding down of the stumps, which can be seen below. It was a pro job with the use of curtains to limit the spread of the ground chips.

Grinding down the stump.

Twin City did a great job, but in the end as the title of this entry states, it was “Money for Nothin'” as Nettie and I poured several thousands of dollars into a process that left nothing but a slight depression in the yard. I will miss those trees but I’m glad they’re gone and the worry along with them…

An Indispensable Companion…

I retired recently, which is several years before my wife, Annette plans to do the same. So most mornings she packs off the university to do her good work as an academic unit director. For me the house goes instantly quiet, which would be a bit unsettling were it not for my constant companion, my dog Nike…

Since my childhood, I’ve always had a dog or two around. In fact, I could not imagine life without a dog… I’m a dog person… I’ve had cats too and they’re fine; however, every cat I’ve ever owned has gone bad, soiling the house… No more cats…

Of the several dogs I’ve had live with me, some have been excellent, but Nike by far is the best dog I’ve ever been involved with. Indeed, as I was writing this piece she interrupted so that I would let her in the house from the backyard and then she promptly jumped onto my lap. She is a most attentive creature.

Nike is a Brittany. As her breed suggests, her gene pool was refined in the French province of the same name. At one time they were referred to as Brittany Spaniels; however, some years ago the AKC decided they were different enough from their Spaniel cousins to drop the designation. Now they are just plain Brittanies. Brittanies were bred to be hunting dogs, specializing in pointing and retrieving game birds. The characteristics required to be an excellent “gun dog” include toughness, endless energy, and intellect. Nike possesses all those characteristics in spades. She is the brightest dog I’ve ever taken into my life. In fact, she’s scary bright. Very little gets by her, she’s exceptionally attentive to her people and quite demanding too. When it’s time for her long evening walk, she will let it be known with a verbal lecture.

as a pup on the hunt…

Like most dogs too, she can be a pain in the ass at times… Stealing food from the kitchen counter, seeking attention by dragging out underwear from the dirty clothes basket, or excavating the yard. Nevertheless, taken in balance Nike is an indispensable companion and member of the family.

I do not hunt, so Nike does not get to express her instinctual gifts in the field, but she compensates… She roams a nicely sized yard bound by an “invisible dog fence” which gives her the freedom to police her kingdom. Living adjacent to the woods, there is enough wildlife activity to keep her in Defcon 1 mode most of the time. In fact, as sweet as she is to our family, Nike is a stone cold killer. She’s recently bagged three ground hogs, two of which I was able to save, and just the other day while Annette and I were sitting on the back porch, she nailed a big fat squirrel and dispatched it before I could intercede!

Fact is, she’s becoming a much more effective hunter over time. She studies the behavior of rabbits, ground hogs, birds and squirrels like a Talmudic scholar and knows intuitively when they make a mistake and expose themselves. Like a P51 Mustang fighter plane going after a Japanese Zero, she goes in high and fast and makes the kill… It’s a bit unnerving but I love that dog and she keeps me good company.

Stayin’ Alive

“You know it’s alright, it’s okay
I’ll live to see another day…” Bee Gees

When you get to retirement age, like I am, it’s fun when you’re healthy, and you want to stretch that time of life out as far as you can, but it takes work… as you get older, there is less margin for error… it’s bad form to let yourself go as it’s much harder to claw your way back to a healthy level of fitness… On the other hand, moderation is important too… don’t want to injure joints or give yourself a myocardial infarction…

Stayin’ Alive takes time to maintain fitness, and luck to keep away the “undertoad” that can drag you away into a riptide of no return. So you do what you can… try to eat healthy and control your body weight, especially if you have a history of diabetes in your family… ugh… In the end, Stayin’ Alive means staying active… i.e. exercising…

Awesome hydro-massage bed…

During the non-ice/snow season in Iowa, cycling and long evening dog walks are helpful. Year round, going to the gym three days a week, I think, is essential. Most larger towns have gyms available for membership, and one of the great deals is Planet Fitness, or as I call it The Planet… It’s hard to beat… I think entry membership is around $10 and then there’s the Blackcard membership that I have which is an agreeable $20 per month. The Blackcard allows me to bring a guest like my wife or son, let’s me use Planets in other cities, which I’ve done, and gives me access to tanning booths, which are dangerous and stupid to use, but also gives me access to the hydro-massage beds which are awesome and a great way to end a workout!

Another really nice thing about The Planet is that it actively seeks members from all walks of life… It is definitely not a rhoided-up, muscle head joint, with grunting and weight slamming… there are other places in town for that… The Planet frowns upon such unruly muscle head behavior… it’s really quite civilized…

So, if you’re like me and want to stay one step ahead of the grim reaper, meet me at The Planet! There’s treadmills, cycles and ellipticals for cardio stuff… free weights and all sorts of machines for muscle and bone health… Lots of helpful people too… See you there…

A new road… or the end of the road…

Prairie Thistle… beautiful but prickly…

I am frequently asked two things in my early days of retirement:

1) What are you going to do with yourself;
2) How’s retirement treating you?

Both questions probe into the existential nature of what to do with the gift of time after devoting so much of it to a lifetime of work. The answer, within the boundaries of available resources and personal responsibilities is that “I will do whatever I want, whenever I want…”

That said, retirement is as I see it, an open playing field to accomplish as much or little as desired… One of the purposes of this weblog is help me focus and reflect on how best to take advantage of this open playing field. The headings in the weblog menu speak to my initial interests, which include music (guitars of varying type), digital photography, reading, and perhaps in the dead of Iowa winter, scale model building (usually WWII Allied aircraft). Though not listed, a considerable amount of time is devoted to maintaining physical fitness to perhaps extend and enhance the quality of my time before the end of the road…

I invite you to come along with me on this journey by reading and commenting if you wish…