DIYers Take a Holiday

“hol·i·day 2 :  a day on which one is exempt from work.”

Doesn’t that sound nice?

Our holidays usually go something like this.

Step 1: Buy big heavy materials — this time, 9 big heavy boards to reframe half the front porch (eventually) and 7 big heavy landscape timbers to finish our leveling project along the driveway. 

I get crabby pretty fast in the lumber section of HD and Lowe’s. I aso have to cross my arms really tight to keep from exploding from the sheer hell of lingering endlessly in the “fasteners” and electrical aisles.

I can’t begin to count the minutes of my life lost to (someone else’s) deliberation over nails, screws, bolts, joist hangers, receptacles, junction boxes, and the like over the past 15 years. 

Sorry, gents, but no female indecision over slides or straps? slacks or capris? Dove or Olay? can hold a candle to the tedium of deciding between 1/4″ screws or 5/16″ screws. Or of examining every blessed 10-foot board in a stack of 50 five feet over your head to find 2 with no twists, no knots, nothing that would hamper a perfect job, ignoring that as soon as you get the wood home, it will twist either before it’s installed or after — it will never be perfect, NEVER BE PERFECT, and you will be forced to listen to how imperfect it is for a long, long time. And you will be asked over and over to just feel how that joist bounces (it bounces because you weigh 200 lbs and you’re jumping on it — STOP JUMPING ON IT) and just look how that stud twists (that stud will be covered up with drywall. NO ONE WILL SEE IT.), and can you believe how much a box of nails costs? (JUST BUY THE DAMN NAILS.)

Step 2: Complete several hours of back-breaking labor (who hates stripping sod? I do! I do!), another trip back to HD for 2 more landscape timbers, 2 trips to the landscape supply place for truckloads of topsoil, and 1 trip to the other landscape supply place for our “favorite” mulch (Smoky Mountain color).

Step 3: Savor the result: a neat and tidy border along the driveway, just aching to be planted with beautiful shrubs and perennials. (Couple more trips to Lowes & Wal-Mart. Few more hours of labor to plant them…eventually.)

Before  — ground slopes to the left           After — landscape timbers let
off the driveway — hard to mow,                us add dirt to level the slope.
hard to exit a car onto, not pretty.            Ready for planting!
Hard to tell, but the driveway drops off to the left. We added timbers so we could build up the soil to be (almost) level with the driveway.    

A few of our plant purchases
awaiting their new home.

Somewhere between Steps 2 and 3, Mike took his life in his hands to replace the porte cochere light (his idea — the original, 83-year-old one worked, so was just fine in my book). It was dark by the time he finished. I passed the time by discovering you can take some nifty shots with the digital camera at night. (You can’t always tell exactly what you’re aiming at, but…the results are pretty.)

 

   

All in all, three really productive days exempt from work. I can hardly wait for the 4th of July!

Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing: – “Oh, how beautiful!” and sitting in the shade.
                   ~ Rudyard Kipling, “The Glory of the Garden”

Laugh, Cry, Remember

I saw this headline and laughed out loud.

Indiana Jones Movie Upsets Communists

Is there no one we don’t offend? How dare we “rewrite history” to portray the KGB and 1950s Russia as evil? The most surprising thing is, the offense came from Hollywood of all places. I think Hollywood probably thought it was SAFE to talk about the Cold War era (after all, the first movie had that crazy, sword-waving Arab that Indi made short work of…now THAT was not very ethnically sensitive and would likely not fly in today’s world).

But no, in this age of political correctness — this age when a crazy, radical, woman-hating society bent on destroying America is a religious choice I’m supposed to respect (but it’s OK to make fun of Christians), and when the U.S. is frequently regarded as the scourge not only of civilization, but also of the planet itself (oh wait, maybe that’s Wal-Mart) — how dare we offend Communists, who only stand for everything America doesn’t?

Go ahead, laugh. And then cry a little, remembering what this solemn holiday is all about.

…………………………….

I am so lucky.

My father and uncle survived World War II — my uncle, a German POW, walked across Germany to the allies as the war ended and the camps were opened, narrowly escaping death; my father, a sailor, was at D-Day, on a ship supporting the landing force.

More than 400,000* of their fellow servicemen and women didn’t survive.

My oldest brother, at age 18, enlisted in the Marines in 1968, went to Vietnam, and survived, narrowly escaping death as two comrades on either side of him were killed.

More than 58,000* more of his fellow servicemen and women died as well.

My other two brothers served in the peacetime Army (6+ years) and Navy (20+ years). They came home.

Many others serving this country in peacetime didn’t — the military is a dangerous profession at any time.

In all, more than 650,000* of my loved ones’ fellow servicemen and women have given their lives for our country. 

I am so lucky.

I don’t have a particular name, face, or memory associated with those we honor today. Instead, I have the luxury of detachment — of respecting them, of flying the flag for them, and most of all, of remembering and thanking them, without really knowing who they are. 

Many of you have this same luxury. Please, please, take advantage of it.

Sadly, many of you don’t. May you find comfort in knowing your loved one’s sacrifice is not forgotten.

Never in the field of human conflict
was so much owed by so many to so few. 
                                 ~ Winston Churchill
 

* My source:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_casualties_of_war

 

Talking by Ear

Last week, wrapping up a conference call, I told the other meeting participants I would “ping” someone else after the meeting.

I immediately felt foolish.

Pinging someone is one of those biz buzzwords. Originally it was a technical computer term — to ping someone’s IP address to check an Internet connection. Now it’s a generic term for e-mailing or IMing or texting someone  — “I’ll ping Erika after the meeting and let her know what you need.”

I could have said, “I’ll e-mail Erika” or “I’ll call Erika,” or simply, “I’ll let Erika know.”

Instead, I pinged her.

I doubt the other guys gave it a second thought, but jargon is one of those things that writers are taught to be acutely aware of. Particularly with this client, who has a whole initiative around what they call “Straight Talk” and what has been around for years as the “Plain English” movement. Basically, it’s the idea that you simplify writing, removing complexity (like legalese — the party of the first part, and all that) and often meaningless jargon (business-speak — bandwidth, net-net) to write more clearly.

It’s true, particularly in Marketing, that you can do an awful lot of writing that says nothing (it’s a lot like blogging 🙂 ). Not doing it is hard because it forces you to think about what you really mean and demands a deeper understanding of the subject. Frequently, I don’t have that deep understanding — I just need to bang out something that sounds semi-intelligent and let the SMEs* sort it out. When they insert their knowledge, I can go back and “plain up” the language.

A few years ago, a game even sprung up to make fun of the way the business world talks (Meeting Bingo or Bullshit Bingo). You can be sure “ping” is on the newest release. And while I realize that much of this language is inappropriate for formal business writing, I think it’s very appropriate in informal, day-to-day speech. It’s part of the business culture, the lingua franca. Every profession has its way of talking, whether medical or construction or manufacturing or retail. (Or writing…*SMEs [smees] = subject matter experts. Writers have lingo too.) 

People talk to each other in terms they understand. In business, everyone knows what you mean by the bottom line, by scope creep, by taking something offline. It really was OK that I pinged someone, even though I felt hesitant because I’d never put it that way before. I just wanted to fit in (sniff) — and using the common language does that. It’s the verbal equivalent of Writing by Ear — Talking by Ear — saying what sounds and feels right for the audience and gets your point across.

In other (better) words: When in Rome…

After many years and many meetings, I’m comfortable in that business world. Where I feel totally out of my element is in the Web world — message boards, RSS feeds, custom CSS. I try to figure things out when I have questions on my blog by reading the FAQs on the WordPress site, and sometimes wish I could look puzzled, smile sheepishly, point to a map, and politely ask, “Do you speak English?” Same with the whole Texting-iPod-BlackBerry-Palm world.

I could use a tutor. I wonder if Rosetta Stone speaks ‘Net?

Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.
                                                                                     ~ Carl Sandburg

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