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A New Yard

Posted by wcrowlandksr on July 30, 2013
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Many years ago, my parents bought a house that had no topsoil and a very rocky yard.  The rocks were about the size of average sized and smaller potatoes.  We had many little “camp fires” over the first years and we burned many sticks and yard waste during the cleanup.  My mother worked hard and cleaned up the rocks and her and my dad turned that yard into something much nicer than the “rock festival” they started with.  To this day, the retaining wall my dad built still stands and hasn’t moved and the lawn is still nice.  A tribute to them both.

Something I noticed was that the spots where we had a “camp fire” the grass would grow and was very bright green a few weeks later.  It became evident to me that there was something to this burning and appearance of nice green grass following the burn.  I later discovered that it was a release of nutrients from the woods and yard waste that were being made available to the grass that was growing where the fires had been.

Flash forward to about ten years ago, I remembered this effect that the fires had been having on the ground before and decided to try an experiment.  I started dumping the ashes from my fireplace onto my lawn and the grass did exceptionally well.  About a year after I slowly dropped off doing this, the lawn reverted back to it’s less than strong state of being nice and green.  The weeds came and I just was happy mowing green weeds rather than just having dead grass.  Eventually, the weeds also died from a lack of water and it all turned crunchy and brown.

The next event for my yard was the 4th of July about 3 years ago.  The neighbors threw a block party and the fireworks were a hit.  In fact, one hit my crunchy brown grass and some of it burned.  It wasn’t a big deal though.  I decided to burn the rest of the lawn off because I had recalled the effect that the ashes had.  This later made for a nice lawn for while and I enjoyed that green once again.

Moving forward another year or so…I left the country for a year and my lawn suffered terribly and the weeds came in with a vengeance.  I had a landscaper moving my “lawn” to keep it under control and to stop it from turning into a small field of hay but it was full of crab grass and was in terrible shape as far as weeds and sickly grass upon my return.

Knowing that the burning and the ashes and nutrients had helped my lawn and killed weeds, I recently decided that it was time to pass the torch over the lawn once again.  And so it was.  After a few days, I decided that burning wasn’t enough and I decided to really give my yard a boost.  I brought in a tractor and scraped off what turned out to be only about 2 inches of poor quality topsoil and below that, was a sandy bottom.  It’s no wonder my poor grass had been having such a hard time staying healthy and green.  I couldn’t keep it watered most of the time and I now knew why.

Ahh…the sound of the dump truck beeping as it backed up to my yard must have been music to the future grass seedlings.  I’m sure they were anxious to get out of the seed bag on into the ground.  The beeping truck dropped thirteen yards of fresh topsoil where that lawn once suffered and the new yard installation had begun.  I spread that dirt around and worked it for what must have been two or three hours.  It wasn’t hard work mind you, I had a tractor.  Maneuvering it was a pain in the….never mind.  Anyway, I got the dirt spread out and put some fertilizer and grass seed on it and waited…..I kept looking at it and just wasn’t satisfied with how it laid out in the yard.  It was lumpy and I really really wanted to fix it with the tractor but I just kept thinking that I didn’t really have enough dirt to spread it around properly and the tractor was a bit too big for the job at the hands of a newbie…

The clock ticked and the days went by and the lumps of the lawn just sat there….lurking.   ghaaaa!  I couldn’t take it and decided that the lawn must be leveled!  But how?  That same day a friend told me about a product that was an incredible fertilizer.  It’s called “Tagro” and is a product that comes from a local city water treatment plant.  In it’s most basic element, it’s “Humanure”…yeah…people dook….I know, gross, but it’s said to be an amazing fertilizer and it capable of making your grass grow like no other fertilizer can.  I have ordered a truckload of this crap and we’ll see just how good it really is….

It’s supposed to arrive on Turdsday…I mean Thursday and for now, I must move my existing topsoil to the side, dig out a few inches of the sandy bottom of my yard and drop the dook dirt into place and mix it all together and see what happens….and figure out how to level it all out too.  I’m rubbing my hands together and laughing in a sinister way……mwuhahaha

….More to come.

….one day later

I decided to tackle the lumps.  After all, I have a truckload of fertilizer coming and it might be a good idea to have figured out a way to spread the stuff around without tearing the yard to pieces…again.  Sooo, I decided to make a drag.  In my case, a drag is a piece of farm fencing with a metal pipe woven into the end of the trailing edge of the fence.  The fence is about 3 and half feet long and 4 feet wide.  I tied a couple of ropes to the leading edge and to the back of my quad.  I laid it out flat and dragged it around and around for a while over the lumpy yard and presto!  The lumps are gone.  The yard is smoothed out now and it’s all nice and pretty.

Tomorrow….the fertilizer comes.

So the Fertilizer “Tagro” arrived a few days ago and it was very stinky!  In fact, it was so bad that I was convinced I had made a mistake.  I wasn’t sure how I was going to get past the odor but now things have subsided.  The odor has declined to a faint hint of what it was in the beginning and it’s smoothed out and seeded in the front yard as I wanted…I also gave some away to my neighbor as an act of goodwill and a way to not waste the waste by just pushing the remainder over the hill.  Now we wait for the seeds to grow.

Next step, A driveway.

 

Blooming where you are planted

Posted by wcrowlandksr on July 22, 2013
Posted in: General Ramblings, Life in the Pacific Northwest. Leave a comment

An old saying but a true one. I’ve had some time to settle down a little since I have been back and I have come to the conclusion that living by that old saying is pretty healthy. It’s keeps us from thinking that “if only I just moved to…..blah blah place, life would be good because it sucks here”. The truth, there are some places that have less opportunity, but we have to start somewhere and right where you have been planted today is a good place to start. I left my current home a while ago, made some good progress in life and returned to the place where I left. Before I left, I had become indebted and had little in the way of hope for much more than dragging myself to work each and every day to pay for things I couldn’t afford in an attempt to make myself happy. I let the lure of having things I couldn’t afford blind me to the fact that even if I could afford them, it would be with a monthly payment on a schedule that left me with no room for emergencies or additional costs associated with the toys. What if I broke it? Better be extra careful and in my case, I became almost a nut about preserving the toy. It was to the point that I couldn’t even enjoy them.  This has changed and while I still take care of the toys, I am not as obsessive about it as I once was.

Now I am a bit more content in blooming where I am planted but I also have adapted to not looking to toys to make up for living in a less then perfect location.  That can only be addressed by finding the right location while still understanding that I am where I am and I can choose to enjoy it.

 

Back Home

Posted by wcrowlandksr on July 22, 2013
Posted in: Life in the Pacific Northwest, Out of the Desert. Leave a comment

Written about three months ago and now publishing:

Today is the first day I have been on my new job alone…it’s quiet. I took over a role where the last employee decided to leave on an expedition. This left me a perfect place to land. I have learned a lot in the last year and some change and if there’s one thing that stands out, it’s the fact that life will have some twists and turns. You can never be one hundred percent sure where you will end up but that’s what makes life interesting.
Each day, I walk through the Pike Place Market on my way to work and because of the time I spent living in the desert in the city, I find that I appreciate it all more than if I had never traveled. Living in a large city in a foreign country has changed my views on so many things and I think it has helped me see life in a better way. I used to have no interest in walking around in the city and hated the idea of catching cabs or for that matter any form of public transportation.  Now I actually find myself wanting the service of travel and freedom of not having to manage the transportation once I am at my destination.

Today:

I have installed new systems and helped my company progress with these new systems.  Looking back over my blog has shown me how much has changed in my last 18 months here on this planet.  All in all, I am truly blessed.

 

Northwest Drivers

Posted by wcrowlandksr on July 22, 2013
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This is figurative and of course I would never really run someone off the road.

Driving, part “A”:
It’s designated to get you from point A to B and sometimes C and D in as expeditious of a manner as possible.  It’s not a place to voice or act out by driving, your displeasure against the driver of the other car that may burn a little or in some cases a whole lot more fuel than you.  It’s not your duty to educate the other driver about following too closely and jamming on your brakes to display your knowledge of physics unless they are just being terribly rude….(See Driving, part “B”:) .  Driving is not about speeding up to block someone when they have taken the required step of letting you know they wish to change lanes by signaling.  Consider it a courtesy that they notified you before making the change in your presence.  If you attempt to cut me off after I have signaled properly and I swear as there is a God in heaven, I will run you off the road!  I’ve done it before and I will do it again.  My years of practice as a demolition derby driver outweigh your impatience and concern for you and your car’s well-being.  Show a little courtesy and you would never know if there is a monster behind the wheel of the car you are challenging in your very Northwest Rude Fashion.

Driving, part “B”:
Tailgating AND honking as opposed to speeding up to cut off the signaling driver.  This is one that is a biggie in some cases but not as often seen here in the Pacific Northwest because most Northwesterners are too passive and timid to do this but it does happen.  The act of cutting someone off and not looking in their direction is easier to pretend that they “just didn’t see you”.  The act of honking your horn however when no danger exists calls attention to an already rude and self important driver and typically signals that they have a self sense of importance that supersedes your own and they somehow perceive a right to exist in what the honker perceives as “their way”.  Example,  Honk Honk, get outta my way you are in the space I wish to occupy and I am more important than you…move!  Once again, I will apply physics and derby skills to my advantage.  I’m sure the guy in the car that ended up getting hit from behind after honking at me for going a tad to slow over a speed bump never thought my could car stop so fast.  I am also sure that the tailgating car behind them didn’t expect the same thing.  They say a two second following rule is a great way to eliminate such little fender benders.  But I digress, that wasn’t a lesson for physics but a gentle application of excuse me and mind your manners please.

Driving, part “C”:
Left Lane squatters.  Ok soccer moms and Volvo drivers this is probably you!  That left is for passing, it’s not your own personal “safety” lane where there are fewer cars in it so you can squat there with your 3.2 kids in your car while you poke along and  pace traffic to your right.  You are causing a traffic hazard by doing this and if you had any concern for your fellow drivers you would move to your right after you have passed the car ahead of you….and no, passing the traffic on your right at about 1/4 mile per hour and taking 3 miles to pass them doesn’t count as using the passing lane for “passing”.   If you are using this excuse, you are one of the typical brain dead “Educated” drivers who thinks your argument holds water.  And while it might technically be accurate, it’s that kind of behavior all around the northwest that makes us end up with so many laws to define things for stupid people like you!

Christmas 2010

Posted by wcrowlandksr on July 22, 2013
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For many years, I have made it a point to stop and savor those moments with family that only happen once a year, Christmas. I know that there will be a day when the celebrated moments will change and the definition of family will change. Each year, I have watched the slow decay of my nuclear family as it ages. This year I find myself unable to be with them and it has been painful. Part of this comes from the recognition that this is sort of what it may feel like when they are gone. It’s a lonely feeling here in the desert. I knew the time would come when I took the assignment and I have tried to look at the bright side but the truth is that Christmas is about the greatest gift that mankind would ever receive and celebrating it with loved ones is what it is about.

Nice weather

Posted by wcrowlandksr on July 18, 2013
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Some say you can just make your own sunshine and not complain about the grey skies in Seattle…I say to them…BWAHAHA!  I just spent 3 days east of the Pacific rainclouds and the sunshine WAS FANTASTIC!  I have come to the conclusion the the Northwest harbors a huge liberal populus and east of the mountains is conservative.  It is my belief that for this reason that the westsiders hold onto the rainy side as being so much better than the dry sunny conservative east side.

I cannot understand why anyone would prefer rain to sun most of the year. If the rain and sun switched sides of the mountains, I would never want to move.

As it stands, work and the surrounding water are the major draws.

Don’t have time for……being polite?

Posted by wcrowlandksr on July 11, 2013
Posted in: General Ramblings. 2 Comments

I have been back in the northwest for a while and have had some time to think about what is going on in life…at least mine. I have had time to think about questions on why and how we have come to the place where we are today as a society and what it means for the future.

I think that there was a time when things were simple, at least in comparison to the world we live in today. The thing that I find questionable is how and when did life become so complicated? As a kid, I didn’t have the worries that adults had. I didn’t have to worry about speeding on my bicycle and getting a ticket. Helmets were not a requirement on my bicycle even though for some, it should have been. People at the very least, appeared to be happy, less stressed and not as rushed as they are today. TV’s are now “Instant On”, food is microwaveable, credit checks are “Instant” and food on the go is fast. Kids playtime is scheduled as a “Play date” and even junk mail is marked “Time Sensitive” in order to press people into opening it in a rush.
There is a constant in these things and that is time. It waits for no one and we have found ways to allow it to create a pressure that drives us into a frenzy of hurrying from one activity to the next. We don’t allow time for courtesy or politeness or general pleasantries. We don’t even allow time to listen to a voice mail but would rather read it quickly because it has been translated by online software that makes it easier to skip over the boring parts and get to the point fast. We trim away the bits of our lives that slow us down in the name of being on time and highly productive. Too often the bits we trim away are the behaviors and activities that make us human and we sacrifice them in the name of speed and productivity.
This brings up the question…why the need to be so highly productive? Are there deadlines that need to be met that will kill you if you don’t meet them? How did they (the deadlines) creep into your life? Will you loose your job if you don’t meet them? Is loosing your job going to ruin your credit because of missed payments to bills that you shouldn’t have placed yourself under the control of? That new car payment? The latest electronic gadget or that fancy widget?…do those things (Awesome Credit, the new car or latest electronic gadget) really matter? What does having great credit really do for you anyway besides measure your ability to be in debt and tell others how great you are at it.
I realize that many are strapped financially and in fact now are pressed just make ends meet. Seems earning a living wage is becoming so tough with the demand for us to do more with less. There is a story of a nation that was pressed into doing doing more with less. The Israelites as slaves were forced to build bricks with no straw as they once had done. They eventually were led out of Egypt from the hands of their captors.

Are we on the brink of collapse? I don’t think so but i do think that we are definitely going to have to change how we do business and how we interact with one another if we are to return to being a more civilized society.

Rude Behaviour

Posted by wcrowlandksr on July 10, 2013
Posted in: General Ramblings, Life in the Pacific Northwest, Uncategorized. Leave a comment

This morning, I’m standing at the bus stop and there is a small bus waiting to leave.  It is packed.  A stranger sees me standing there as he is walking towards the stop and asks, “Is the bus full?”.  I answer and say “O yeah, it’s full”.  An acknowlement of a brief nod and an “oh”…and that conversation is over.  A minute later, I say to the guy, “It seems that a bigger bus might be in order with that many people riding.”   This same person, doesn’t even acknowledge I said anything.  I then become annoyed and say, “You know, I spoke to you when you asked me a question but to ignore someone talking to you is just rude!”.  The guy looks a bit shocked that anyone would call him out on crappy behavior.  So tired of rude people in this place.   

Missing the Desert Today

Posted by wcrowlandksr on June 21, 2013
Posted in: Life In The Sandbox, Out of the Desert. Leave a comment

I found myself listening to some relaxing Arabic music.

I have been struggling lately with the reality of some things in my life as it pertains to what I left behind and what I returned to find in my home life. It’s been said that you can never go back and I believe that is true as I have tried many times to in the past. As I have grown and matured I have learned you really can never go back. I am not wanting to try to go back because I know nothing stays the same as it’s recalled in your mind. I remember my days in the desert and I remember the days I stood out looking across the sands of the desert and seeing the sunrise each day. It was a place that is oddly enchanting and it calls to me from time to time. I know that I didn’t really fit in there in the Middle East because I had only been there for such a short time but I find myself missing it when things get a little sideways here.

I guess in some ways the idea of it and the music I am listening to with all the power it has, sometimes helps me to escape. I find myself drifting back to a place where I was a novelty of sorts and found the locals interested and friendly. I loved being able to see that there was an interest in who I was and I could learn about who they were. Here in my own land, I am just another average Joe in a place where so many are practically dead as far as interests in learning about new places and people. They live their day to day lives out just trudging along, never realizing what is really around them and never realizing what life really has to offer. Sometimes, I wonder if it’s me who has not figured that out yet.

Joining a Yacht Club

Posted by wcrowlandksr on June 12, 2013
Posted in: Marine Life. Leave a comment

I have been in my town for a good number of years and it dawned on me that while I have wanted to join the local yacht club before, I don’t really know anyone who is a member. After all, people don’t run around with a sign over their head announcing their membership to most any organization. Normally, one needs a sponsor to join and without that, you must find one. So began my quest and I did in fact find someone who will sponsor me. Just yesterday, I got a call from the club’s membership chair inquiring about my interest. I am on my the way!

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