Naked Audience

Barley and I passed the Alberta Sanitary folks on their yard debris run this morning. These guys are really nice look like they’re having a good time. As they’re tossing debris bags into the back for the garbage truck, three kids in a house are watching from atop a couch. They’re all in various stages of undress, including the middle child who is completely naked. All three kids are clapping furiously and unabashedly for the yard waste guys. I point out the audience to the yard waste guy who chuckles. I guess I thought it was funnier than he did. Or maybe it’s just part of the routine.

Apple Tree update

Roundheaded apple tree borer
Doug and I took down the infested apple tree yesterday. It was fairly easy to cut down (Thanks to Stihl) and large portions of the tree were standing dead. We identified the culprit of the infestation – roundheaded apple tree borers. We found several larva and pupa inside the tunneled out limbs.

Once we identified the pest, we could now know how to treat… oh.. nevermind. Well, one ironic factor:

“The downy woodpecker is the only known natural enemy.”
Roundheaded apple tree borer pupa
One bit of concern – some places suggest the only way to dispose of the wood is by burning it. This may work well for orchards, but I’m not sure what we’re supposed to do. I’d better put a call in to the Clackamas County’s Extension office (Multnomah doesn’t have one).

Downy Woodpecker

The gnarly apple tree in our back yard is home to a house finch family. They’re delighted by the bird bath and the two feeders now hanging from the tree. (‘Let’s not go to that one, lets go to the good one’) I’m anthropomorphizing of course, but how could the birds not be delighted?

The tree also has a problem with boring insects. Nearly every inch of the tree has a hole in it with sawdust coming out. This is kind of disturbing because it means we probably have to cut it down unless the extension officer thinks it’s cool. In the mean time, a downy woodpecker is frequenting the tree. I’m going to take a guess that it too is delighted.

Home Sweet Home

We’ve moved in. Thanks to the immense amount of free labor from our parents, we’ve also made most of the major adjustments needed for normal plus living. We put in a dishwasher, took out the fireplace and put a vent in the roof, patched the ceiling, put in a disposal ($5 at the rebuilding center), hung blinds and lots of misc. stuff. Things look great, feel great, and aside from the boring insects in the apple tree, we don’t have that much to do this summer. The animals have adjusted well, Tigger better than Barley, but the dog on hardwood floors is kind of funny.

So tonight we walked to our neighborhood video rental and now we’re watching Money Pit. Knock on wood. More to come. I’m kind of tired.

But I don’t want to choose

One of the most difficult things about buying a house in Portland is that you have to actually choose a neighborhood. There are so many cool little niches around the city that it is impossible to choose the one and only place that is perfect for you. I harbor some resent for having to choose a place. At least it’s still easy to get around to the others.

The other difficulty is leaving our current neighborhood. I joke about southwest being a cultural void, but I love it out here. I’m close to work, family, parks, Hillsdale, Multnomah Village, and downtown. I’m really going to miss driving into downtown on Barbur blvd. and seeing Mt. Hood and St. Helens above the city as it sits on the river and sprawls out to the east. Driving home is just as cool though because you look into your rear-view mirror and get not only the cars behind you but often a few skyscrapers and the low slope of a snowy mountain. It’s really gorgeous, and a quick and easy journey.

Still, we can’t really walk to anything worth walking to. A methodist church, the Castle Superstore, Blockbuster, and a liquor store. I’ll miss Barbur World Foods though; it’s going through a fascinating renovation. I’m also going to miss the birds, the neighbors (some of them), and Barley and my excellent walking routes.

Anyway, time to stop opining and stark opacking.