Saturday, December 7, 2013

Have you ever seen a 5-Holer Outhouse? This one was built in the 1800's...

     I get Emails from time to time with pictures of Outhouses from the many visitors to my web site called The Outhouses of America Tour. It's really pretty cool if you think about it. How many people do you know who get Emails with pictures of Outhouses?
     Well, this guy in Connecticut sent an Email with several pictures of his very unusual 5-Holer Outhouse that is on his property. Take a look and read his story about the Outhouse...
Inside the 5-Holer (Notice the different hole sizes!)

Close up of the 3 Holes

The other 2 holes

Back side of the 5-Holer
One side of the 5-Holer

The ceiling needs a bit of repair

     He's been researching 5-Holer Outhouses for a while and has yet to come across a five holer!  The previous owners tried to match the inside of the outhouse with the house on the property. This outhouse has plaster walls, a nice window and trim similar to parts of his house.
     The original part of his home was built in 1785. His house is actually called the five chimney house.  It has granite hearth fireplaces in every room plus a bee hive oven in the basement.  It's odd because every house around his built at that time was center chimney. When you walk in his front door, there is a huge foyer with a archway and 4 rooms off that with the fireplaces. He knows that the original owner was a sheep herder and he owned all the property on his road. He's thinking the sheep herder had this extra detail in the house and a five hole outhouse for all his clients that came to purchase the wool. The house and the outhouse are not typical of what you would usually see especially being a farmhouse.
     The outhouse needs a little work to be complete. It has had a partial renovation. The exterior is in about prefect shape. It just needs some clapboards in the front and a door. He does have doors left over from his house restoration that would fit. Some doors still have the orginal hardware. He would offer a door with the purchase of the 5-holer. The inside needs to have the plaster fixed. The one picture shows that above. It also has to be sanded and stained. Besides that it's ready to go.
     Thomas has a boom truck that can load the building onto a trailer. The exterior dimensions are about 77 x84 inches wide and 10 ft to the roof peak. He estimates it weighs around 1200 pounds.
     He is asking $2500 or best offer. He's a reasonable person and will listen to any reasonable offer. It's located in GRISWOLD, CT and he can be reached at 860-334-1927.
     We think it's a pretty sweet deal so if you want to really open some eyes in your neighborhood, contact Thomas!

Thursday, August 22, 2013

My Experience with Laser Eye Surgery to fix a tear in my Retina

     Every year I go to the eye doctor for an annual check up because I started wearing glasses when I was around 6 years old. I ended up being very near-sighted.  My near-sightedness gradually got worse and worse so I kept getting thicker glasses. When I went to college, I said the heck with it and switched to wearing hard contacts. They didn't have soft or gas permeable contacts then. After about 15 years of the normal hard contacts, I was switched to gas permeable hard contacts. I wore those for a few years longer and then about 7 years ago, I decided to have LASIK surgery. It was one of the best things I ever did and I love being able to see without glasses.
     During the eye exams every year they would ask if I saw floaters. Heck, I thought I saw bacteria regularly floating on my eye but never considered them to be floaters. The picture below shows exactly what I have seen for years.

Bacterial Floaters in the Eye

    Last year everything changed. In my left eye, I began seeing some weird dark shape that seemed to move when my eye moved and I though I had scratched my eye. After calling my doctor, they said come in right away. The doctor examined me and said I have floaters from the fluid in my eye aging but he said my brain would ignore them after a while. It didn't...my brain knows there is something out there.
          About a month ago, I started seeing flashes of light in my right eye and then I saw a bunch of new floaters in that eye. There were a lot more than my left eye. Crap! Back to the doctor I went. After a lot of probing and looking in my eye with a really bright light, he told me to come back in a month with the warning that if I saw what looked like a starburst of floaters or what looked like a veil coming down, I should call him immediately.
     The month was up yesterday so I went back and after examining the eye again, he told me I had a small tear in my retina and I needed laser surgery right away. I said "in two weeks?". He said "Tomorrow!"
     I went to the hospital eye clinic today so he could perform laser surgery to repair the damage of the retina. He told me that he would make small spot welds on the retina in a circle around the tear and that would hopefully prevent the eye fluid from getting behind the retina which would cause it to detach. Yesterday he told me to take some Advil or Ibuprofen before arriving so I took three. I should have taken at least four!
     While I was waiting for my eye to dilate, I got to listen to a technician talk to two other technicians about how she just found out she was pregnant...they have one other daughter who sleeps with them in the same bed...and her husband doesn't work. He must be a Mr. Mom. It was kind of interesting to learn that my ears could hear their conversation from afar!
     Finally the doctor arrived. Apparently, he rents the laser room from the hospital and he had to get a technician to set up the machine; It wasn't a real warm fuzzy feeling listening to that conversation. At one point she asked him if he wanted her to stay and help adjust the laser. He said no. I said Oh No!
     He called me into the room and applied yet more eye drops that stung bad. Then he lowered the chair back so I was looking up at the ceiling and started to examine my eye again. When he felt comfortable, he said "here we go" and a blinding light started flashing. Holy Cow!!!! It was like looking into the sun or directly into an atomic bomb explosion! I had a bad feeling that I wasn't breathing so I tried to force myself but it wasn't easy. I imagine my sheer terror look must have looked pretty funny to him. Every so often the blinding light would stop and tears ran out of my eye. He dabbed them away, had me look another direction and then the blinding light would start up again.
     Here is a little video of the end result. You can see the little dots surrounding the tear. My doctor made three circles around the tear in my eye.

 
 
     While all this was going on, I could not see anything but the blinding light and what looked like veins in my vision. There were times when I could feel pain in the back of my eye. It felt like the laser was burning a hole right through my eye into my brain! Then I began to feel like I was floating in the air. What the heck? Was I tripping or what? I couldn't see anything and lost reference to where I was.
     It reminded me of when my boys were in Indian Guides and we chose to be the Blackfoot tribe. Apparently, Blackfoot Indians held sun dances and stared at the sun until they fell down or were blinded. OMG! Here's a picture of one of their sun dances.

 


     The light stopped again and he dabbed my eye with tissue. I was thinking he was done when he said "We're about halfway done...". What! What the heck was he doing? Welding the retina to the back of my head or what?
     "Look to the right." I looked right and the flashing continued on. At one point I thought I couldn't take much more of this. He must have sensed it and said "OK, we're done! Let me take one more look." He did and announced that we were truly done. He said that he made three circles around the tear. I guess if the first one gives out, the second or third will hold it. Ugh!
     He tilted me up in the chair again and for the first time I noticed that I was completely blind in my right eye. OMG!!! I'm blind! I told him I couldn't see and he said not to worry. He said it was like staring at a thousand camera flashes. Yeah, right! After a while I began to see red. I asked him if my eye was bleeding. He said no.  A little while later, I began to see yellow. I didn't know what to make of that. Finally I began to see a little bit of images. He told me it would take a while to see things clearly. That was an understatement.
     My wife drove me home and I proceeded to wear sunglasses for much of the afternoon. I took some more Ibuprofen and it helped. My eye was still somewhat dilated 7 hours after the procedure. Now my vision is pretty good out of that eye but I still have the floaters.  I need to have a follow up checkup in just over two weeks. Let's hope it is still OK then.
     If you are having the procedure done, have someone drive you and take your sunglasses. Also, take between two and four Ibuprofens before you get there.
     Until my next blog, here's to looking at the sun!

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Outhouses found in Michigan, Wisconsin and Minnesota

     As some of you know, I take a lot of pictures and many of those pictures are taken of Outhouses, which are rapidly disappearing across the country. There is an Outhouse Preservation Society but since I run the Outhouses of America Tour web site, it is only fitting that I share some of my most recent finds while on a trip to Minnesota.
     Our first stop was in Mackinac City, MI and while on a walk near the harbor I discovered a picturesque scene of Porta-Johns (Outhouses) with a Coast Guard ship in the background.

Mackinac City, MI

     In case you want to see what the ship really looks like up close, here you go!

Coast Guard Ship in Mackinac City, MI

     We stayed in Mackinac City and I went to a local watering hole to cool down with a cold one. I looked up as I sat at the bar and saw this hanging! The bar had won 1st Place in the first annual winter Outhouse Races held in 2013 and this was the prize.

1st Place Trophy in the Outhouse Races

      As we drove across the UP (Upper Peninsula) of Michigan, I pointed out to my passenger all the Outhouses that I had already documented through pictures on my web site.
     As we were passing through Escanaba, MI (Yes there really is Escanaba in the moonlight), we saw a waterfall and near it was this really nice Outhouse. It was so nice inside. It smelled like freshly sawed wood. The kicker was the toilet seat. It actually closed on its own!

Escanaba, MI Waterfall
 

Escanaba, MI

Self Closing Toilet Seat

Self Closing Toilet Seat

As we drove across Wisconsin, we came into the small town of Mountain and discovered this Outhouse in a roadside park. I have a policy that when I find a working Outhouse, I use it. Some day these will all be gone so I want tell stories some day about how I used to find Outhouses and I actually used them. This particular Outhouse did not get high marks. It was a little dirty and nasty inside as the pictures show.
 
Mountain, WI

Mountain, WI
Nastiness Inside this one
     I wandered a bit to look at an old log cabin and found a gem of an Outhouse. I was able to take a picture of the inside and it was pretty interesting. That's me posing near it.

Mountain, WI Log Cabin and Outhouse

Mountain, WI Outhouse

Inside the Mountain, WI Outhouse

Mountain, WI Outhouse

Me by the Mountain, WI Outhouse

     Driving further along the highway, we saw a schoolhouse. No wait! It was the Schoolhouse Bar and it had a great statement on the front: "It's Time for Recess"!


It's Time For Recess!
      A little further up the road I saw an old schoolhouse near Mole Lake, WI and I thought I saw something hidden by weeds. Long ago, all schoolhouses and churches for that matter had Outhouses in the back. Schools typically had one for the boys and one for the girls located in opposite sides of the yard. This one was a real rare find. The Outhouses were still there but in bad shape. I confirmed they were Outhouses by looking in the door on one of them.


One Room Schoolhouse Outhouse


In the distance you can see the other Outhouse

One Room Schoolhouse Outhouse


One Room Schoolhouse Outhouse

Look closely and you will see two Outhouses

     Driving on for a while brought us to an old cemetery and there was a Porta-John that had an interesting name and view if you sat inside. Naturally, I had to use this one too.

Strange Name

Right next to the dumpster

View from the Porta-John

          In Stillwater, MN, they were restoring the Minnesota Zephyr locomotives. In the background I happened to catch a couple of Porta-Johns!

Minnesota Zephyr Locomotive




Minnesota Zephyr Locomotive


          On the way back through Wisconsin, I spotted this Outhouse in someone's back yard. It looked like it would be a good one so I turned around and took these pictures. The people were home and I thought any minute I would hear a shotgun blast or a couple of mean dogs would come running but nothing happened. Isn't this one a beauty?

Outhouse somewhere in Wisconsin

Outhouse somewhere in Wisconsin


Outhouse somewhere in Wisconsin

Outhouse somewhere in Wisconsin

Outhouse somewhere in Wisconsin

Outhouse somewhere in Wisconsin

     And so this brings us to the conclusion of tonight's blog about Outhouses found on a recent trip from Michigan to Minnesota. I hope you enjoyed the blog and the most recent addition to the Outhouses of America Tour!

















Sunday, July 28, 2013

What does 17.5" mean to you?

     In a word; Comfort!
     I noticed this at a hotel on the last trip I was on and noticed it again this morning in the hotel I was staying at. Here's the poop...er, scoop...
     Yesterday was the Michigan Brewers Guild Summer Beer Festival in Ypsilanti, MI.

      Afterwards, we all went to our hotel to relax. I got my own room and then this morning I noticed three things:
     1. The toilet opening seemed really small compared to what I'm used to at home
     2. The toilet height from the floor was exceedingly LOW.
     3. I slammed the lid down afterwards. Wow! That really made a loud noise! I'm used to a seat that closes gently by itself at home.

The Hotel Toilet


     Crap! I could barely stand up after sitting down on it. 
     As a result, I began to really appreciate the toilets I recently installed at home. Our toilet seat opening is much larger and the seat itself is much higher above the floor. It is 17.5" high in fact!

Nose Bleed Territory! 17.5 Inches Above the Floor!

     The Hotel toilet was a "round" Kohler water saver...



     and our home toilets are "elongated" Kohlerwater saver toilets.


Kohler Cimarron Elongated Toilet

     Believe me, if you aren't as spry as you were in your younger days, install a new Kohler Cimarron elongated toilet. You will appreciate three things:
  1. It is 17.5" high and very easy to stand up from. It's called a Comfort Height toilet.
  2. The elongateed opening makes "things" easier afterwards...suffice it to say that there is plenty of room
  3. Both the toilet seat and lid close gently on their own. No slamming down of the seat!
     The final thing everyone wonders about is whether the 1.6 Gallon or less flushing toilets will really flush down all the crap. Let me tell you, this toilet has NEVER failed to flush everything down. You actually use only 1.28 Gallons per flush but if you hold the handle down, you use 1.6 Gallons.
     So if you are finding your current toilet to be a pain in the a$$, install a new toilet. I recommend you pick the Kohler Cimarron or similar toilet. You'll be glad you did.
     If you are interested in it, here is a link to it at Lowes.

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Thursday, July 25, 2013

Free Yourself! Go to the Secretary of State Office

     Yesterday I drove to my local Secretary of State (SOS) office to buy a new license plate. I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

     When I walked in the door, I was greeted with a huge crowd of people all waiting or standing in line. What the heck? I thought. Are they giving away free money?

A Likeness of the Crowd Waiting

     In the first line I met a nice older man who had an Army cap on. I found out he drove Army trucks while serving in Vietnam. He told me a couple of good stories while we were waiting. After standing in line for a while and then getting to the counter, I told the lady what I wanted to do and she gave me a number and suggested I find a seat, quick!

My number was 110

     I looked at the number and I was number 110. No problem I thought. I'll be out of here in no time. The next number they called was number 60!!!! What????
     I proceeded to sit next to a younger guy and we struck up a nice conversation but it didn't last long. The stress of waiting was bad.

     After 15 minutes a guy yelled out "$35 to anyone willing to trade me with a number below 80!!!". Some foreigners in front of me started talking and then yelled to the guy "$200 and we'll trade!". No dice. The guy looked around some more and then yelled out $40!!!". He waited. No takers. He left.

     A tall beanpole looking guy in short shorts got in a line in front of me. I could see the back of his calves. There I saw one word on one calf and one word on the other calf. "Free Yourself". I thought to myself, "he's not going to free himself from this place..."

Apparently, it's a popular tattoo!

     The Indian guy next to me made a phone call to his insurance company. I heard it all...his account number, his coverage, his VIN, his type of vehicle...TAKE IT OUTSIDE!!!!
     After that call, he struck up a conversation with another young Indian to his left who was all smiles. I overheard that the younger Indian just graduated and now he was on his way to a free ride at Medical School at Boston University. He said Medical School and residency takes seven years. I thought to myself, "must be nice to be young and smart!" Nothing wrong with my hearing either.

Can you see him?

     "Number 80!" OMG, I'll never get out of here.
     Then a guy with long stringy hair sat down next to the future doctor and all I heard the rest of the time was an extra loud Chewbaka sound every time he got a text or an Email on his iPhone. I thought to myself "Put the darn thing on vibrate!!!!"

AAAAWWwwwwww!

     "Number 84!" OK, this is bad. Now I had been there way over an hour with no end in sight. About that time, a SOS woman wearing sandels came over with a clipboard and began lining people up. She yelled "Numbers 85 through 90. Line up in order and have your paperwork out and ready!"
     Once she did that, things started clicking and the employees began to work faster.
     Finally she got to 105 - 110. I got up and the guy from the Army got in front of me again so we started talking about Basic Training, AIT and my one son who is in the Army. I think he liked me and I thanked him for his service.
     Well I finally got my number called and at the counter to my left were three girls from Iraq with dark hair and large smiles. Two of them became US Citizens yesterday and they had their large certificate with their signed photo on it. A guy had to hide the certificate and ask them questions to verify they were the same person as the certificate. Apparently they passed and were awarded their special Michigan ID cards.

Congratulations! You Got Your Citizenship
      It took forever for my person to figure out what she had to do but finally everything clicked and I wrote my check. Out I walked with my new Spectacular Peninsula plate after waiting for almost two hours!!!

My Plate Looks Like This!

      After I got home, I put the plate on the car and it looks really nice.

     My advice to all of you? Get to the SOS office about 15 minutes before the doors open in the morning so you don't have to go through all the above grief. If, on the other hand, you are bored, wait until later afternoon to go there. You won't be bored for long!