A Visit to the Local ER

          It was 10 o’clock, June 14, 2021. Anne and I were watching TV. I got up to fetch a snack from the kitchen. As I was collecting my treat, I noticed that my hand wouldn’t reach out in the time sequence with the commands that my mind was issuing for it. My hand seemed to just hover near the plate. That’s odd.

I got goodies gathered and I began my walk back to the TV room. My gait might have had the appearance of someone returning late from an outing at the pub. I was aware of my bipedal instability. When I reached the two-steps, which lead to the TV room, I carefully raised a foot to the first step. As I transitioned lifting energy to the foot, I lost my balance. I fell backward onto the living room carpet.

Things clattered, but I was uninjured. Try as I may, I could not make my body roll over. I was trying to get to my knees so that I could rise to the sofa. Anne rushed to my side. I explained to her what had happened. She encouraged me not to try to move.

Whoa! Play what I had just said back again. I doubt that I could mimic the vocal chaos that had been spewed out as normal Rob dialog. My ears had heard it all. It had been the sounds of what a parent would hear when the infant first slobbers its tongue around while making noises. Naturally, one parent will say to the other, “Oh, listen to what our baby is trying to say. Isn’t that adorable?”

Anne kept trying to keep me down. I kept trying to get to my knees. She had called Chris to the house. During the next several minutes, I succeeded. I sat on the couch, where I could watch the loving concern being spent over what had just happened. 

Within a few minutes, I was able to stand and to walk. My speech had returned to normal. We buckled into the Honda, and Chris drove us to the Rogue Regency Hospital, Asante, ER. The tale of my episode was told two or three times to different ER staff members. I eventually was admitted. I was wheel-chaired to ER Room 5.

My first instruction was to strip down, and to slip into an open back gown. Then, I was helped onto the gurney, aka bed, and I was made comfortable. One cannot be in a hospital ER unless he is attached to electronic machinery. A technician wheeled a cart into the room. From the cart, he collected a handful of black tags. Each tag had a peel-off sticker. The technician stuck tags all over my chest. The tags were connected to different colored wires.

These wires fed a large plug that was drawn out through a hole in the front of the gown. Hanging off the wall near the head of the gurney was a video monitor. An array of button, and knob cluttered small pieces of hardware shared space with the monitor. A cable came from this cluster. The cable mated with my chest-fed plug. A lone wire came from the cluster. This one held the finger clip, oxygen level monitor. Things started beeping. Much of my main bodily functions were now being displayed and tracked.

I was told that I was on the waiting list for the use of the CT scan (Cat Scan). The wait would be a couple of hours. Chris and Anne returned home. The room light was turned off, the front drapes were drawn across the large glass sliding door, and the door was shut. Gentle beeping from the monitor was a constant background noise. As was the cacophony created by the large ER staff that worked outside my room.

Anne had recommended that I bring along my iPad. I could use the pad while I waited for things to get done. The pad was on the sideboard. I occupied some time with the app called Word Calm.

I suppose that most visitors to the ER are either in a state of significant pain, or they are unconscious. In neither case are they in an ER room trying to get some sleep. I soon discovered that I, too, was not there to get some sleep-time. What seemed like every 15 to 20 minutes, the door would slide open, the light would be switched on, and I would be asked to extend my arm. The nurse would then wrap my bicep with a pressure cuff. Pumped to a point of low pain, my arm would pulse with each beat of my heart. Slowly, the pressure would reduce. I would be returned to my wondering about how much longer I was going to be waiting for my turn with the scan.

Some time in the wee morning, my turn came. I was wheeled on the gurney down the ER hall. I was able to view into many of the rooms that were like my Room 5, all were occupied. Down more hallways, and through several sets of electronically opened double doors, I rolled into the Cat Scan room.

After being transferred to the scanner bed, I had an IV stuck into my left arm. I was told that this capped intrusion would be used to inject Iodine into my blood stream. I wasn’t informed of the reason for the need of the Iodine, but I was advised that when the Iodine was injected, that I would feel a significant body warming surge.

Securely affixed to the scanner bed, I was fed a short way into the tube. The machine whirred, and my body felt several moments when the temperature seemed to quickly rise. Then I was finished, and I was unceremoniously wheeled back to my room. I asked how the scan turned out. I was told that the doctor would be studying the results within the next couple of hours.

A short while later a young technician wheeled a cart into the room. The cart was dedicated for use for Doppler Echocardiography.  Doppler echocardiography is a procedure that uses Doppler ultrasonography to examine the heart. An echocardiogram uses high frequency sound waves to create an image of the heart while the use of Doppler technology allows determination of the speed and direction of blood flow by utilizing the Doppler effect. This is the same ultrasound technology used to examine the status of a fetus, within a pregnant woman.

I visited with the sonographer while he worked. He had done his study at Oregon Institute of Technology (OIT), in Klamath Falls. The Asante Hospital in Medford hosts a staff of over 20 cardiologists. This young man was offered a position, immediately upon graduation.

When the sonographer was finished, I asked him how everything looked. He said that interpretation of the results was done by a cardiologist. I suggested that someone with his level of training certainly would be able to summarize the logged output. He smiled, and he winked as he pushed his domain to the sliding door.  

The corridor outside my room had become quieter as the morning wore on. I was told that the results of the CT scan had shown no abnormalities of the brain. The CT scan, however, produces inferior results, when compared to the output of a Magnetic Resonance Imaging (MRI).  The advantages of MRI over CT scan can be significant. A CT scan uses X rays to shape up a picture. MRI uses a magnetic field to do the same, and it has no known side effects associated to radiation exposure. MRI provides advanced detail in soft tissues. The greatest advantage of MRI is the capability to alter the contrast of the images.

I awaited my turn at the MRI. This instrument would provide clear images of the results of any past brain injury, or trauma. Once again, I was wheeled down corridors and past doors. I was backed into a freight elevator and taken to the basement level of the hospital. Down a couple of long corridors, and around a few corners, I was then parked in the MRI waiting area.

A nurse arrived. She wheeled my gurney into the MRI room. My initial impression of the room was that it was a stadium. The volume was large. There were many nurse/technicians in active roles. I was moved from the gurney to the MRI trolly bed. My head was placed in a device that held it rigid. I had been asked if I suffered from claustrophobia.

Any fear of close enclosures would not have mattered. The MRI trolly carried me into the cylindrical cave. I was given a headset to wear while inside. One of the nurses asked what genre of music I would prefer. I suggested Country & Western. Over the headset speaker, an operator told me to remain still. I was then cautioned that I would be hearing some loud noises.

An unbelievably bad song began to play. As I analyzed what I disliked about the tune, all hell seemed to break loose inside my tunnel. The lousy song was instantly unavailable to my ears. The MRI was banging and clanging and whirring. It was like being inside an empty coffee tin while it was being beat on. I wondered if the technicians knew that some of their magnets may have fallen loose, and that they were now tumbling inside the tube.

The noise stopped. I was drawn from within the tube. After the headset had been removed, I was asked how I had enjoyed the experience. That nurse really shouldn’t have gone there.

While visiting the MRI, my room had been given over to a more needy visitor. Under normal ER conditions, a patient isn’t held overnight in an ER room. He is assigned a room elsewhere. COVID 19 prevailed. The house was booked. My gurney was jockeyed backwards into what felt like a hallway closet.

Anne joined me in the closet. We were visited by a nurse who said that she was beginning my release procedures. A physician, whose name I could not pronounce, would arrive soon. He would give us a full briefing of the test results.

This wait wasn’t long. A doctor arrived. He introduced himself, and then he dedicated his time standing in front of the computer cart. While he typed on the keyboard, and while he moused over displays presented to him, he told us what the tests had revealed.

I had suffered a Transient Ischemic Attack, or TIA. This is a brief stroke-like attack wherein symptoms resolve within 24 hours. It can cause paralysis in face, arm or leg, usually on one side of the body, together with slurred speech. It occurs because of a buildup of cholesterol in the artery supplying blood and nutrients to the brain. Treatment involves medication, and surgery, if necessary.

The doctor verified which pharmacy I used. He then sent them a prescription for a 90-day supply of Plavix, generic drug name clopidogrel. Clopidogrel is used to prevent heart attacks and strokes, in persons with heart disease, recent stroke, or blood circulation disease. It is also used with aspirin to keep blood vessels open and prevent blood clots after certain procedures.

The doctor had made an immediate follow-up appointment with my personal physician, Neil Olsen. He also passed along his referral to a Cardiovascular Surgeon. I was then discharged. So, it is called slurred speech.

“Wow, Rob. Couldn’t you have just told us that you had experienced a mini-stroke?” Yes, I could have. But then you would have missed all the tedium and tests that I got to experience. I enjoy sharing drivel.

The true reason that I am giving you all the background information, is because I have been scheduled to undergo a carotid endarterectomy on July 9^th. This is a procedure to treat carotid artery disease. This buildup of plaque (atherosclerosis) has restricted blood flow to my brain. Removing plaque that is causing the narrowing in the artery can improve blood flow in my carotid artery. This will in turn reduce my risk of a future stroke.

Surgery for any reason brings risks. Carotid endarterectomy is no exception. The opportunity for a serious negative side effect is quite minimal. However, it does exist. My wish is that post-recovery I will be able to give you all a big hug, and that I will be able to pass along my Love in non-slurred speech. The next time you see me stagger, it will be because of a long overdue visit to the pub. Cheers, Rob.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Winters in Ajo

 

              Over the last few years, Anne and I have enjoyed spending winter months in southern Arizona. Specifically, in a town called Ajo. The state’s first copper mine was the genesis of Ajo. High-grade copper was discovered in the late 1800s, in the hills of this region of Arizona. For many decades, the community boomed.

          Alas, economies change. By the 1980s the cost of refinement of the copper ore in the U.S. had risen to a point that it became much cheaper to import the finished element from South America. Production at the mine ceased in 1985. I have borrowed from the internet some historic facts about Ajo.

The town was originally segregated, with neighborhoods called Indian Village and Mexican Town, for the non-white residents. Today, Ajo is home to many retired people, Border Patrol agents, and young families. During the construction of a new border wall in 2019-2020, many workers lived in the RV parks, motels, and rental houses. For the first three years of our visits to Ajo, we stayed in an RV park. Our 40-foot Horizon motorhome afforded us adequate comfort.

Following the closure of the copper mine operation, Ajo naturally went through a population exodus. Many families no longer had sources of revenue. The unincorporated town had a population of over seven thousand on the 1960 census. At this time, Ajo was the second-largest urban site in Pima county, behind Tucson. It was the 16^th largest community in Arizona. By the 2010 census, Ajo had decreased to just over three thousand residents.

            Ajo is located on highway AZ85. This road is a main route for winter vacation travelers coming from the north to Puerto Penasco. Puerto Penasco is in the Mexican state of Sonora. It is located on the northern shores of the Sea of Cortez, on the small strip of land that joins the Baja California Peninsula with the rest of Mexico. From Tucson to the southeast of Phoenix, vacationers can reach the beach resorts by traveling AZ86 westward, until it intersects at a junction with AZ85 at a community called Why. Why is ten miles south of Ajo.

Ajo is a town originally established solely to support the operations of the copper mine, in the 1920s. It is where segregation of the native Tohono O’odham, Mexican, and Anglo workers was a daily reality. Remnants of old buildings, divided communities, and the whispers of resilience still stand. Ajo is a community where you immediately feel a sense of warmth, authenticity, and peace. It is surrounded by thousands of acres of the Sonoran Desert, enveloped by endless stars in the nighttime sky. Ajo (pronounced ah-ho) is a gem of a small town in the middle of nowhere. It is said that locals joke that this is the place where summer secretly spends the winter, for there is clear warm weather prevailing year-round. 

Ajo was designed around a gracious Spanish Colonial plaza and two handsome white adobe churches. This spectacular heart of town, along with 98 of its earliest residences, entered the National Register of Historic Places in the late 1990s. Just up the street from the plaza is the town's architectural masterpiece, the 1919 Curley School, also on the Historic Register. It has been transformed into a thriving arts center with living and workspace for 30 artisans and their families. This endeavor allows artists from around the country to discover the joys of sunny days, clear light, and the inspiration of pristine landscapes.

BLM wilderness, Cabeza Prieta National Wildlife Refuge, Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument, and the Tohono O'odham Reservation surround Ajo. They not only buffer it from urban sprawl, traffic jams, and smog but provide visitors with a unique desert ecosystem laced with hiking trails, pre-Columbian footpaths, Native American history and artifacts, wide-open spaces, and unusual flora and fauna.

Ajo receives about nine inches of rain annually, which accounts for the dry air and low humidity. Average spring and fall temperatures range in the low 70's; average winter temperatures drop to 55 degrees; summers average in the high 90's. At 1740 feet elevation, Ajo is slightly cooler than Phoenix. Ajo is an oasis in the Sonoran Desert where migratory birds rest on their journeys, coyote howl at the moon, and springtime carpets the land in a riot of brilliant wildflowers. The rock formations of the nearby Crater Range have been used as the backdrop for numerous Hollywood movies.

Many of the homes in Ajo date to the 1950s. These small, mostly two-bedroom houses were built for the miners during the mine's most productive years of operation. With the redefinition of Ajo as an artisan community, many of these older homes have been remodeled and they have become attractive assets for winter sun-seekers. The current median price for a home in Ajo is $62,800. This is almost 4-times less than that for Phoenix, 3-times less than the median cost of a home in Tucson, and over 6-times less than the price of homes in Flagstaff.

By the end of our 2020 trip to the south, the Horizon was beginning to present us with age-related maintenance headaches. We had seen many many miles of the U.S. and western Canada in our coach. It was sad to see it being driven away from its stanchion on the home’s rear parking pad. The motorhome chapter was closed.

For our 2021 winter visit to Ajo, we rented one of the older homes. One of Anne’s tennis partners owned the home. He and his wife graciously opened it for our use. This home is on W Guest House Road. The property is a couple of blocks from the Curley School Woodshop, where I found myself most weekdays.

We occupied one of the two bedrooms. The other bedroom was used as a craft room. This is where Anne did most of her quilt work. She also enjoyed weekly tennis, and she had weekly quilt club meetings. Members of the quilt club were challenged to build a quilt, following specific design guidelines. Anne is a precision seamstress. The quilt challenge was up her alley.

During our stay, the neighboring home was placed on the market. It had been being occupied by an elderly widowed lady. Her family recently relocated her to a retirement facility in Fortuna, CA. I had often looked over the fence at the rear yard of this home. Compared to other homes on Guest House Road, this yard had been well planned. It had a large patio area, with a built-in barbeque. There are a couple of producing orange trees. A vintage garage, with an adjoining, covered carport is located on the rear alley. The house has a thick weather-seal composition surface covering the wood lathed exterior. The foliage in the front yard, as well as at the rear is serviced with drip irrigation.

We made inquiries of the local realtor regarding a walk-through of the home and property. The home is on the market fully furnished. The beds even have fresh linens. The home has been remodeled to include an extended kitchen area, which is the dining room. A bathroom has been added to the master bedroom, making this a two-bedroom, two-bathroom home. Beyond the addition of the bathroom, there is a laundry room.

We liked the home, and we asked the realtor to write up an offer for its purchase. A couple of other families were also viewing this home. One of them had also made an offer and it had been accepted. Shucks. Well, that is what was happening in Ajo. Homes did not sit long on the market.

It was a couple of weeks later when the realtor gave me a call. It turned out that the original offer had been rescinded. We were now first in line. The first buyer had invested in a whole-home inspection. They were kind enough to pass the inspector’s report on to us. Of importance in the report were a couple of electrical problems. The inspector is also an electrician. He was immediately hired by the owner to correct the flaws that he had discovered.

Our offer was accepted by the seller. Paperwork was passed back and forth, and the official closing was done on the 2^nd of April. We chose not to have it done on the 1^st.

Anne and I are planning to make a trip to the property by mid-month. There are still lots of past family remnants that don’t fit our motif of the new Duncan winter home. Those artifacts will be shared with Saint Vincent’s and the regional dump. That done, and some deeper interior cleaning will set us in good stead. A list compiled of items that need to be brought with us on our next visit will also be made.

  Summer is definitely not the best time to visit southern Arizona. But fall, winter, and spring seasons will offer ample opportunity for us, and others to enjoy the attributes that Ajo offers. We look forward to our first, non-work visit.

 

    

                                                           

2021 Ajo Winter

 

            We pulled out of the parking pad of 2639 Hillcrest Road at 0930 hrs. on Monday, December 28, 2020. The destination today was the La Quinta Inn, Stockton, CA. We have divided the trip to Ajo into three legs: one with a night in Stockton, one with a night with Connie, in Long Beach, and with the end of the third day’s drive finding us at Dave and Joy’s winter home, in Why, AZ.

            Upon our return from Ajo this last spring, we put the Horizon RV on the market. It was a 2004 model. Overall, it still performed very well. But it was beginning to incur age-related maintenance issues. We have enjoyed many years of wonderful adventures in the Horizon since we bought it in 2013. What we would do for vacation travel instead. Well, this year it is going to be in the 2018 GMC Canyon pickup.

            We have just enjoyed a wonderful Christmas. We got to celebrate the day with Chris, his girlfriend, Michelle, with Liam, and with Tucker. Chef Anne hosted the day’s beginning with a wonderful breakfast. As has been the family tradition, the opening of gifts was to wait until everyone had finished the meal and the table had been cleared.

            Finally, we had all eaten. We collected in the living room. Chris and the boys had brought a couple of baskets of gifts from their home. The collection of gaily wrapped packages amassed a significant heap, on top of, and around the coffee table.

            Chris presented gifts to each of us. We had the opportunity to watch what had been gifted as it was opened by the recipient. It happened once again, without fail, the presents were considerate, appropriate, and well-received. Everyone enjoyed what they had received. There were grins on everyone’s faces as they watched the recipients of the gifts that had been chosen for them respond when the gift was opened. This had been a magic morning.

            We had finished gift-giving, and we were admiring what we had received, as well as collecting the mountain of wrapping papers. The doorbell rang. Jim, Paula, Mark, and Angie had just arrived for a Christmas visit. It has been a neighbor tradition, begun several decades ago, that the Duncan’s and Leroy’s exchange gifts.

            Mark and Angie were towing a trailer that was carrying a nice-looking golf cart. I heard someone say that the cart and trailer were gifts to Jim. He is a weekly golfer. I congratulated Jim. Which he accepted.

     

                 But no. The trailer and cart were meant for me. I was bowled over. Chris and Anne had gotten together to buy these two gifts for me. I was planning to carry my motorbike with us to Ajo. I would use the bike to commute to and from the woodshop. That would leave Anne free, with the pickup. Apparently, neither of them felt good about me putting around Ajo on my motorized mountain bike.

               The cart is a Club Car. It is a 48-volt electric rig of the late 90’s vintage. It can comfortably seat four belted passengers. The cart is in excellent condition, except for the six, 8-volt batteries. Chris was told by the seller, that it needed new batteries.

            The day after Christmas I shopped Medford and located a store that had the deep cycle batteries needed for the cart. I bought them and I installed them. The cart was ready for its tow to the Southwest. This would be fun.

            Monday’s drive to Stockton was uneventful. The anxious beginning of our journey to the south is always centered on what the weather is like at the Siskiyou Pass, on I-5. On I-5, this section of mountainous freeway, 30 miles south of Medford, has the highest elevation of road between Mexico and Canada. If snow chains were required, we would need to drive around the mountains, to the west. It dawned a bright, but crisp, sunny day. There had been no new snow on the pass.

            It was icky as we approached Sacramento, CA from the north. The number of lanes on the freeway increased, and traffic traveling in the near end-of-day rush hour seemed to come out of nowhere. Avoiding the far right-hand lane, with its merging entry traffic, we swooped with the masses past the many freeway splits and around the curves taking us to south Sacrament.

            I was thankful that we were not piloting the 40-foot-long Horizon RV while towing another 15 feet of a passenger car. Those rides along the dense city sections of the freeway were harrowing. In a short time, the highway lanes once again became two. Fifty miles south of Sacramento, we came to Exit 476, the portal to our first night’s stay.

            I had chosen La Quinta Motor Hotel because the ones I had seen seemed first-class, yet affordable. Anne informed me that this motel chain, along with a few other national names, were privately owned sites. Given that status, they did not answer, in total, to a franchise’s high standard. This particular motel had large freeway display signage, but it had no street-level marquee. After driving past the entrance, a couple of times, I left the directions to the “dash bitch”, our GPS, to point the way.

            We were not camping at a 5, or even at a 4-star motel. But the room was clean, and we were tired. Soon it was time to arrange some dinner.

            The dinner venue was going to be a drive-thru. We settled on Taco Bell. Anne would have a Taco Salad, and I would have a Burrito Supreme. With Bat Phone in hand, I asked Siri how to drive to the closest Taco Bell. It was over the freeway, and a couple of blocks further, on the left. We would soon learn that it was best not to plan on eating take-out at dinner time. This was similar to driving on California freeways during rush hour. The meals were secured, and we ate. After a bit of TV, we hit the sack.

            Tuesday morning, we left early. We hadn’t seen nightmare traffic yet; we are heading toward Los Angeles. The truck’s GPS alerts seemed non-stop. It warned us to “merge left”, or “merge right” at an upcoming freeway intersection. The once familiar two-lane I-5 freeway became four lanes, then six, and up to eight lanes of a bending and heaving 65 mph ribbon of offensive chaos.

            It doesn’t seem possible that one could drive at those speeds for over an hour and still not have crossed from one edge of a metropolis to another. And I supposed this wasn’t the case this morning. I don’t know. But I presume we crossed the boundaries of half a dozen or more cities as I navigated past LA.

We were eventually shuttled from I-5 South onto I-405. This was going to feed us closer to the urban scene we were looking for in Long Beach. One of Anne’s summer tennis mates, and our good friend, Connie, has a winter home in Long Beach. We are invited to visit and spend a night with her.

Tall date palms lined the median strips. Their long frons twisted and stirred quietly against the blue-sky backdrop. The traffic was gentle, and it became sparse as we approached Connie’s home on Stevely Avenue. We pulled onto her driveway, parked, and with stiff legs we slowly extracted ourselves from the confines of the cab.

Connie had heard the arrival commotion. She greeted us with warm hugs and with her normal air of high-energy exuberance. Connie showed us into her home. She introduced us to her “foster” dog, Marshmallow.

Marshmallow is a mixed breed animal. He is a predominantly lethargic Pitbull. During her winter stay’s in Long Beach, Connie offers her love, and her home to shelter dogs. The animal shelter provides food for the pet, and it advertises the animal for adoption. Connie shared two concerns with us; one is that she has seen no advertising. The second is that the aged Marshmallow will be handed over to the shelter’s termination squad when Connie returns to Medford in late spring. We all agree that Marshmallow would be an excellent companion for a home-bound person. Naturally, I suggested that Connie use Craigslist.

 Connie is an aggressive hostess. That is meant in a good way. She goes out of her way to ensure that you are comfortable, well-fed and entertained. The evening’s dinner menu had been settled. What was to occupy our evening hours was nutted out. We were ready to sit down and play some cards.

Anne has fostered a close-knit group of women who share at least two of her fondness’s; tennis, and pinochle. Once a week there is tennis at the country club. And, once a week, one of the ladies is the hostess for an afternoon of cards and happy visiting. So, while time waits for dinner and evening activity, we play some three-handed pinochle. Nearby, Marshmallow watches. His massive chest blends into an arched back, and he stands there.

Following dinner, Connie’s friend, Karen, came to the house. After introductions, Connie, Karen, and Anne drove to Naples. A part of suburban Naples affronts the bay. The homes on the bay are of the mansion variety.  A Christmas time activity is to walk the bay-front sidewalks and marvel at the lighted home fronts.

While the three ladies enjoyed their walk-about at the shores of Naples, I showered and got into a change of clothes. They returned soon. They were excited about the beauty of the lighted scenes they had shared. Anne showed me a couple of photographs. The lights were dazzling.

After exchanging comments about the Naples visit, we sat around the dining table for a couple of games of Rummikub. The rules are simple. Each player selects 14 numbered tiles and places them on a rack. On the first turn, each player tries to make a set of one or more groups or runs that adds up to at least 30 points.

A group is formed when three or four tiles of the same numbers are put together. Each number will have one of four different colors. A run is formed when three or more numbers of the same color are played together. The run numbers must be sequential.

Once a player has qualified with a 30-point play, the player may, on subsequent turns, make new groups or runs, or add to other player’s plays. If one can not play, then a chip is drawn from the pool. The new chip can’t be used until the next turn.  From this point on, it is each player’s responsibility to scope out places where tiles can be added to a run or a group. The first player to use all of their tiles is the winner.

Rummikub can become very intense. With several players, there becomes a large number of runs and groups to look at when it is your turn. A preplanned move gets spoiled by the player before you. We enjoyed a couple of matches. I was lucky enough to have won at least one round.

The evening was over. Karen said goodbye. Connie presented plans for tomorrow’s breakfast and we all went to bed.

When Connie is living at her Medford home, she rents the Long Beach house to a lady acquaintance. That woman uses the bedroom Anne, and I are sleeping in. I mention this because the woman has scoliosis. This is a lateral curvature of the spine. The short version is, she has a thick, soft foam pad on the bed. We discovered that once a position was fixed on this bed, there was near zero freedom of movement. Once comfortable, I fell asleep.

Wednesday morning, Connie prepared oatmeal for breakfast. She had a tennis engagement this morning, so we needed to eat, and then pack up for the final leg to Ajo.

We hugged goodbyes and we were on the road by 0830 hrs. The plan was to follow whatever route the GPS directed, to get us to Blythe, CA, via I-10E. It took a little over an hour of city driving before we intercepted our eastbound freeway. We have traveled this path many times over the last few years. Finally getting away from the dense urban area, that is coastal, southern California was a relief. And we trucked on.

This final leg of our journey passed smoothly. We pulled into the large front yard of Dave and Joy’s by mid-afternoon. Although they live in the community called Why their 104 East Guinn Road address is served by the Ajo post office. Ajo has the closest postal service. Why has its own zip code.

We were invited to stay the night with Dave and Joy. The cottage we rented from Daniel wasn’t available for check-in until Thursday, New Year’s Eve. While Anne and Joy visited, Dave introduced me to all the remodel improvements they have made since we left them last year. They are completely moved into their new winter home. The final, major task in the home’s remodel is to finish the construction of the en suite master bathroom.

Thursday morning, we drove to Ajo, where we met Daniel, and his wife, at 575 Guest House Road. This will be our winter digs. Daniel’s folks had lived in the home until their passing. Like so many homesites in this area, the two-bedroom house sits on a deep, minimally improved lot.

The second bedroom has no bed. It is used as a craft room. This will be perfect for Anne. The room comes with a sewing machine table. Fortunately, the home comes with towels, linens, and ample kitchen wares. We had brought several kitchen tools, just in case.

The kitchen window looks out to the backyard. On your eye’s trip to the wire fence, it passes through the home’s attached Casita. The Casita is an ell-shaped structure that wraps around the end of the cottage. Widely spaced stud framing has a flyscreen attached. The enclosed area has a cemented floor. A large table, with four chairs, sits in the corner of the shaded get-away space.

At the back, left corner of the yard is a garage. This is a space for some odds and ends that Daniel has yet to part with. Inside the man-door of the garage is a power outlet. I plugged the golf cart’s charging transformer into the outlet. This will be convenient for frequent needs.

On New Year’s Eve, we returned to Why to share the closing day of 2020 with Dave and Joy.  We were greeted, at the home, by Tom and Tereasa. They are good friends of Dave and Joy. The six of us will share the dinner and the evening.

Dave, Tom, and I visited in the living room. The ladies visited in the kitchen. They shared tasks in the preparation of the evening meal.

I enjoyed learning about Tom’s background. He worked as a nurse. He is also a private pilot. He told us about the specialized metal machining work that his son, Bill, does to make championship-level target rifles. I was most impressed with the level of specialized knowledge that Tom had regarding both aircraft and rifles.

We all shared a good dinner time conversation. Tom and Tereasa were not into table games. So, we yabbed for a while after dinner, as well. It was around 2130 hrs. when the couple said goodnight to Dave and Joy. Anne and I wished Dave and Joy a Happy New Year when we left a half-hour later.

The police were out in force tonight. On the way back to Ajo, we spotted two sheriff cars parked at pull-outs alongside the highway. Anne was very careful about watching the speed limits. We arrived safely home after the 10-mile trip.

No. We didn’t stay up to watch the Time’s Square ball drop at midnight. We were both feeling a bit stretched. We hit the sack early.

The pickup had been loaded. I brought two containers filled with tools that I would use in the woodshop. New Year’s Day, I loaded the containers onto the back deck of the golf cart. I drove to the woodshop. There, I toted the storage bins into the shop’s storage room. I used two lockers to hold what I had brought to Ajo. I re-familiarized myself with the shop and the machinery. I was pleased to see the area tidy and to be much the way I had left it last Spring.

This evening, we were once again asked to join Dave and Joy for dinner. We were asked, also, to bring along our pinochle cards. As the sun began to set behind the mountains to the west, Dave and I created a small project. Dave wants to put a couple of socketed ceiling lights above the walkway to the side patio. He keeps the barbeque on the side of this covered sidewalk. Two lights, one on each side of the centerline of the barbeque will make nighttime cooking much easier.

We planned to remove the light that is above the door from the Arizona room. That old light’s wire box will be the new circuit’s starting place. The two of us got a new Romex wire connected to the outlet box. This set of wires ran to the first ceiling light location.

We finished as the bell rang for dinner. Cleaned up, we sat down for a welcomed meal. After the dishes had been cleared from the table, and Dave and I had refreshed our wine glasses, we brought out the pinochle cards. It was going to be the guys against the gals.

Dave has damaged vision. It is bad enough that he is unable to drive. Corrective surgery is planned for later this spring. The upshot, however, is that for the card game to move forward, we needed to call out what cards had been led, and what had followed. Dave used a machinist’s eye goggles to keep track of the cards in his hand. The goggles had strong magnifying lenses. They also came with bright LEDs. Dave used the lights to illuminate his cards.

The pinochle game was a good one. It lasted a long time. The game came to no winning conclusion. It was called a draw. This had been a busy, fun day. We said our goodnights and left.   

After breakfast, Monday morning, I drove the Club Car to the woodshop. I was the first to arrive. I set some tools near the lathe. I had a small piece of a green limb that I was going to turn into a toothpick cup. As I was turning, Shandell came into the shop. She quickly gathered from her locker the table project she had begun last year.

Jason was the next to arrive. He carried in several pieces of oak that he had lumbered from a tree on his property. His project for today was to make a closet for the rubbish container.

A man, new to the shop, came in with a copy of the shop’s waiver form filled out. He had been told to ask for me. I would get him signed up. His name is Ken. Ken gave me a $50 bill, for a three-month registration. His pre-retirement work had been in a cabinet shop.

Michael came to the shop later. Michael makes, and sells boxes. He showed me one he was currently building. Michael is the craftsman with the longest tenure at the woodshop. His main yeartime digs are in Albuquerque. Michael is also the primary socializer at the shop.

Jay rolled up in his converted U-Haul truck. He has spent a couple of years adapting the delivery truck into his permanent residence. Jay is a steadfast worker and is forever in search of ways to improve conditions in the shop. His most recent inspiration was to purchase a new rail guide system for the table saw. Jay brought it to my attention that the saw’s fence did not stay accurately placed, once set. No one else had noticed this malady if it exists.

 Early in the afternoon, Steve drove to the front door in his golf cart. Steve does not do woodwork in the shop. However, he visits most days. He has asked for assistance on some personal projects, and the shop is always rewarded with his thanks. The shop operates using older equipment, that is maintained by the attendees. Steve heard that we needed a properly functioning finish sander, so he bought one. The shop has a router table with a router and a few blades. Steve purchased a Bosch finishing router. He bought with it a large set of blades.

Steve brought a can of white spray paint. Some years ago, high on the wall near the entry door, a sign was painted. In large black letters are the words, “Drug Free Zone”. Perhaps, at some time a shop steward had felt the building required this proclamation. Steve found the large display offensive. The nonuse of drugs in such a facility went without question.

Steve solicited Jason and me to set the shop ladder against the wall. Jason was volunteered to climb up and to dust and paint over the lettering. More paint was needed, but the entry presentation of the shop was already improved.

Steve had tried to remove painted floor words that say, “No Entry”. These words were printed on each side of the first worktable, as one comes into the shop. He used his hand drill that he had loaded with a wire wheel. The wire wheel was declared a bad approach. It didn’t provide enough agitation to lift the paint.

Later in the day, Steve returned with a spray bottle of paint remover. He and Jay gave the floor a shot. They waited a few minutes, and then Jay scraped at the trial spot. Not much changed. It was soon declared that the solution was going to be to paint over these two sections of the cement floor. This would be left for later discussion.

Joy asked me to turn her a couple more shot glasses, like one I had given her some time ago. The wooden glass is about 3” tall, and it has a wine glass shape. The bowl of the glass holds a little more than an ounce of liquid. It is meant to be used as a whiskey sipping glass.

 I had brought with me several short pieces of 2x2 hickory. I cut a few short lengths from this stock to use for new shot glasses. I turned one glass, and I was setting up to turn a second one. A man came in and he was anxiously waiting for me to be finished with the lathe. I cleared my stuff away, and I turned the lathe over to him.

His name is John. John is a new steward at the shop. He arrived after Anne and I had left last year. John made some repairs to the lathe. Today, he wanted to oil a couple of parts. After he reassembled the lathe head, John left.

I will formally meet John tomorrow. It is his scheduled day to be a shop steward. I reloaded my lathe stock. It took about an hour to finish making four new shot glasses. I finished the pieces with a coating of Tung Oil.

The shop signed up two new crafters today. A man and a woman. Both were eager to get stuck into making something. The woman, Jennifer, was helped by Michael with the construction of a small box. She used pieces of mesquite that I had left on a bench shelf last year. They were both shown the proper use of the chop saw, as well as how to use the table saw.

I worked with the man, Patrick, with the design and the piecing together of a box to hold his new sharpening stone. The work involved cutting 45 degree ends on pieces of the frame, that he had ripped on the table saw. He then basically built a picture frame around the sharpening stone. The stone was centered on a piece of 1”x6” pine. Patrick then made a lid to fit over and protect the stone. Patrick’s work was set aside for the glue to dry. Tomorrow he will do some sanding to complete his box.

This afternoon, Steve motored to the front door in his electric golf cart. He had with him the owner, publisher of Ajo Copper News. His name is Hop. Steve brought Hop to the shop to look at the exterior shop doors. Hop is also an artist. There are several building exteriors along the main street of Ajo that have beautiful face paintings on them.

Hop has agreed to add an artist’s touch to the shop’s entry doors. Steve and I briefed Hop on where on one of the doors the shop hours needed to be posted. What else was going to be done to the doors was up to him.

Hop asked a favor of me. He is rolling on top of his house’s corrugated metal roof a rubber coating. His problem is that the five gallons of rubber compound won’t sit on the roof because of the roof’s slope. He wanted to build a bucket holder that would hold the bucket horizontal on the roof. The wood construction piece would attach to a small section of corrugation. The bottom of this piece of metal roofing would be rubber-coated. The coating would provide sufficient friction to prevent the bucket from sliding.

The anti-skid bucket holder was the last thing I did today. I was alone in the shop. It took about an hour to finalize the construction. I hope this will work OK.

Friday is my day as a shop steward. I got up early and arrived at the shop at 0930. This afternoon I am going to give beginning lathe lessons to Jennifer and Patrick. The first thing I did was I cut some pieces of wood that could be used to practice turning. I sharpened the lathe chisels. All was ready for the class.

Yesterday I had borrowed a power hand planer from Matthew. I was preparing a triangle legged piece of a tree limb. The limb, after adjusting the length of one of the three limbs, stood over three feet high. The three limbs joined at a larger section of the trunk. I thought, if the larger section of the trunk could be flattened, then it could serve as the base for a tabletop.

I used the planer to carve away the roundness of the trunk section. This left a large flat surface. I used a level to make certain that the flattened section was horizontal. It turned out just right.

This morning I needed to cut a piece of scrap ½” plywood for a tabletop base. I wanted to cut a circle with a diameter of approximately ten inches. The large diameter would not cut cleanly on the bandsaw. I had drawn a circle and I had tried to balance the plywood while feeding the arc through the blade.

I ended up building an extension for the saw’s small table. The extension had a screw tip put through at the center, radius point of the piece to be cut. I then drilled a hole in the plywood. I placed the plywood’s center hole atop the screw tip. I could then spin the plywood around the center screw. This cut a true circle. Now, I need to sort out what I want to use for the surface cover on the tabletop.

I have never conducted a class on how to use a wood lathe. I began by illustrating how to mark the center of the piece you will be mounting. How to mount the wood stock, adjustment of the tool rest, and lathe motor control were covered. I had selected a 6” piece of 2”x2” wood to work with first.

The selected piece of wood was of a very hard stock. It was difficult to cut the crisp corners with the gouge tool. After a demonstration on holding and bracing the tool on the rest, I had each take turns bringing the stock to a cylinder.

It was interesting to watch user confidence develop with both Jennifer and Patrick. Patrick took a stern footing as he slowly worked the tool on the spinning wood. Moving the tool from his right to his left. He would repeatedly retool each section he worked on. Jennifer, however, stood back while she held the tool. Her instincts were to grasp the tool away from the tool rest. I helped her with how she stood, and how she held the tool. When she contacted the wood, she moved the tool steadily, and she created sawdust.

After the stock was turned, I had each use different tools to experience how each tool was used, and what could be done with each one. The greatly mutilated carcass was eventually removed from the lathe.

Each was given a piece of 4”x4” to work on. They were first to make it round. After that was done, they could decide how next to carve their wood. They took turns, alternating their use of the lathe. By the end of the day, I was comfortable with their safe use of the lathe. I told them that they were now on their own to create round things.

Dave and Joy’s house remodel involved completely redoing the kitchen. Part of this work was to create a cabinet to hold the oven and the microwave. Dave did a fine job crafting the floor-to-ceiling piece, and of getting the two appliances in and working. The microwave is mounted above the oven, and the oven is mounted so that it opens about waist high. This left a large drawer space below the oven that needed to be filled. I was asked if I could assist in making a drawer for the lower section.

Dave and I verified the dimensions of the opening in his cabinet. He specified the overlap he would like on the face of the drawer, as it closed into its space. Plywood for the box of the drawer and finish plywood for the face was loaded into my pickup. We decided to use ¾” oak to widen the face plywood enough to provide the desired overlap. The oak was cut to dimension, and it was glued to the plywood edges as a frame. The face was sanded, and the finished drawer was delivered. The face for the drawer will be attached once the rails have been installed.

Dave purchased two 12-foot pieces of 2”x6” that he was going to use to make ceiling corner molding for the home’s Arizona room. The Arizona room is on the southern side of the home and it is over 200 square feet in size. The large room is going to be used for the washer and dryer. Joy will build her craftwork area at the west end of the room. A queen size Murphy bed will be installed on the north wall. The room will be used by family and guests.

A neighbor friend, and his wife, have just finished installing drywall on the ceiling. Dave gave me the cutting instructions for the lumber. When done, we would have 144 feet of ¾”x1 ½” rectangular cut wood. I experimented with a couple of router blades to see if a bit of detail might be added to the molding. None that we had at the shop was satisfactory looking. I cut the pieces so that they had a beveled lower face. This took the boxy appearance from them. Anne drove with me to Why to deliver the new molding.

The molding strips were well received. We were invited to stay for dinner, which we accepted. On Saturday, we had created 6 gallons of mash from cracked corn. This we were going to ferment, and later distill. I had brought all the necessary fixings with us from Medford.

This has nothing to do with my enjoyment of the work at the Curley School woodshop. I have homebrewed ales for several years. At that time, I had become interested in distillation, and the creating of craft whiskey. I brought along my six-gallon pot still. As a sideline to the woodworking and home remodeling, we were going to create some Arizona Moonshine.

A month ago, Chris and I ran the still on some corn mash I had brewed. The still produced about three quarts of 120 proof, clear shine. I soaked medium burnt oak chips in the alcohol. This gave the liquid a nice tone, and it added a bit of barrel-aged character. After filtering out the chips, I diluted the alcohol with water to make normal 80 proof, 40% ABV, strength whiskey.

I experimented with flavor modifying the shine a bit. I had bought some Maple extract. Adding a few milliliters of the extract per pint volume of the whiskey created a fuller aftertaste, and it gave the shine a richer scent. An ounce of the shine, washing a couple of ice cubes in a small glass, is a pleasant way to watch the evening news.

Although Dave and Joy do not have a television in their winter home, in Why. They could still enjoy a respite at the end of a busy day. I had brought along my jug, and the shine was well received.

It had become the middle of the evening before the temperature of the new mash was low enough to safely add the yeast starter. We took a specific gravity (SG) reading of the mash to see how much sugar it contained. The reading was too low to be able to produce a working amount of alcohol. Something in the preparation process had gone wrong. We carried the cooled container into the Arizona room, and we left it for the night.

I worried overnight about what may have caused such a low SG in the mash, and how we might benefit from all our hard work. It came to me that a quite common way to make whiskey strength alcohol is to brew a sugar mash. A sugar mash is made, for say a five-gallon brew, by adding ten pounds of sugar to the water. After all, sugar is what the yeast likes to eat. The sugar wash, however, doesn’t contain the nutrients required for the yeast to multiply. I had a packet of yeast nutrient, and the prescribed quantity was added to the wash.

The specific gravity reading of the sugar mash said that we could end up with about 13% alcohol by volume (ABV). The work last night had left the gallons of water loaded with the essence of corn. We stirred in the yeast starter solution. The wash had been splash poured a few times between two large buckets to aerate the liquid. Yeast needs oxygen to multiply. The bucket was capped, and a bubbler was put in the lid’s center hole.

The next day, Monday, I called Dave to get a report on how the brew was progressing. The report was that there was some bubbling. Yea! We were on our way.

The Curley School artisan complex is run by ISDA. This stands for some non-profit association. ISDA survives on grant funds and rental remittances from craft people who rent the school’s converted classroom apartments. The person primarily responsible for the ISDA operation is Aaron.

Aaron has called a meeting of the woodshop stewards for 1600 hrs. on Tuesday afternoon. It has been suggested that ISDA has obtained grant money to be used to fund a shop manager. The shop has been closed during the summer months because all the woodcraft stewards return home. With a manager, the shop may be open year-round.

Michael has stressed strongly that he did not want the woodshop to become “institutionalized”. He and others feel that among the stewards, the shop operates very smoothly. Michael has called for a meeting to be held one hour before that for Aaron. An agenda has been drawn up for our meeting. We will cover business focused on the daily conduct of the shop. We will also spend some minutes in counter-argument ideas to what Aaron, may or may not propose.

The meeting went well. Aaron introduced us to Rodney. Rodney is a woodcarver, and sculptor. He is currently employed by ISDA as the GED instructor at the school. Rodney has managed school wood shops, and he has taught many wood crafts. He is going to be the contact person for Aaron, for the woodshop. Many topics were covered in the meeting. Everyone left comfortable with the transactions.

During the day, I spent some time selecting scrap wood that I could use to create a tabletop for the Mesquite limb, patio table I am building for Dave and Joy. Several ¾” pieces of lumber were found. I squared the edges of each piece, so I could glue them side by side. I ran each piece through the planer, to clean them up. Lastly, I glued the edges, and I clamped them together.

After lunch, I used an electric hand planer to correct any high spots that were left after the pieces were laminated. I sanded the top surface of the new tabletop. I sketched a finished outline shape of the top, and I used a saber saw to cut the shape. Finished with the final design, I sanded the top to a nice finish. The next step will be to add an epoxy finish to the top and the edges. The epoxy will protect the wood, while outdoors.

While inside the shop, we heard the distinct sound of the diesel pickup driving into the lot. Joy parked the truck and she climbed out. We all heard her squeal with excited joy as she recognized the limb piece that had come from her backyard. She praised the fact that the table had been completed. She considered it to be very special. She and I talked about how it could be used on their patio. We agreed on two aspects of her new table; it was completed and awaiting final curing of the epoxy, and that it was butt ugly.

Saturday, January 16, Anne, and I did a quick bit of shopping in the late afternoon. The southern Arizona sky had a slight, cloudy haze to it. As the sun began to set, the sky started to redden. We picked a route that would take us to the top of the hills to the west of the city. We passed the huge open-pit copper mine, and we passed the turnoff to the historic mining museum. The junction in the road drove us past a couple of the more elegant homesites in Ajo. Alas, the drive found us once again at the lower, city elevation. The sky had begun to darken. We had an interesting cruise. However, we missed the full sunset.

Friday, I had turned a large mug from a 6”x6” piece of redwood. I crafted a raised, top to bottom grip for the mug from a piece of hardwood. I had sanded the mug smooth before I cut it from its tenon base. The mug will hold about a quart of liquid. Now, all it needed was a finish.

After breakfast, Saturday, I went to the shop. I was there long enough to apply the first coat of Tung oil to the new mug. I returned to the house, where I read into the afternoon.

We slept in on Sunday until 0730 hrs. Following breakfast, I drove to the woodshop, where I applied a second coat of Tung oil to the mug. The second coat would begin to add a shine to the wood.

This afternoon, we were planning to drive to Why. I wanted to deliver the cut-limb table to Dave and Joy. I lifted the table into the back of the pickup. To secure the table, I wrapped a tiedown cargo strap around the neck of the limb-table base. The hooks on the strap secured beneath the lip of the truck bed. When I ratcheted the strap tight, the table was secure.

I called Dave, and he said they would be home from church around 1330 hrs. After lunch, we drove to Why. The table was presented. Dave and I sat in the shade of the warm afternoon while we caught up. Dave received a phone call from his friend, and neighbor, Tom. Dave invited Tom and Teresa to drive over for a visit.

All six of us were now enjoying the warmth of the large cement patio. Tom and Teresa have a small dog, Izzy. Izzy is a close friend of Dave and Joy’s dog, Sadie. The two dogs nosed around the patio and they found things to entertain themselves. All of a sudden, the dogs started barking. They dashed across the patio towards the entry gate at the north of the yard. We saw what had attracted them.

A large coyote was crossing the yard. The two small dogs were determined to give chase to the larger feral carnivore. Dog owners jumped up and began calling out to the dogs.

Teresa rushed forward from her chair. When passing the new table, she tripped on the extended non-leg limb. Teresa fell. She caught herself by landing on her forearms. Anne and I helped Teresa to her feet. She said she felt OK.

The dogs had obeyed the calls to return to the patio. As they were scrambling back, the coyote stopped at the gate opening. From there it stared back to the patio. This wild dog cousin was large. Had the pups closed near enough to threaten its space, the coyote would have had at least one of them for an early dinner.

I opened the woodshop Monday morning. I had laminated a couple of pieces of oak the other day. The piece was now ready to pass through the planer a couple of times. This would clean up both sides, and it would make the wood a bit thinner. There is an old rocker in the corner of the woodshop. Stored out of the way, it gracefully collected dust.

The rocker had one broken rocker sled. I had taken the good sled off the chair. I would use this piece as a template on the oak that I had just planed. I traced the good sled on the oak. Using the band saw, I cut close to the line. It took a few minutes of machine sanding to clean imperfections from both edges.

The new sled needed to have two leg holes drilled into it. I clamped new and old together and I marked where the holes would be. I matched the angle of the drill bit entry, and I created the new mounting holes.

The legs are built into the bottom of the chair at a bit of an angle. I set the back leg into its new sled hole. The front leg required the use of a clamp to draw it about an eighth of an inch into its hole. The chair rocked, once again. It will no doubt be taken to the Three Nations Market for resale next Saturday.

Last year, I had made four legs for a chair to be used in the shop. I had been asked by Jay to make the legs long enough so that one could work at the table while sitting. All turned out fine. The chair and I parted at the end of the season, both in good shape.

When I arrived at the shop this year, I noticed that the chair was stored in the corner, covered with dust. Its legs were all splayed away from the seat. Insufficient glue was used when it was first assembled. The other option was that someone had rocked in the chair. Its long legs would not permit that.

I re-glued the legs into the seat bottom. I also re-glued the cross braces. Finished, I set it aside. I am still contemplating the addition of braces for the legs mounted at the bottom of the seat.

The last coat of Tung oil that I had put on the redwood mug had dried. The second coat had added a bit of gloss to the sanded finish. When I get it to the house, I will use a measuring cup to determine how much it will hold. I am guessing that it will be able to carry about one quart of fine ale.

From the limb-table, I had cut a couple of inches off one leg. This was done to bring the top of the limb to horizontal. The small piece of wood was perfect for lathe turning into a sipping glass. It is fun to have the machinery available to be able to spontaneously create a “thing”.

Today, January 19^th is Joy’s birthday. Dave had invited us to Why for a birthday celebration dinner. The schedule was for us to be at their home at 1600 hrs. I had nothing special happening at the woodshop, so I left the shop at 1230.

After lunch, I drove to Olsen’s to buy a couple of cheap paintbrushes. I also wanted to find a nice bottle of Merlot for tonight’s dinner.

I bought three, 2 ½” brushes for the shop. The brushes will be used to apply an epoxy finish. There were a couple of old, scraggly brushes in the parts cabinet. I used one of them when I applied epoxy to the top of the limb table. Patrick used the second one when he spread an epoxy coating atop his new tabletop. Patrick’s tabletop will require fine sanding, and a second coat of epoxy.

On my way back to the house, I dropped the brushes off at the shop. Anne had made a birthday cake for tonight’s dessert. As a side dish for dinner, she prepared potato salad. We loaded everything into the car. We were off to Why.

The barbeque was fired up. We were going to have hamburgers as the main entrée for dinner. Potato and green salads, as well as Bush’s baked beans, were the side dishes. Plus, a fine California Merlot.

We all voted to wait a while before we took on the cake for dessert. With the table cleared, we were ready to play some pinochle. It was the guys against the gals.

The guys were ahead on the scoreboard when a timeout was called for some birthday cake. Candles were lighted, and Happy Birthday was sung. The cake was delicious. We decided to end the game playing.

The ladies had a quilt group gathering tomorrow morning. They wanted to spend a few minutes going over details about the quilt class project that they would all have to complete.

 Dave reclined in his lounge chair, with Sadie asleep on his lap. I read some from a tabletop magazine. I found difficulty with my eyes staying adjusted on the story’s small print, so I rested them.

We brought with us a small flat-screen TV, along with the Apple TV control module from the TV room. With the module, all one needs to enjoy an evening program is a WiFi link. We have unlimited data on our iPhones. All we need to do is turn the iPhone into a Hot Spot, and program the Apple module to use it.

Some evenings, the iPhone/Apple combination has worked well. On other evenings, the iPhone’s internet speed seemed to be in the negative. We could receive nothing.

We also used iPhones to link our laptops to the internet. Here, too, on some days the speed was too slow to be able to even read the day’s mail. The dependency frustration was getting to us.

Anne checked with the local internet company to find out what kinds of service we could get set up. For streaming services, used for example when watching TV, a 6 Mbps service was recommended. The arrangement was made for the technician to visit the house on inauguration day, between 1000 and 1300 hrs.

I came home for lunch on Wednesday. The internet modem had been installed. I used the Apple module to tune into ABC News Live. There were several talking heads on the air. The streaming was quick and seamless. I think this will work OK.

Twice, since our arrival, I have used the hoses to water the dying desert flora in the yard. This has been a very dry winter. Sometimes, I think that weather science is magic. Last week, the forecast for Ajo was cloudy on Tuesday, and rain on Wednesday.

Tuesday woke up bright blue but late in the day clouds started to cover the sky. Wednesday, Ajo, and the surrounding desert received a downpour. It was exciting to step outside after the rain and to take in the smell of the quenched scene.

            Friday is my day as a shop steward. Anne was off to tennis at 0830 hrs. I Unplugged the Club Car and climbed aboard. The solenoid clicked, but the rig didn’t move. I suspected that I may not have had it plugged in correctly. Today was going to be for, “These boots are made for walking”.

            I arrived at the shop door, and I discovered that the key lock had been replaced with a Schlage keypad lock. A man drove up in a pickup. He asked if I needed in. I learned that he was Bucky. Bucky was the head maintenance man for the complex. Bucky gave me the combination. I think that it was blind luck that Bucky happened to drive up just as I had arrived.

            Most of the morning was taken up with assisting Patrick, and others. Mid-day, Cathy came into the shop. Last year I had made a nightstand for her use in her RV. Cathy had designed the stand, and she asked if I would build it. The stand turned out fine. Today, Cathy came in to ask me to build an open-framed stand with a removable middle shelf.

            As she had before, Cathy had made notes about the design of her new RV stand. She tried to explain the stand’s design, but her notes were only translatable by her. As I had done last year, I walked Cathy to the chalkboard. At the board, I drew sketches of my interpretation of her notes. After a few corrections, I had the design chalked out on the board.

           

             Cathy had purchased 2”x2” lumber for me to use. We discussed the project for a few more minutes. She left me with her phone number, and then she drove away. Later in the afternoon, I got started cutting the required pieces. I decided that I would butt-join all the pieces, but I would glue into the ends of the 2”x2” s a 1/8” thick by 3” long veneer tenon. The width of the tenon would the width of the wood. This wide sliver of veneer would add tremendous strength to the butt joints.

            I prepared a second coating batch of epoxy for Patrick’s tabletop. I left him to apply the new mix. He ran low on the spread ability of the epoxy. I made another batch for him. When Patrick had finished brushing on the epoxy, I used the propane torch to quickly wand over the tabletop. This eliminated the few air bubbles that were left behind from the brush strokes. The epoxy was the last task of the day. We locked up, and I went home.

Joy invited us to Saturday morning brunch. She planned for us to be in Why by 1030 hrs. When we arrived, Joy was tending some outdoor plants, and Dave was in the attic, above the new master bedroom shower.

Dave was sizing a 2”x4” spacer, through which he would screw down into the top of the shower wall header. He had inserted a wire into the attic to mark the center/end of the top plate. The 2”x4” brace would keep the free end of the shower wall from sliding at the ceiling.

I met Dave at the attic opening and he handed the marked 2”x4” for me to cut. Let me see. Is it measure once, and cut twice? Or is it measure twice and cut once? He crawled back to the shower wall head to find out that the brace was too long. It turned out that for this piece, it was measure twice, and cut twice.

Dave returned to earth, and I helped him measure and cut the two studs for the shower wall. The studs were plumbed and screwed into place. The next step was to locate where the shower control module would be located. As one came to the shower, Dave wanted to be able to reach around the wall and turn the shower on. The module would be mounted at 48” high.

The shower module would be mounted to a 2”x4” backplate that was screwed between the first two studs. It turned out that the 2”x4” s 1 ½” thickness was going to be about 2/3” too thick. The showerhead fixture would be mounted using a 2”x4” plate, also. Both pieces of wood would be taken to the woodshop where they would be planed to the correct thickness.

The ladies had finished their quilting discussion. Dave and I had done what we could do until we had visited the shop. We decided to have Dave ride with us to Ajo. Joy would join us later for Anne’s special beef stroganoff dinner. While Anne tended to the pre-dinner preparations and a deserved rest, Dave and I drove to the Curley woodshop.

We had the shop to ourselves. The two special backing boards for the shower wall were thinned. Dave then helped me assemble the two wall sections of the RV stand for Cathy. Our work at the shop finished, we returned to the house.

Dinner would be an hour or more away. I turned on the TV and tuned in the “Chuck” series. We both enjoyed the antics of Chuck and the faux agents. I think this series goes back to the ’60s.

Dinner was wonderful. Joy kept things interesting with queries about the chronological dating of the books of the New Testament. After dinner, we Googled, and we asked Wikipedia about the chronology. Joy’s thoughts were pretty much spot on.

Wine glasses were freshened. It was time to play some dominoes. When Anne and I play, we see who can be the first to break 200 points. We were well on our way. When we stopped, Anne led with 125 points.

Skye and Victoria had called earlier. They are motoring Skye’s Mustang to Emmett to store the car in the barn. The folks need to brief Skye on how to turn the home heat and water systems on. They also need to call Kevin and have him prepare to pull his trailer out of the barn. Kevin is a friend and a helper who stays in a travel trailer on the property. Kevin and Dave have been remodeling the trailer. This is why it was in the barn.

It had been a busy, yet enjoyable day. We shared two great meals, and we shared skills in getting things done. I had noticed, when at the Why home, that the corn mash was bubbling once in about 22 seconds. We are expecting rain on Sunday and again on Monday. By the time Tuesday rolls around, it will be sunny, and the mash will have completed its fermentation. It should be right for creating some shine.

Anne plans for tennis each Monday morning. The wind was blowing strong. Anne said that she wouldn’t be playing today. I backed the Club Car away from its charging station at the garage, and I rode to the woodshop. At the shop, I used a bungee cord to hold the bench seat vertical. If it started to rain, this would keep the seat dryer.

I spent much of the morning sanding the RV stand I was making for Cathy. I collected the fine sawdust from this work. The 2”x2” s I used to build the stand had typical rounded edges. The soft edges caused a small gap appearance at the butt end junctions. In hindsight, I should have run the boards through the planner to sharpen the edges.

With the sawdust, I mixed some glue. I used a chisel to press the mixture into the cracks at some of the joints. Hopefully, the mixture will create a satisfactory result. Waiting for the glue to dry is a lot like watching grass grow. On to the next job.

Rodney, the new shop manager, wanted to have a bulletin board posted on the wall near the entry door. It was decided that the board should be 2’x3’ on its sides and have the sides about 3” deep. The walled pinboard would have a plexiglass cover.

Construction of the box would be done with 1”x4” stock. I scrounged the wood racks for some nice pieces. None were found. There were two short lengths of 2”x4” that looked clean enough. I ripped the wood on the table saw to create the pieces I needed. With the edges cleaned up by the edger, I was ready to assemble.

Last year, I made a jig for cutting ¼” wide box joints. A piece of stock is clamped vertically to the jig. The exposed length of the router bit is set to the thickness of the wood you are using. The jig is then slid slowly into the spinning bit. The cut slot just made is then placed over the ¼” peg. Doing so fixes the wood to receive the next slot, and so on.

 With the jig adjusted for the thickness of the wood that I had prepared for the sides of the pinboard, I carefully cut fingers into the ends of the four sides of the box. The joints fit together fine.

The top shelf of Cathy’s RV stand needs to have a rim attached. The rim will keep items set on the top from sliding off while moving. I ran two 2”x2” offcut pieces across the edger. I then ripped the two square pieces in half, on the table saw. I cut two to the length, and I cut two to the width of the top shelf. Then I cut fingers in each end, for finger joining the top shelf rim. The cutting was done.

I finished each of the two ¾” plywood shelves with 1/8” thick strips of pine glued to the edges. With the rim glued to the top shelf, the next thing I needed to do was to add a couple of pieces of dowel to each shelf. The dowels would peg into the shelf frame. This will prevent the shelves from sliding when the RV is moving.

Two ½” dowel pegs were added to the front, bottom edge of each shelf. They peg into the front frame by ½”. The top shelf rim frame was sanded, and then it was glued to the top shelf. Cathy’s RV stand is now complete.

The pinboard for outside the shop door has the frame built, sanded, and ready for the addition of inside backing strips. Thin, ¾” wide strips of wood will be glued to the inside bottom of the frame. These strips will hold-in the fiber pinboard. I am leaning toward mounting the pinboard assembly horizontal on the wall. I would like to see a plexiglass window cover that is hinged on the bottom. This will permit adding and deleting pinboard items with the cover hanging out of the way.

I was surprised Thursday by Rodney. We had chatted a few days earlier about how Desert Senita, the local health clinic, did not provide COVID-19 vaccine shots to those who had not been patients. Anne and I both qualify for 75+ age for vaccinations. I told Rodney that I should, perhaps, break a finger so that I could become a patient.

Rodney came by the woodshop to tell me that he had just heard on the news that Desert Senita was dropping the patient requirement. He said that I needed to call the clinic and set an appointment.

I set aside what I had been working on, and I placed a call to the clinic. The operator passed me to the office that handles scheduling. The phone rang and rang. I got a message machine. I left my name and my phone number. This was going to be another lost cause attempt.

Friday is my day as a shop steward. I arrived and I opened the woodshop at 0930 hrs. I was working contently, by myself, when I got a phone call. The call was from Anna, of the Desert Senita clinic. Wow. A returned phone call.

Straight away in the conversation, Anna let me know that Anne and I had an appointment at 1500 hrs. for our first shots. She proceeded to collect information from me. I was told to arrive several minutes early because the clinic would have a lot of “new patient” paperwork to fill out.

I called Anne and I told her the good news. She would plan to pick me up from the shop at about 1430 hrs. The clock on the wall seemed to go into slow motion. It was a long time until the appointment.

Early to arrive, we were handed clipboards that were loaded with paperwork. To receive the shots, we needed to document ourselves as new patients. This took us the fifteen minutes we had before the appointment time.

The nurse sat us down. She asked which shoulder. From the refrigerator, the nurse brought away two syringes of the Maderna vaccine. Each syringe had a small amount of liquid. I went first. The nurse said, “on three”, and then she counted. I didn’t notice the poke in my shoulder, and I didn’t have any sensation of an injected volume.

The nurse gave us each a shot record card as well as a card that told us of the date and time of our second shot. That is scheduled for 1500 hrs. on February 26^th. She then led us to the 15-minute waiting room. A doctor introduced himself and he gave us a “vaccination before-and-after” briefing paper. When our time was up, the doctor said we could leave.

We both silently spent the evening reflecting on our bodies. We wondered if we were having any reactions to the vaccine. None were reported. All seems well.  

Friday was filled with rain. Saturday was loaded with sunshine. This was the day that I had committed to Dave and Joy when we would distill the corn mash. First, we needed to get past breakfast.

Anne started a sourdough mix three days ago. Begin with some quantity of flour and water at room temperature. There is yeast present in the general environment. Yeast has been hanging around the flour before it became grain. So, when you hydrate the flour you are creating an environment in which the yeast can come out of a dormant state and one in which they can begin multiplying. The yeast multiply. The mixture starts to expand. Some of the mixture is discarded and is replaced with a new feeding of flour and water. This re-feeding process continues until the container begins to take on a sour scent. At this time, a chef can remove some of the mixture and use it for cooking. Of course, what volume is used, is replaced with a new feeding.

Anne had removed some of her new sourdough mix last night. She began the preparation for Saturday morning’s sourdough pancakes. Her grandmother made sourdough biscuits for breakfast every morning. Anne grew up with the tradition. But it is going to be a back-to-school event for the chef of the house. The pancakes were very good; however, they were not light and fluffy.

Now we can drive to Why to do the day’s distillation. The specific gravity (S.G.) of the mash before fermentation was 1.090. The S.G. of the fermented mash is 0.990. The difference between before and after is 0.1. Using a Proof Calculator, the finished mash contained 13.13% ABV. This ABV figure means that we should have over ¾ gallon of ethanol in the six-gallon volume of mash.

Now there is no way we are going to distill that much pure ethanol. What we will get is a volume of distillate that is a mixture of alcohol and water. With careful control of the pot’s column temperature, we could likely get over a gallon of high-proof shine.

There is a period of waiting when the flame is first applied to the kettle of the pot still. The progress of vapor creation is monitored via a thermometer probe placed at the junction where rising vapors cross over to the condensing coil. The mash is brought slowly up to a near-boiling temperature. The thermometer rises ever so slowly, initially. Then, in the blink of an eye, the probe reads a temperature well above ambient. This means that hot vapors have warmed the length of the column and are ready to cross over to the condenser.

Coldwater is pumped through a tightly wound coil of ¼” copper tube. This coil is the condenser coil. It is placed in the path of the rising vapors. The condensation process is done in a section of the still’s column that is accessed by passing through a T-junction. The condensed liquid then flows outside of the still, and not back down the main column to the pot.

Methanol, acetaldehyde, acetone, and some other nasty fermentation byproducts have lower vaporization temperatures than does ethanol. This means that they can be removed within a temperature range that does not contain ethanol. This faction is called the fore shot. The fore shot is the contents of the distillate that vaporized and is condensed below 80 C. This mixture of icky’s can be used for fingernail polish remover, or paint thinner, but it must not be used for consumption.

The probe temperature had risen quickly to over 50 C. I turned the heat down. The probe temperature, and thus the vapor temperature, rose slowly to the high 70’s C. Output from the condenser tube dripped slowly. The temperature reached the low 80’s C. This was the beginning of the Head range of the condensation. I moved the output tube to a new container. There had been about a cupful of fore shot collected. I discarded the fore shot.

The Heads is the faction that is collected between the vapor temperatures of 80 – 90 C. The Heads will produce an output that has a proof range of up to 170. It contains a lot of alcohol. The Heads will also still contain some distillate components which are a little bit off. The Heads can be blended later with the Hearts distillate to create a very tasteful product.

The Hearts faction is lower in alcohol proof than the Heads. However, as the name of this faction indicates, this is the finest range of the distillation process. The Hearts faction happens between 90 C and 95 C. The proof output of the Heart faction may be around 120 proof.

The work involved in distilling is to be able to control the temperature of the vapors at the thermometer probe. One wants to pass through the Heads, and through the Hearts, temperature ranges as slowly as possible. In simple terms, when a mixture in a solution depletes the lower vapor temperature compound, then the temperature will rise to the vapor temperature of the next lowest. So, as long as heat is being applied, and the temperature is not rising, then the mixture is exuding a majority of the desired vapors. This is why pure water boils at 100 C, and it stays at that temperature until it is all gone. We know, however, that water will begin to steam at a lower temperature. That is its vapor temperature.

Above 95 C is the faction called the Tails. The Tails still contain a large amount of ethanol, but this faction also contains some larger alcohols that begin to impart off-flavors and scents to the distillate. The Tails and the early portion of the Heads are generally not used by producers in their retail products. At the end of the distillation run, the remains in the pot are saved for the next mash distillation. They are added because of the volume of ethanol that remains.

Today’s four-hour still-fest netted one gallon of 130 proof moonshine. The next thing that needed to be done is to dilute the shine with distilled or reverse osmosis water. We want the final product to be 80 proof, or 40% ABV. A dilution ratio calculation determined that approximately 0.65 gallons of water needed to be added. I added water a few cups at a time. I then took a S.G. reading to see what the impact was. It finally took over 10 cups of water to reach the 80 proof reading on the Alcoholometer.

Shine from the still doesn’t look like whiskey. It is crystal clear. Commercial producers of whiskey typically store the still’s output in fire-charred oak barrels. This process ages and adds color and flavor texture to the product. This effect can be emulated to a degree by adding medium charred oak chips to the shine. In a few days, the liquid will acquire a light amber color. It will also begin to have a flavor that is biased with a hint of woodiness. This is also the opportune time to create special flavors in some or all of the output. For example, adding a small, measured amount of Maple Extract to a given volume of the moonshine will enhance the color, and it will add a very slight maple aftertaste.

Sunday morning Anne cooked eggs and pancakes for breakfast. She used some of her sourdough for the pancakes. The pancakes were a little lighter this morning. The meal was yummy.

It was sad. During breakfast, we ran out of strawberry jam and maple syrup. I told Anne that I wanted to visit Olson’s store to look for canning jars. I want the jars to use for the moonshine. Anne added bread to the shopping list.

Olson’s had no jars, and they haven’t been able to order any for some time. While there, I visited the hardware section of the store. I found some small hinges and some hasps. These will be used to add a couple of doors to the cupboards at the woodshop.

Home again, I looked at Amazon for half-pint jars. It had them, and they included lids. I ordered a package that came with two sets of 12ea. The half-pint size seemed convenient for the last run that I made.

Sunday we were asked to assist Dave and Joy in the transporting of an Isuzu Trooper from Ajo to Why. Why? Because their friend, Ross, who lives near Casa Grande, purchased it. No one is sure why Ross purchased the SUV. Thoughts are that because he had worked a long time as a car salesman, he just had an urge to deal with a used car.

No matter. The two drove to the house at 1030 hrs. We followed them out to the home where the SUV was. We had a short visit with Joe, the purveyor of the rig. He described what he had recently done to improve the SUV’s state. He explained to Dave what needed attention with the car.

My mission was to drive the SUV to Why, where it would be parked at Duncan’s home until Ross comes to pick it up. The SUV is a 2001 model. It seemed to have a very quiet body, at highway speeds. And, it had a half tank of gas. Our treat for this morning’s small effort was a cup of coffee and a maple bar.

My afternoon was spent at the woodshop. There, I assembled the frame for the woodshop’s outdoor sign. I had collected some cut branches of local trees that I planned to use with the sign. The words, “Wood Shop” would be ceramic letters made by the pottery shop. Surrounding the words would be 1” tall slices of different species of local wood. There was significant chop saw time spent creating the many slices of wood. By the close of the shop’s day, I had glued all the cut pieces onto the sign’s backboard.  They formed a mosaic that surrounded the words.

The next step with the outdoor sign is to add a layer of mortar to the background. Jason had a nearly full bag of premix mortar that he brought to the shop for the cause. I mixed the mortar to a thin state. I needed to be able to pour the mix between all the wood pieces. The shop didn’t have a container that had a spout to pour from. Wait a minute. What about that coffee pot that nobody uses?

The mortar premix set quickly. I slid and shook the sign to level the poured mix. It took five to six coffee pots full to bring the background to the desired level. Things cleaned up quickly. The last step in the sign’s makeup is to sprinkle clean sawdust over the wet mortar. The sawdust might add a spirit of what working in the shop really means.

Rodney gave me the name and phone number of a woman who wanted to build a couple of things. Her name is Lisa. She owns and operates a pet service shop in Ajo. She told Rodney that she had many wood pallets that she would like to donate to the woodshop.

I called Lisa on Thursday morning. She would like us to build a container that would hold three rubbish bins. The spirit of the container is to present a tidier appearance regarding her waste bins. Her daughter has a pet snake. The snake is kept in a terrarium. She would like to make a stand for the snake’s home.

I asked Lisa to text me a sketch, with the dimensions of the rubbish container. Her daughter would text me some pictures of what she would like her terrarium stand to look like.

The sketch I received from Lisa was crude. I spent a few minutes redrawing what I thought she was trying to display. My drawing was sent to Lisa, along with a few questions. I received a quick response. Lisa liked my drawing, and she answered each of my questions regarding the container’s potential use.

Lisa told me that she had several pickup loads of pallets that she wanted to deliver. The pallet timber can be used to build the container. The same material should be plenty strong enough to use for a terrarium stand. It will be at least a week before the shop will see the first load of pallets.

As promised, Lisa brought a load of pallets to the woodshop on Thursday. Rodney was there to help me unload them. Some of the pallets looked rough. Several had split and unusable boards. Lisa said she would bring another load next week.

Friday is my day in the shop. I arrived early. I wanted to begin taking apart the pallets. This is not a fun chore. The 1”x6” boards are nailed to the 2”x4” frame pieces with spiral cut nails. The purpose of the use of these special nails is to hinder their removal when a woodshop wishes to recycle the timbers. Some may claim that the nail’s usage serves another esoteric purpose.

I managed to disassemble one complete pallet. In the process, I collected three mostly rotten 1”x6” pieces of wood. I was able to extract only a dozen, or so, of the spiral nails. The wood was recovered by beating the wood past the head of each nail. Using a wedge under the wood, to pry the nails out only resulted in cracking the boards.

Lisa’s spirit of contributing these pallets to the woodshop is certainly a nice gesture. However, we are not going to be able to recover sufficient boards suitable for constructing the two projects that Lisa wants. What that means is that the pallets Lisa brings to the shop will be on our shoulders to dispose of. The remainder of her pallets need to be carted directly to the Ajo dump. I will call Lisa on the first of the week to tell her that we can not use the pallet wood.

On Wednesday, a woman stopped at the shop. She has a writing chest that has damage to both rear legs. Her name is Susan. Susan brought with her a plastic bag that contained wood pieces from one of the bad legs. I told Susan that the shop could re-glue the wood to the leg, but not without there being evidence of the repair. She desired to have a reliable and stable chest. She wasn’t too concerned about how it looked.

I asked Susan to email me some photos of the damaged legs. Which she did. It looked like the chest may have been drug on its rear legs. This perhaps caused the wood to splinter. I told her that I would arrange a pickup to use to collect the desk the first of the week.  

Today is Valentine's Day, February 14^th. Today is also Jim Leroy’s birthday. We received some great news this past week. Jim and Paula are flying to Phoenix on Wednesday morning, the 17^th. They made plans to rent a car and drive to Ajo in the afternoon. They have plans to visit with us for a week.

Anne stopped in at the town’s Visitor Center. There she collected some maps and ideas for daytime site seeing. We are in the heart of the Sonoran Desert. That sounds bleak. But there is a great variety in the topology of southern Arizona, and this adds visual relief during outback excursions. The greater Ajo area has a lot of history. We are planning memorable daytime activities during their visit.

Jim recently went through a bout with COVID-19. The illness laid him up for a couple of weeks. He has received a clean wellness report and he is ready to travel. Paula recently retired from a long career with Rogue Federal Credit Union. She had served the credit union for over 40 years. Paula was adored by her coworkers. They gave her a warm and wonderful send-off. She is ready to begin filling this new chapter of her life with change, and with some adventure.

Anne and I began clearing the spare bedroom, aka, sewing room, and readying the room for our guests. We found ample space in the main bedroom for the sewing table and the worktable. There are a queen-size mattress and box-spring stored in the garage. Early this week I will solicit the help of a woodshop coworker to aid me in moving the spare bed.

Thursday Anne drove to Casa Grande. She needed to do some large store shopping, and she had to visit a jeweler to get her wristwatch battery replaced. She also made arrangements to have lunch with her friend, Deli. She returned from the busy day with lots of pantry supplies. She had the cooler filled with food for the refrigerator. In the cooler were some New York Strip steaks. She plans to provide Valentine's meal for the Ajo Duncan’s.

A phone visit with Joy set the time and place for the Valentine feast at 1630 hrs., in Why. The plan is to arrive early and to put potatoes in the oven, to get their baking time started. Dave is planning to have a fire going in the Chiminea. He has plenty of scrap wood, from the woodshop, and comfortable chairs in which we can enjoy warmth, wine, and a visit while the desert air quickly cools with the setting sun.

 Barbequed steaks, baked potatoes, tossed green salad, and a glass of Merlot made this a scrumptious early evening meal. We spoke of many things while we enjoyed the company of the ones we loved the most. Exhausted, Anne and I found ourselves on the short journey back to Ajo at 2000 hrs.

Monday morning, we both arose early. Today Anne had a match with her tennis group. I had to finish the leg repair on Susan’s writing desk. I whisked myself away on the Club Car to the woodshop. Anne met up with the other three players at the public courts near the high school.

I came back from the shop at lunchtime. I had done the most I could think of to repair the broken rear legs of the desk. The pieces of the legs that Susan had saved glued into their original places. The glue work would prevent the wood from splintering once again along the same wood grain lines. However, they may splinter anew next to the repair sites. A cap attached to the bottom of each leg would prevent splintering should the desk be slid again on the floor.

 Lacking suitable caps, I decided to insert a dowel in each leg. The 3/8” dowel would be added an inch up from the bottom of each leg. The dowels would be glued in and they would be set perpendicular to the split grain. The appearance of the finished work was not objectionable. I think that Susan will get long service with the repairs that were done at the shop.

Anne reported that she had had a good day on the courts. They had played for two hours. Each team had won a set, and she had enjoyed that she had served and had volleyed well. Both of us took some time out after lunch.

Paula and Jim were arriving for their visit on Wednesday afternoon. The second bedroom, aka sewing room, needed to be remodeled and cleaned up. The small table, the sewing machine table, and the lounging chair were all removed. The tables were moved to the main bedroom, and the chair was put into the living room. I swept up the dust bunnies and I wiped the floor with a damp mop. The room was ready for the spare bed.

The queen mattress and box springs were neatly stored inside the garage/shed at the back corner of the yard. I had considered asking one of the guys from the woodshop to assist me in carrying the bed to the house. When I spoke to Anne about bringing in the bed, she volunteered to help me. We struggled with finding good grips on the box spring. It was stop-and-go to the back door. The potential big problem with the box spring was whether it could be maneuvered around the quick couple of turns when entering through the back door.

The box spring is 80” long. It would not make it into the house if brought in the long way. On the back porch, we stood the spring upright. The height of the box spring was about an inch shorter than the doorways. We slid the unit past the washing machine, across the kitchen floor, through the living room, and into the bedroom. We made it. Looking back, it was as if the distances between right-angle turns on the pathway were designed such that this procedure could be done.

Next, was the heavy, floppy mattress. Thankfully, the mattress had grip straps built onto the long sides. They made lifting the bulk a bit easier. Carrying the mattress meant that we had to hoist it to shoulder height, one at each end. The mattress had no problem going into the house lengthwise. Once on the floor, however, the mattress received the same sliding perks that the box spring had. Yea. The hard work was done.

Jim and Paula enjoyed a direct flight between Medford and Phoenix. They arrived early Wednesday morning in Phoenix. They drove to the front gate of our Guest House Road Casa shortly after lunchtime. Anne prepared lunch, and we ate at the table in the outside room. It was great to see them and to catch up on family transactions since Christmas time.

One of the things the Leroy’s and the Duncan’s did regularly in Medford was to get together to play pinochle. After lunch, the decks were brought out. It was the guys against the gals. The victory was usually equally split between the two teams. This welcome to the Ajo match was taken by the ladies. Drats!

We had many sightseeing sorties planned, while Jim and Paula were here. The first excursion was to the Ajo Historical Society Museum. The museum occupies the old St. Catherine’s Indian Mission (at the end of Indian Village Road), the museum houses many artifacts and mementos from Ajo’s past. The displays include a complete blacksmith shop, a dentist’s office, and an early print shop.

On the way to the mission, we stopped at a viewpoint that overlooked the New Cornelia open pit mine. The presence of the copper-bearing ore was discovered by the Spaniards in 1750. Copper was first produced in modern times in 1917. The roughly circular pit is one and a half miles across at its widest point, and 1,100 feet deep at the center.

Although not generally regarded as a 'dam', the New Cornelia Mine Tailings is often cited as the largest dam structure in the United States with a volume of 7.4 billion cubic feet. The mine was shut down in 1983 due to low copper prices, and a worker dispute with the local union. Copper production from the mine totaled 6.304 billion pounds of copper, worth about US$20.8 billion at the 2010 copper price of $3.30/pound.

The next day we drove the 10 miles long “scenic loop” that starts in downtown Ajo. The loop goes around the gigantic open-pit copper mine, up into the mountains behind Ajo, and then back down the mountains into downtown Ajo. The scenic loop goes mostly through BLM land. Anywhere BLM is an open-door invitation for RV boondocking. The lop is considered the most primo boondocking in the Pima County, Arizona desert region. For the trip today, the loop was a great way to have an up-close look at the fauna of the Sonoran Desert. We made a few stops to walk about and to examine closely some of the many cacti species. True to its reputation, the loop had many boondockers nested on pads of gravel that had been carved at one time as off-shoots of the unpaved loop road.

We drove one branch road off the main loop. This poorly maintained stretch of gullied dirt took us past a graveyard. The graveyard was sited on a hilly piece of desert. The yard appeared to be well maintained. It was filled with white crosses that were being used in place of gravesite headstones. At the crest of one hill was an open, roofed patio. The graveyard is a burial spot for the local Indian people, the Tohono O'odham. The patio is used as a ceremonial gathering spot for recently departed.

Jim is a golfer. He was naturally interested in having a look at the Ajo Country Club Golf Course. When he saw a road sign pointing the way to the course, he wanted to visit. I told him that because of its location, visiting the golf course would best be done as an afternoon drive.

The Ajo County Club is an oasis of green, surrounded by desert. It has the Ajo Mountains to the south, Childs Mountain to the west, and an arroyo cutting through the middle of the course. The golf course offers an abundance of wildlife, including roadrunners, coyotes, and deer. This course boasts a “classic” Arizona setting for golf.

An unusual feature of the country club is its location. Driving seven miles north, on AZ 85, the club is found off Mead Road. The golf course opened in 1956. The main club building was originally used as the mess hall for the nearby, formally WWII Army Air Corp training field. The airfield is now the Ajo Municipal Airport.

The club offers a full bar, restaurant, and banquet facilities. It also has a recently developed full-service RV campground. We needed a break. We masked up and went to the inside bar. Coming away with a couple of diet colas, and two pints of draft beer, we found a table on the outside covered patio. The afternoon was warm, with the sun to our backs.

 Saturday’s visit was to the Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument. Located south of Why on Route 85, the monument was established to protect this unique cactus and to maintain the great southwestern Sonoran Desert. A visitors’ center, campground, and two scenic drives enhance the traveler's desert visit.

We drove to the visitor’s center. An open, tent topped desk was set up at the front door. All normally scheduled Ranger talks and tours have been canceled, due to the Covid-19 pandemic. Entry to the center’s gift shop was limited to six people at a time. Lucky for us, however, was the fact that the use of the restrooms was uncontrolled.

We drove one of the associated scenic routes to its end. There we parked and enjoyed a short hike on a trail into a section of the monument’s outback. We were brought up close to various cacti, including many of the Organ Pipe. Organ Pipe cactus is unique in the U.S. to this region of Pima county, in Arizona. The main feature of the pipe cactus is the many arms that grow up from a central base.

Stenocereus thurberi, the organ pipe cactus is a species of cactus native to Mexico and is unique in the U.S. to this region of Pima county, in Arizona.  This species is found in rocky deserts. Its English common name is derived from its resemblance to a pipe organ. It is locally known as pitaya dulce, Spanish for "sweet pitaya" or sweet cactus fruit. The organ pipe cactus is usually pollinated by bats. The fruit is about the size of a tennis ball. Beneath the fruit's spiny exterior is red flesh that has been described as tasting better than watermelon.

From Organ Pipe Monument it is five miles to Lukeville, AZ.   Lukeville, named after native Arizonan Frank Luke, a World War I flying ace, is the last stopping point for supplies before entering Mexico. It has a U.S. Customs & Border Protection inspection station as well as several small shops and a gas station. At Lukeville is also the opportunity to get a close-up look at the infamous border wall.

We drove a short distance along Puerto Blanco Drive, north of Lukeville. Puerto Blanco Drive took us west, and parallel to the border wall. After a short distance, we found a cutoff that led towards the wall. There were no roadside postings that said we were forbidden from driving close to the wall. We came to a cul-de-sac at the end of this dirt stretch. From there it was a short walk to the wall.

The visual of the wall was impressive. The wall is built from closely spaced steel poles, known as bollards. The wall is 30 feet tall, as tall as a two-story building. Looking west from Lukeville the wall snakes up the hills and soon becomes out of sight. As we walked from the wall back to the pickup, we were passed by a border patrol agent. He greeted us from his rolled-down window.

At the Lukeville service station, we stopped for a lunch-time shopping visit. We came away with a couple of bags of munchies, enough to stay off our hunger until we arrived back home where we could fix a proper meal. It is 30 some miles between Lukeville and Ajo.

Once returned to the Guest House road home, the ladies prepared a generous lunch. We enjoyed the meal at the table on the covered patio. A breeze blew from the north through the screened walls. The table is set at the southern wall. We were warmed by the sun at our backs as we ate. Mourning doves were in and out of the backyard. Their non-stop cooing was determined to have no sociological, pigeon purpose, if not to disturb an otherwise tranquil afternoon. Following lunch, we brought out the cards and we enjoyed a couple of rounds of pinochle. Our guy vs gal running total of wins had become five to five.

After a short rest, Jim offered to help me deliver the repaired writing desk to the owner’s home. I called Susan and set up a time. No one was at the shop when we showed up. A quick load up of the desk into the rear of the pickup and we were off.

Jim and I both found it difficult to carry the desk through the narrow front gate at the front of Susan’s home. By the time we had hiked the furniture up the steps at the front door, we were ready for a catch of our breaths. The desk was replaced against the wall alongside the dining table. Susan was pleased with the work that had been done to restore the rear legs. She offered a $60 donation to the woodshop. Susan also gave the shop a new palm-held detail sander and a bag of Velcro sanding pads. I thanked her, and we left.

The 2018 GMC Canyon had come with wonderfully functional windshield wipers. During recent windshield dust cleansings, the driver’s side blade chose to begin ripping apart. Ajo does not have much to offer for diverse shopping experiences, but it does have a Napa Auto store. A few days earlier, I had stopped at the store to buy a set of replacement blades.

The store was well stocked, but there was no attendant around. I waited a few minutes before I asked if there was anyone available to help me. To my surprise there immediately arose a young, and very tattooed woman. She may have been taking a siesta on the floor behind the counter. I told her of my need, and she selected two blades from a wiper display section. I thanked her, and I left.

Jim and I had tried to mount the new blades, but they had incorrect coupling points. After delivering Susan’s desk, I drove us to the Napa store. There I was going to exchange the blades. It was a few minutes past 1500 hrs. this Saturday. The Napa store had taken the afternoon off. I will return on Monday.

Sunday afternoon we are invited to Dave and Joy’s for dinner and a visit. We stopped on the way home at Olsen’s store. I wanted to buy a bottle of Merlot for the Sunday meal. I also needed to secure another box of Franzia Merlot for our in-house use. Jim came into the store with me. At the checkout, Jim beat me to the card reader. He graciously paid for our libation needs.

 We had enjoyed a full and satisfying Saturday. But it wasn’t over. Following a late dinner, we reset the dining table and readied it for some pinochle. The running totals now read, five to six in favor of the guys. We hit the sack after a couple of episodes of “Chuck”, on the TV.

Anne has come down with a small case of sore throat and a sniffle. The sleep had gone well, up to 0500 hrs. when I awoke with a need to visit the porcelain pot. Returning to bed I got myself comfortable and I closed my eyes. Just then, Anne, while fast asleep, began to cough. I was not going to be able to regain sleep. I arose, put on my robe and I took the laptop to the dining table. With a morning cup of hot beverage, I sat down to work on this blog piece.

Paula joined me in the living room around 0800 hrs. I had prepared a pot of coffee. She poured a cup and relaxed on the sofa with her iPhone. Anne joined us a little later. Jim still slept.

Leroy’s are active in the Catholic Church. Immaculate Conception Catholic Church is a stately, crisp white feature that is located on the main road, directly across from the plaza. A first glance impression may be that of a building somewhere in the tropics. Palm trees are bordering the church. Clad in their Ajo, Sunday bests Jim and Paula left for the 1000 hrs. service.

Wow. That seemed quick. Leroy’s were back from the service in a little over one hour. They both had enjoyed the experience. The sermon had centered on the beginning of Lent. Anne had been busy, too. She was preparing bacon, sourdough pancakes, and a large cheese omelet. This sunny Sunday morning we ate our late breakfast at the patio table.

The feud goes on. The score stands at five to six. We all shared in clearing the breakfast table. And then, the cards were brought out. Anne had taped a blank paper to the living room wall. It had two columns: women, and men. Paula was designated as the scorekeeper. At the end of the morning's battle, the score read: women 6; men 9. Nice playing, Jim.

 

The Leroy’s had yet to visit the Duncan’s of Why. Anne and Joy have made arrangements for us to join them at 1630 hrs. for a Mexican dinner. We got ourselves together and we left Ajo a half-hour early. We were greeted eagerly at the front door. Friendly remembrance exchanges were made, and we were invited inside.

Dave asked Jim and me to follow him to the patio. There, he had an evening warming fire going in the chimera. On the limb table, he had some glasses placed next to a choice of three different wines. We each selected, and then we pulled chairs nearer to the heat. Dave and Jim spent a few minutes catching each other up on notables in their lives.

We stoked the fire, and then Dave took us inside to have a look at the progress he has made with the new master bedroom/bathroom construction. The water-in and the waste-out plumbing have all been put in place. They are waiting for a shower control unit to arrive, and then the walls can be finished.

It is a sunny afternoon. Why not take the General out for a spin? Dave checked Jim out on how to operate his ATV (the General). The General is a Rotax-powered working machine. Jim was going to take Paula on a ride around the urban outback, that is Why. Powered up, and ready to go, Dave guided Jim around the backyard trees. Jim was given instructions on what turns to make when leaving the property. We could hear them enjoying the bouncy jaunt. They came back grinning.

Outside again, the ladies joined us near the chimera. Joy had prepared a plate of cream cheese with Cowboy Cactus Salsa. This went with a bowl of tortilla chips. We all dug into the yummy combo. As the afternoon merged into early evening, the breeze chilled. We abandoned our outside visiting and we gathered inside.

Wednesday morning at 0930 hrs. we saw Jim and Paula off. They were on their way to Phoenix International to catch their afternoon flight back to Medford. They had enjoyed a direct, non-stop trip from Medford to Phoenix. The return flight, however, is going to land first at Seattle, take a 2-hour layover, and then onto Medford. They hope to be home by 2300 hrs.

The weeklong visit with Jim and Paula was a special treat for Anne and me. We did some nice sightseeing, played many games of pinochle, and we had wonderful visits. We will miss our dear friends, and we will look forward to meeting with them again on the home front.

Last week, Lisa brought eight 2”x4” s to the shop. These will be used for the construction of the frame for her rubbish bin holder. I used full-sized ones to make the base. For the vertical ends, and for the lid, I will rip the 2”x4”s in half. We are still awaiting the arrival of a few clean pallets.

A broken spindle-back chair was dropped off. I was selected to attempt the recovery. The chair seat had tightly woven wicker, and the front edge of the surrounding wood had broken away. The wicker pulled hard on the front and caused it to curl back. I found a way to clamp the front wood back in place without damaging the wicker. Working with one corner at a time, I glued and left it to cure overnight.

Besides the broken leading edge of the seat, the chair had a couple of broken leg cross rails. It must have gone through an abused time in its life. The holes for the cross dowels have been drilled ½” diameter. The dowels, however, are 5/8”. The ends have been turned to fit the holes in the legs. The dowels can all be replaced using ½” stock, or a larger dowel could be bought, and the plug ends can be turned down to fit. With the repairs, the once fine display days for the spindle-back have ended.

 Jay shared the shop with me on Friday. He held down the fort while I drove to Olsen’s to buy a couple of lengths of 5/8” dowel. The lengths of the four cross braces that needed replacing were short enough to mount on the lathe. I allowed ¾” at each end to be reinserted in the chair legs. That length is how much I turned down to ½”.

After completing the lathe work, I test-mounted the legs and the cross braces. Everything seemed to fit together ok. I will do the glue-up on my next visit.

A visitor, Ken, came into the shop with a question. He has a 5” slice of a tree that he would like to have planed level. The slice of wood is about four feet in diameter. Once the cut edges are flat, and parallel, Ken would like to add some legs. This will be used as an outdoor table. He is making it for his son.

Jay visited with Ken, and he told him that the shop could do what he requested. A sled would need to be built for the router. The sled would permit the router’s bit to be moved back and forth over the face of the large wafer of wood. This would create a surface that is parallel with the top of the workbench. Ken said that he would bring the wood to the shop on Monday.

Three weeks ago, Anne and I received our first shot of the Covid-19 vaccine. This afternoon, at 1500 hrs. we have an appointment to get our second shot. I closed the shop early. Anne and I arrived at the Desert Senita Clinic a few minutes ahead of schedule. We were met outside the front door by a nurse. She asked us a few questions, and then she took our temperatures at our foreheads. Both of us passed the test and we were shown inside the clinic.

One of the ladies behind the plexiglass at the reception counter handed us clipboards and pens. What a relief. Today’s paperwork was only one sheet. It asked for name, address, age, and phone number. I suppose this homework was necessary to document any changes since our last visit. Within a few minutes, a nurse came into the waiting room and she called our names.

Desert Senita is very security conscious. Access to anywhere beyond the reception waiting room was restricted to employees using proximity cards to unlock the inner doors. We followed Nurse Paula to the immunization suite. She seated us and then she took our temperatures. This time we got our body heat read with an ear probe. Both of us were reading in the 98F range. We were ready.

The nightly news program always leads with an update regarding the pandemic. Of late, the news has been about the supplies of vaccine. Naturally, no vaccine news story is complete unless it shows two or three closeups of long needles being poked into someone’s shoulder. Visions of the news program’s video were on both of our minds as Paula gave us the poke.

Nurse Paula directed us to the 15-minute, post-shot waiting room. In the room, we visited with the attending doctor. The doctor explained to us the reason there is often a day or two of second-shot body discomfort. The symptoms can be very similar to those created by the virus. The reason is that the body has created antibodies to defend against the intrusion of additional mRNA. The immunization shot does not contain any actual virus. The messenger RNA has been designed to create antibodies that will fight any invading Corona-19 virus. The second shot increases the effectiveness of the vaccine, as well as extending its active lifetime.

We ate dinner out this night. The Chu Chu Club has meals each Friday. They alternate weekly between deep-fried fish and chicken-fried steak. This week it will be steak for dinner. We watched the ABC Nightly News and then we drove to the club. We were there at a few minutes past 1800 hrs.

The Chu Chu Club is a membership club. However, you don’t need to be a member to eat the Friday dinners. American Citizens Social Club is the official name of the club. The main member attraction is the inexpensive bar tab. The building is divided in half. One half is the bar. It has an adjoining social area and pool room. This is the member side. The other half of the building features a large room with tables and chairs. Adjoining this room is a small kitchen. This half of the building is used for the Friday dinners, that are sponsored by the American Legion, and for large social events, such as Saturday night dances.

We learned that the American Legion Auxiliary in Ajo used the money earned at the Friday dinners to sponsor youth to Boy’s State. The chef is a Legionnaire. He and his wife, who collects the $10 for each meal, spent a few minutes telling us about their work with Boy’s State. They are proud of the effect that the program has on youth who attend.

The chicken fried steak dinner was served in a large, partitioned Styrofoam container. The meal consists of two slabs of the hammered meat, a serving of corn, a serving of mashed potatoes, and a bun with two packets of butter. The meat and potatoes were swimming in heavy white gravy. The door into the bar is open to the diners. I bought a diet Coke for Anne and a class of Merlot for me.

The meal went quickly. We had finished eating by 1830 hrs. We thanked the Legionnaire and his wife when we left. We challenged each other to pinochle and dominos when we arrived at the house. Anne bested me with the cards, but I came back on top with the tiles.

I spent a short time Saturday at the shop. While there, I finished gluing up the spindle back chair. The new leg cross-rails that I made needed to be stained. I located a small can of Red Oak stain on the paint shelf. The color turned out to be an exact match for the chair. Glued and stained. I left the chair for the weekend.

On Monday, my mission was to complete the construction of the three-bin container for Lisa. She had asked to have a hinged lid on the container. Jay and I talked about the hinged lid and we couldn’t figure out the possible reason for it. I texted Lisa and I asked her what the reason was for the lid. She responded that it would be just like her daughter to overfill a rubbish bin. Lisa would need to open the container to redistribute the trash. I reminded her that she had built in a foot of clearance for the top of the bins. That should be sufficient space to do any reshuffling. She agreed.

With the hinged lid eliminated, all I needed to do was put a cover on the top of the container.  I sorted a few boards that I had been able to salvage from the pile of pallets. To clean them up, I ran them through the wood planer. I attached several of the boards to the container. Space between the boards would eliminate standing water.

The top, sides, and back of the container were built. The bottom of the container was complete. The two sections would be joined after they were delivered to Lisa. There was one more detail that needed to be done. Lisa told me she had four cartwheels that she wanted to mount on the bottom. I had prepared the corners of the base for the addition of the wheel.

Rodney stopped by. I showed him the finished chair. He said that he regretted not having taken a picture of the chair when it had been dropped off at the shop. The before, and after were dramatic. I told him that the chair was ready to be sold. We agreed that the prices should be between $50 and $75. Rodney took a photo of the chair, to post in his on-line advertisement.

True to his promise, Ken brought in his 5” slab of redwood. He and Jay carried the large piece of rough-cut wood into the shop and set it on the workbench. Jay and I set into designing a router sled setup that could be used to flatten the slab’s surfaces. By early afternoon we had Ken making passes across the surface of the slab with the router. Slide the sled the width of the router bit, clamp the sled to the rail, and make another pass. The bit is ¾” wide. Ken was kept busy.

Ken worked on his rosewood until closing. He was at the front door early Tuesday morning. He finished the first pass over the slice. Jay set Ken up with a bit that was a bit longer for the second pass. The new bit was ½” diameter. The smaller size meant that Ken would need to make several more adjustments and passes during the second trimming.

The rosewood slice was leveled by late morning. The next step was to do a bench and floor clean-up. The sled framing was removed and put away. I briefed Ken on the use of the belt sander. Care needed to be handled carefully to avoid accidental edge gouging.

The 80 grit paper quickly took away the router trace lines. The belt sander was put away and the orbital sander with 220 grit was brought off of the shelf. The orbital sander was able to be used to apply direct attention to areas of scratching and to burn and discolored spots. The wood surface was feeling good. The 220 grit was replaced with 350 grit. The finer grit began to add a soft luster to the finish.

The slice of wood has a large crack, or check. We discussed methods that could be used to arrest further possible extensions of the crack. Jay wanted to purchase a bowtie template for his use. He felt that a bowtie splice insert across the crack would prevent crack expansion. It would also add an appealing wood color accent to the tabletop. Jay will pick up a template kit when on his trip to Tuscan, tomorrow.

Once the bowtie splices are added, a final sanding will be done. The last step in the new tabletop’s finish will be to apply an epoxy coat. The epoxy will seal the wood and will protect the wood from outdoor elements.

Bucky is the primary serviceman for the Curley school complex. The bulletin board has been finished for a couple of weeks. Arron, the director of the complex was told of the need to decide where the bulletin board could be hung. Because the Curley complex is on the historic register, hanging something on the outside of a prominent building could cause a problem.

It was a pleasant surprise when I came to the shop this morning. There is a handicap parking sign on the wall where we originally wished to have the board mounted. It turned out that the county government bureaucracy that would be involved to get the sign moved, should a request be submitted, was a task that Arron did not want to undertake. Bucky had mounted the board on the wall between the shop’s doors and the bathroom door. This may be a better place for the bulletin board. It will be seen by more people, than if it were on the handicap wall.

Rodney has offered the use of his office printer. With the printer, a few well-presented section headings can be made for the bulletin board; for example, Wanted and Sale. It would be great, too, if there were a way to print photos of some of the pieces of work that have been finished. That would present to the public an idea of what can be done in the woodshop.

The landlord, Daniel Reed, stopped by the house. He came to deliver the utility bill statements for last month’s usage. At that time, we told him that we would be leaving Ajo in mid-March. Anne had prepared a half month’s rent check for him.

During a shop visit with Rodney, he told me of his visits to Sonoyta, Mexico. This is the town adjoining Lukeville. He and a friend have visited Sonoyta several times while on backpacking trips. Rodney told me of a couple of hotels that provided good service, and that have excellent restaurants. This sounded like a great one-night getaway.

Rodney felt that Sonoyta was a safe town to visit. During his visits, he and his friend had been approached by persons who wanted to sell them drugs. He said that with a refusal, the sellers left them alone. Perhaps the police tend to leave the drug pushers alone, so long as they do not offend the tourist trade.

There is probably not very much to see with a day trip to Sonoyta. I asked Anne to run the idea past Joy when they were on their drive to Casa Grande. There, they were going to visit Deli, and all were going to get pedicures and they were going to share lunch.

Several days later I got a phone call from Dave. He told me what he had been working on at the house. He said that he and Joy would like to drive to Puerto Penasco, aka Rocky Point, for a visit. They were not interested in seeing more of Sonoyta.

Rocky Point is located on the northern shores of the Sea of Cortez on the small strip of land that joins the Baja California Peninsula with the rest of Mexico. Since the late 1990s, there has been a push to develop the area for tourism. It is now one of the most important tourist destinations in northern Mexico. Puerto Penasco is often called "Rocky Point" in English, and it has been nicknamed "Arizona’s Beach" as it is the closest beach to cities such as Phoenix, Tucson, and Yuma.

Two years ago, the four of us visited Rocky Point. We had stayed in a hotel that was located on the waterfront. This hotel did not have a sandy beach. When the tide was out, the shoreline was a rock. We had spent some time visiting the tourist strip. We also drove south of Puerto Penasco to a spot that had access to sandy beaches. As a departure from Ajo drew close, I did not want to revisit this tourist city. Anne and I decided to scrub any visit to Mexico this year.

On Friday, Rodney brought in a stubby, spindle chair. The wood of the chair was in good physical shape. All the legs and spindles needed to be re-glued. With that done, the chair would be solid as a rock. However, the chair had been painted a light green. Besides being ugly, the paint was chipping off. Everything needed to be stripped.

I began the rebuild process by removing the back assembly as one piece. I then removed and labeled the legs and the cross members. The base of the chair was now in pieces.

The legs and the cross pieces are all 1 ½” diameter, sculpted doweling. I wasn’t going to use any paint stripper. The easiest way to remove the paint would be to sand the parts while spinning them on the lathe. I tested this approach with three pieces. I used 80 grit sandpaper. The old paint came away quickly. Seven pieces are attached below the seat. There are five spindles on the back. They can all be sanded on the lathe. The seat and the back top will be sanded with the palm sander.

Monday was busy. I began the day sanding chair spindles. That progressed well until Ken arrived. He had purchased a bowtie kit this weekend, while on a trip to Phoenix. The package contained plexiglass cutouts of different shapes to make splices for joining wood. It also had with the package a router bit and bushings for making the cutout and then the inserted piece.

I spent the rest of the morning helping Ken with the splices. We made two splices across the fracture on his large redwood slab. There should be no more cracking. I asked him to make the bowtie insert a fraction taller than needed. This was so he could later sand down to the surface of the redwood, assuring a smooth finish.

While at the wood store in Phoenix, Ken bought a supply of epoxy. I asked him to make a putty using redwood sawdust and Titebond glue. This putty would be used to fill the large crack from the bottom up to within ¾” of the top surface. When this hardened, Ken would sand the surface at the splices and then he would add epoxy to the crack. The epoxy for the crack would have a light blue dye added. The dyed epoxy would add an accent to the tabletop. When the accented epoxy has dried, Ken will sand it to the surface of the wood. The next step will be to add a couple of coats of clear epoxy to the entire surface.

Steve came to the shop with a “hurry up” project. He had backed into his mailbox and that had broken the 4”x4” post. Steve came to the shop with his mailbox. He wanted me to fashion a wood insert for the bottom of the box. The insert would then be fastened to a new post.

I measured the recess on the bottom of the box. A piece of wood was found in the scrap supply. I cut and attached the wood to the box. While doing this, Steve had called Michael. Steve knew that Michael had a 4”x4” post that could be used. Michael soon arrived with the post. We cut the post to length, allowing for one foot of burial. I then mounted the box to the post. Steve thought the completed work to be perfect. He dug into his pocket and he pulled out $20 for a donation to the shop’s till. Two o’clock. It was time for lunch.

When I carried Steve’s new mailbox assembly to his pickup, I discovered that he had brought along all his dining table chairs. There are five chairs. They all wiggle. Each of them needs to be taken apart and then re-glued. One of the chairs needs to have a cross-brace dowel replaced.

I began Wednesday morning by working on Steve’s chairs. The chairs have seats that are woven. The weave isn’t done with cane. It is more like tight strips of thick fabric. The weave joins in the middle of the seat area and it creates four equal, triangular sections. The point of this description is that the chairs cannot be taken apart without unraveling the seat fabric. What I tried to do was to wiggle each chair to determine which joint(s) were loose. When identified, I spread the legs to expose the cross-member tenons. I then applied as much glue as I could to the tenon. I did this at each end of each loose dowel cross member. The legs were then clamped to ensure that each tenon was held tight.

Steve’s chairs are painted black. The paint has been worn off of many of the cross members. The partial glue job helped stiffen each chair. However, the best fix would be to completely take apart each chair, sand each element bare, reassemble, repaint, and then reweave the seat. The key is in knowledge of the weave.

The spindle chair has been sanded and then reassembled. I selected from the paint shelf a walnut stain. I begged a pair of latex gloves from Jay. Within a half-hour, the chair was looking very dark. I will let it sit overnight.

Tomorrow I will give the chair a light sanding. I will use 320 grit. I would like to achieve three things with the sanding. First, I want to remove any raised fibers that have been created with the staining. Second, I want to create a smooth surface upon which I will apply a tung oil finish. And third, I would like to carefully lighten the hue of the stain to give the appearance of wear in some areas, particularly on the seat. This preparation shouldn’t take more than an hour.  

When I began taking apart the pallets, I had removed nails in many of the recovered 2”x ribs. Thinking that they may be reusable, I stacked them near the wood bin. All the ribs had been used more than once. They all had old plank nails that had been sawn off. The embedded nail bodies made the wood unsafe to mill or to cut. I decided to just scrub them and cut them into usable pieces of firewood.

Watching carefully to avoid nails, I cut several ribs. A few of the ribs were oak. They would have been fine pieces, but for the nails. From these cuts, I created four new bundles of firewood. I added them to the growing stack that is piled against the outside wall.

 Watching carefully to avoid nails, I cut several ribs. A few of the ribs were oak. They would have been fine pieces, but for the nails. From these cuts, I created four new bundles of firewood. I added them to the growing stack that is piled against the outside wall.

Friday, I was up at 0630 hrs. There were no shadows yet outside, but it was light enough to see clearly. As I began to dress, I heard a neighbor’s dog barking. A glance out of the side window caught a dog’s movement next door. I watched for a moment. Then, I saw two or more. But they were not dogs. Javalinas had invaded.

As seen through the window, the Javalina were about 15 feet away. They were busy nosing around in the gravel that was the neighbor’s driveway. As I watched, all of a sudden, a couple of the animals appeared just under the window. Some had come into our yard.  

I disconnected my iPhone from its charging cable, and I took it to the window. The Javalina were just disappearing behind the edge of the outside patio. I carefully opened the back door. I stepped to the screened opening and from there I watched them in the back yard. There were ten animals that I counted. Four of them were large, and the rest seemed to be about half size. They tended to move together in a loose pack manner. There were a couple of large Javalina on the other side of the rear fence. Those animals moved back and forth on the graveled rear alley. There are no gaps in the fencing that would permit access to the alley. Those animals were separate.

The Javalina foraged the entire yard. A few of them disappeared behind the rear shed. Soon, all of them, in a stretched-out line, marched quickly past the side of the house. They exited onto Guest House Road. On to the next home.  

Friday, the 12^th of March, is my last day as a Steward at the woodshop for 2021. This has been a busy couple of months. I got to fix a lot of things, and I had the opportunity to assist others with their projects. Old friendships have strengthened, and I am happy to have made new friends.

It takes me over an hour, with interruptions, to clean out my two lockers. Everything finds a place in one of the two lidded, plastic containers, or the once laundry soap bucket, for small articles. Farewells are said, and I am off.

Wait a minute. The Club Car stopped running. I was about to drive it back to the house and return for the pickup. I asked Jay, Michael, and Rodney to stay for a minute to help me load the Club Car onto the trailer. I returned within five minutes towing the trailer. The four of us got the cart loaded. The new trailer, with the drop-down tailgate, makes getting on and off a breeze. Now, I can say goodbye.

Anne had dropped the truck off at the shop. Joy and Dave followed her. Anne was going to Why with them. She is helping Joy cut fabric for a quilt. I am to drive to Why after I lock up the shop. I left Jay and Michael to lock up for the day. I headed for Why around 1600 hrs.

Dave doesn’t drink beer any longer, because he believes it causes gout. I stopped at the house to off-load the trailer, and to pick up a couple of tinnies. The overcast sky began to unload. My new wiper blades took advantage of the heaven-sent to clean the windscreen.

Dave is currently adding a layer of ¼” cement board to the walls of their new master bath shower. This board will be the base for the finished tile surface. Construction is going slower than desired. Working with sight problems is a handicap. I was quickly invited to assist with the addition of a couple more precut sections of the cement board. With two people, the panels went up quickly.

Joy and Anne had prepared dinner. The main course was Grandma Duncan’s meatloaf. This recipe she had given to Anne. The main dish shared the plates with baked potatoes and green salad. The lettuce in the salad came from Joy’s front porch garden strip. All was well received.

Ajo is served by two electric power companies. The south end of Ajo, where we are housed, is served by the Ajo Improvement Company. Wednesday’s edition of the Ajo Copper News posted a warning that the Improvement Company was going to make improvements from 1800 hrs. on Friday, until 1000 hrs. on Saturday. Power was being shut off.

A few weeks back we experienced power improvements. At that time, we bought some candles at the Dollar General. We were ready for this evening of darkness in Ajo. And it was dark as we drove into Ajo. There were a few places that had some lights glowing. Those were homes that were owned by folks who knew how to deal with power improvements.

We used Anne’s Christmas flashlight to find our way to the candles and to the soup cans that would serve as the candle bases. For perhaps an hour, we worked on our iPads and computers. With no power, there was no internet access. We were soon bored. I challenged Anne to pinochle by candlelight.

The game went well. I was wearing my sweater and I was very concerned that as I leaned towards the light to read my cards, that I would become enveloped in smoke. Rob was the champion. That concerned Anne. She reached for the dominoes. In one round, she totaled over 90 points. She was the clear victor. That was enough. Off to bed.

Saturday morning, we began collecting things and packing the large plastic containers. I spent some time in the back of the pickup. There was plenty of space. The container packing just needed to be well organized. For the trip to Medford, I decided that I would carry a few more things in the trailer. I found space under the Club Car for the still and a couple of containers. With the tailgate locked, they would ride secure. Now, there would be less overflow that needed to be carried on the back seat.

A few minutes past 0800 hrs. Monday morning, March 15^th, the Duncan’s left the Guest House Road home. Today’s destination is Indio, in the Palm Desert. We had a full tank, snacks in a bag, and a Clive Cussler story to listen to. As we approached the desert valley in the latter part of the afternoon, we entered windy conditions. Clouds of dust came from nowhere, heading somewhere. I received emergency weather warning for high winds, on my iPhone.

We planned to stay at Fantasy Springs Casino, in Indio. The truck was towing the Club Car on its trailer. This meant that I needed to park far back in the parking lot. There I could take up five spaces parking sideways. We walked to the casino front reception counter and we asked about a room. There were no special discount packages that we could take advantage of. The cost for one night would be over $180. That was a little out of our budget. However, we were in the casino. Anne showed me to the bar, where I ordered a draft. She marched away to take on a few bandits.

We linked up an hour later. Anne had played several machines, and she was coming away a winner. I had finished my draft IPA and I spent most of my time watching the wide variety of humanoids that walked the carpet past my perch. We returned to the truck where Anne called the neighboring Holiday Inn for a reservation. No worries. We were in. We had eaten at one of the several lower standard quick service vendors on the second level of the casino. The evening at the Inn was relaxed and early to bed.

Tuesday, our drive took us to a freeway exit that had a Holiday Express. This night’s layover was located 60 miles south of Sacramento. It had been a long drive. My legs were starting to run out of comfortable bent positions. Dinner tonight was breakfast for both of us. We ate at the Denny’s down the street.

We were on our last leg of the trip by eight o’clock Wednesday morning. The trip map to Medford said that we had a little over a six-hour drive. We should see the Rogue Valley by two this afternoon.

Everything was traveling well. That is until the fuel gauge flashed the last leg warning. I suspect that I could have made the final six miles to home. However, there was a Shell station at the North Ashland exit. I pulled in and filled up. It left me with some good feelings. First, I didn’t have to call Chris and ask him to bring me the five-gallon jerry can of gas. Second, I arrived home with a full tank of gas. We had traveled 4,205.4 miles on our winter trip to Ajo. Having a full tank made us ready to go on our next Great Adventure.