The Joys of Low-Carb Eating

Peanut butter. Love the stuff, but so many “store-bought” peanut butters are unreasonably high in carbs. . . because of added sweeteners. Sure I can buy a peanut-only, no additives, peanut butter, but NOT adding anything to peanuts is more expensive than adding crap to peanuts. Oh, and I have made my own in the past using a food processor, but I’m too lazy for that now, so. . .

Cashew butter. ~1/3 the carbs, and tastes just as good as peanut butter to me. Yep. Tried that and like it. Or, freeze-dried peanut butter powder. Just add a lil water and stir. Also 1/3 the carbs, and tastes really good. Like it. No more expensive than ordinary peanut butter, either, so winner? Yeh, but not available in crunchy. *sigh* Oh, well.

(Still, over six inches in waistline reduction with no significant weight loss. Means losing fat and retaining muscle. A good thing.)

Not a Pet Peeve, but. . .

. . . it definitely encourages me toward peevishness. *heh*

People who say “jewry” for “jewelry” are even more irritating than people who say “jewlery.”


Note well: if ya wanna say “jewry” you’d darned well better capitalize it (I know, hard to do with speech, right? 😉 ) AND be referring to Jews as a people, mmmK?

The Fly in the Ointment

Internet-capable appliances that can, say, forward you grocery list to your phone sound great for folks who seem to misplace grocery lists regularly, but. . . can folks who do that be relied on to actually have their cell phones with them when they need ’em?

Fast Work, eh?

Well, we’re well into our 20th year here at Third World County Central™, and today I finally installed the last shutoff valve on lines serving plumbing fixtures. Yeh, yeh, I know you think I should have done that within at least the first year living here, but no, not me. Finally had to replace the longest-lasting toilet tank valve, so that line in finally got its own wee shutoff valve.

Of course, I had both the valves handy–the one for the tank and the one for the line, because. . . well, I knew the tasks had to be done sooner or later, so why not have the parts (and tools, of course) on hand, hmmm?

The only little wrinkle was that the shutoff valve for the house. . . didn’t, completely. *sigh* I do NOT want to replace that, so. . . I won’t. Besides, we have planned (and semi-scheduled for Spring/Summer this year) to have the whole line in from the water meter replaced and have it tie into the house at a different place, anyway, so a new whole-house shutoff valve will come there, anyway.

Little things.

Fun, Fun, Fun. . .

And I don’t even have a T-Bird for “Daddy” to take away. . .

So, our Third World County™ “baling wire and chewing gum” telco has decided to enter the late 20th Century and extend fiber to the house. Sound cool? Notsomuch.

Let me ‘splain. [pause] No, there is too much. Let me sum up.

Fiber to the house means no more power over telco lines (no copper to carry it), and telco line power, or a substitute, is needed for POTS.

So, substitute is. . . a required outdoor power outlet where the telco line enters.

The current location for the telco line is. . . suboptimal, for several reasons. (One reason? Since the fiber line was run in at the street, they’d have to trench around 3/4 of the house to get to the current entrance. Another? The line into the house from the original construction sucks dead bunnies through a straw and needs replacing anyway. There are others.) So, I offered ’em a place on the South wall of the garage for placement of the new box and entry to the house.

But. No interior POTS wiring there. No electrical circuit with a line to that wall.

In attic:

  • run Cat5e (since I have scads of the stuff) from Network closet to South wall of garage and effect an exit to the location for new box.
  • sever the power to the light in the garage (NOT the line to the light switch!) and install a junction box with a line paying down the South wall of the garage (encased in non-conductive protective material–reasons below)
  • install an exterior, weatherproof outlet/box.

Not such a trouble, but. . .

Yeh, it was.

The garage was originally a carport, as I understand (makes sense from the construction). South wall of garage construction:

Brick shirtwaist between three concrete columns; above that, ordinary stick wall (w/ typical drywall) that was added between the brick shirtwaist and the STEEL BEAM that ties the columns together. So. . . no drilling a hole and fishing cable/wiring through the wall, no.

Then. . . the original wood siding was covered over about 30 years ago with vinyl siding (with styrofoam insulating sheets between the vinyl and the wood siding).

Ugly (and not entirely safe) cable/wiring routing, hence need to cover. Weird layers of materials to penetrate to route wiring/cabling to exterior. Lots of exercise with a ¾” auger bit in a manual brace&bit setup. Destroying as little vinyl siding as possible (temps hovering around freezing, so the stuff’s pretty brittle), using a caulk/sealant that barely works at these temps, repairing drywall, installing a new grounding rod for the system–some semi-techie reasons why I prefer local grounding for the outlet to supplement to circuit grounding: all these and more made for fun, fun, fun.

And THAT’S the short version. *heh*

Just glad I had most of the tools and materials on hand, and wasn’t out much on what I didn’t have, because we don’t use our phone line for anything that fiber would improve (voice only) and I’m SURE the phone company, besides using MY power, now, will end up raising my rate for basic POTS service.

Oh, well. Part of the price one pays for living in an otherwise ideal Third World County™.

Oh, it’s nice to have decent POTS wiring in the house now. AND, when the guys come by to trench for the line to the house, I got ’em to commit to hauling off a bunch of yard waste–I made sure it was right in the route from the street to the new box ;-)– and put the fence back afterwards. *heh* So, at least I’ll have something for the telco’s use of my electricity.

Staying Dry *sigh*

‘T’was the week before Xmas and all through the castle,
Not a faucet was dripping or flowing *sigh*–hassle.
“No leaks inside, let’s call the city.”
“No leaks on our side; it’s all yours, more’s the pity.”

‘T’was the week before Xmas and all through the house.
Not a creature was drinking–not even a mouse!
But oh! Is that water, stored in the pantry?
Prayers of thanks, shouts of joy are raised from the chantry. . .

I’ll just let you imagine the rest.