My hubby Frank is absolutely dead set on getting off the grid. He's been reading up on going solar for the past 20 years. He has been gathering material (junk) for his projects for the past 12 years. He's a hoarder....he could of been on Oprah's hoarder show. Luckily we have a barn...an empty, run down barn which holds most of his material (junk).
A couple of years back he had decided to build a dish to harness energy. Not having disposable income for this project was only a little hurdle...he decided to ask people who had monstrous satellite dishes he if still wanted them. Of course they did not want them and were thrilled that someone actually wanted it. So Frank and his friend found two huge dishes and brought them home....nice.....
So now in the middle of my backyard beside my patio set is this huge satellite dish ready for action. Actually it looked like it would easily blind any pilot flying overhead....I was sure of this as one day on the way home from town i was nearly blinded myself from the glare of our dish. We live out in the boonies....there was big talk in town about the flashes being seen on our concession.
Trying to fine tune the dish was something else. The regular parlor trick was showing how he could burn wood with it.
I started to drink that summer... my mojitos became legendary!
Then my luck started to change....a very large gust of wind knocked the solar monster to the ground....nearly missing us.
So Solar Frank to dismantle the dish...for now.....and return it to the barn.....
on to the windmill!
Friday, April 25, 2008
the Zacinator....
Where to start....well I'm a 46yr old tired mom of three. My eldest daughter had moved out about 4 yrs ago leaving us alone with the two boys...Eric.. the wannabe Latin lover and Zacary...better known as the Zacinator!
Zacy is only 7 but he's a very old soul. With my other two children I could just tell them what I wanted them to do and they would gladly do it.
Not the Zacinator. Nothing is easy....everything is a challenge....If i ask him to do something...he asks why....why can't you do it yourself mommy...why do i have to do it....why can't i just be a kid...why do i have to do things for you.....aren't you able to do it?
Figuring i should maybe add a "please" in there...I say...please Zacy....help your mommy...and he said now you're trying to make me feel guilty. That's not fair. Im moving out.
OKAY.....this is going well......so I start to try to explain how Kaykay and Eric always helped me and it was very appreciated and that I would like him to also help.
About this time he's angry...rolling his eyes...blowing his bangs off his forehead and has his arms crossed across his little chest. He proceeds to tell me that he didn't ask to made in my uterus...that if i still had my uterus he would ask to put back into it.
Well...that's a hard act to follow.....i just looked at him and he glared at me back.....then decides to tell me that he has found tampons and has taken them, since i don't need them and will most likely sell them to his teachers....his grade 2 teachers. Wonderful.....(note to self....go through his school bag before he leaves the house!!)
Zacy and I do not have mother and son talks.....we have union meetings.
Zacy is only 7 but he's a very old soul. With my other two children I could just tell them what I wanted them to do and they would gladly do it.
Not the Zacinator. Nothing is easy....everything is a challenge....If i ask him to do something...he asks why....why can't you do it yourself mommy...why do i have to do it....why can't i just be a kid...why do i have to do things for you.....aren't you able to do it?
Figuring i should maybe add a "please" in there...I say...please Zacy....help your mommy...and he said now you're trying to make me feel guilty. That's not fair. Im moving out.
OKAY.....this is going well......so I start to try to explain how Kaykay and Eric always helped me and it was very appreciated and that I would like him to also help.
About this time he's angry...rolling his eyes...blowing his bangs off his forehead and has his arms crossed across his little chest. He proceeds to tell me that he didn't ask to made in my uterus...that if i still had my uterus he would ask to put back into it.
Well...that's a hard act to follow.....i just looked at him and he glared at me back.....then decides to tell me that he has found tampons and has taken them, since i don't need them and will most likely sell them to his teachers....his grade 2 teachers. Wonderful.....(note to self....go through his school bag before he leaves the house!!)
Zacy and I do not have mother and son talks.....we have union meetings.
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