Construction: My Finished Kitchen

It’s been a long, ongoing project but it’s finally done.

On May 20, 2014, I began blogging about the construction of my new home in Malaga, WA. You can read all of these posts — and see the time-lapse movies that go with many them — by clicking the new home construction tag.

This morning, I put the finishing touches on my kitchen when I finally removed the paper backing from an adhesive light strip and stuck the over cabinet lighting to the cabinet tops. At this point, all the difficult work in the kitchen is done. There’s just some trim around the floor, which I’ll likely do next week some time.

I decided to sum up the entire project with pictures and links to related blog posts. When you buy a home that’s already finished, chances are you have no idea what went into building it. This blog post will give readers a pretty good idea of what’s “under the hood” in a kitchen and how I built mine. Although it’s been mostly done — and certainly in use — for the past eight months, it’s nice to take a look back and remember what I did, with the help of contractors and friends, to get where I am today.

The Long Road

Framed Kitchen Wall
The back wall of my kitchen in December 2014. The framing was done and I’d just begun the wiring.

I started planning my kitchen well over a year ago. Back then, all I had was a framed out wall between the future kitchen and the bathroom behind it. I knew I wanted a galley kitchen with an island for the stove and breakfast bar. The framing was done in September and I didn’t wait long to take the next step.

Final Floor Plan
Here’s the framing floor plan with wall widths taken into consideration.

Kitchen Drawing
Here’s Home Depot’s first stab at my kitchen.

That next step was to talk to the folks at Home Depot and Lowes about kitchen cabinets and appliances. I go into some detail about that in a blog post about planning the kitchen. That’s also where you can read about getting quotes for cabinets and the things that were important to me that led me to finally place an order with Home Depot for Kraftmaid custom cabinets and granite countertops. And because I wanted my kitchen to be “perfect,” I also arranged for professional installation.

I actually ordered the appliances more than a week before I ordered the cabinets and countertops. I ordered them from Home Depot, too, taking advantage of their big “Black Friday” appliance sale to buy a Samsung Dishwasher, a Samsung Range, and a Whirlpool refrigerator, as well as a Samsung washer and dryer for my laundry room. Not long after placing the order, I realized that the refrigerator I’d ordered would be too wide for the space framed out for it; I had to change the order to buy a slightly narrower model.

Once the cabinet dimensions and layout were set in stone (so to speak), I could build the stub wall for the center island. I had a framer over to do a few other odd framing jobs, including the wall around the stairwell, which was open to the area below. I copied the way he did that wall to build the island’s stub wall. Then, after a lot of measuring — “measure twice, cut once” — I screwed it down into the floor, making the exact location where my center island cabinets, stove, and countertop would go.

I did the wiring for the whole place, including the kitchen. I was crazy about including outlets and placed the ones on the countertops three feet apart with alternating circuits. I added two more outlets on the island. I originally had the refrigerator on its own circuit, but electrical inspector said it had to be on the same as one of my 20 amp outlet circuits. Likewise, I had the over/under cabinet lighting outlet and switch on a 20 amp outlet circuit but the inspector said it had to be on a different circuit. So I wired it into the loft’s circuit. The same went for the exhaust fan, which they allowed me to put in the wall rather than the ceiling; I had to wire that into the living room circuit. When all that was done and the electrical inspector was satisfied, I got the okay to cover — that meant I could have them do the insulation and drywall work.

Kitchen Drywall
Here’s the kitchen with the drywall done and the painting almost done. The large opening is for the fridge and its cabinet; the small opening would be my pantry.

In January, a contractor began work on the insulation, drywall, and painting for my home. I think the task was a lot bigger than they had expected — especially the drywall for my 20-foot tall interior wall and vaulted ceilings. As the drywall was finished, each room — including my kitchen, of course, suddenly began feeling like a room. They’d put in the shell for my living space. I left for a trip to Arizona while they were still working on it, but when I returned in mid-February, I was thrilled to see mostly painted and ready for the next step.

Delivered Cabinets
The cabinet installers unboxed and inspected each cabinet before bringing them upstairs.

Not a moment too soon! I got right to work on the electrical outlets and lighting. I needed the outlets done before the appliances would be delivered and I couldn’t get in the way of the cabinet installers, who were coming next. I wired a lot of outlets in a very short time. I took delivery of the cabinets the day before the installers came to measure again, unbox the cabinets, inspect them, and carry them upstairs.

Then it was off to California with the helicopter for frost season. I stayed a few days before returning home.

When I got back, the cabinet installers returned and got to work. They did most of the job in two days. There were some minor problems. Two cabinet doors needed to be replaced and the lower shelf unit was the wrong color. They ordered replacement parts and more trim.

Cabinets
Here’s how my kitchen looked by the end of the first day of cabinet installation work.

The appliances came a day or two later, on February 28 — the delivery date I’d specified three months before. (I really know how to cut things close.) I’d had just enough time over the previous day to prepare vinyl adhesive plank flooring for under the fridge, dishwasher, and stove. The rest of the floor would get Pergo and the manufacturer recommended that the appliances not be placed on top of “floating flooring.” The vinyl was practical, and didn’t look bad. It would be mostly covered anyway.

The appliance delivery went very smoothly. There was some confusion about the refrigerator two weeks later when I turned on the circuit it was plugged into — it wouldn’t work. But then I pulled it away from the wall and realized the installers hadn’t plugged it in all the way. Those darn tamper-resistant outlets!

Kitchen in Progress
With the appliances installed, it started looking like a kitchen.

The countertop guys came and took exact measurements based on the cabinet installation. It would be a while before they were back with the countertops. Before they left, they told me I’d need corbels to help support the weight of the granite over the void of the breakfast bar area. I went in search of an appropriately sized, relatively attractive solution and came up empty. So I found a company that made corbels and ordered four of them, placing a rush order so they’d be at my home on time.

Cabinet Pulls
I wanted something unique and I found it — at Home Depot, if you can believe that.

Meanwhile, the cabinet guys came back and finished up their work on the cabinets. That included replacing the bad doors and off-color shelves, adding trim, and adjusting doors and drawers. They also installed all of the cabinet and drawer pulls. I’d chosen an unusual twig design available online through Home Depot. (The twig seemed to go well with the design of my great room sconce lighting, which features a sort of vine support.) They did a fine job, but they’d ultimately have to return one more time for some final adjustments. This is one of the best things about working with Home Depot; the contractors they send do the job right, no matter how many trips it takes. And there’s no surprise on pricing. (I wish I could say that about my drywall contractor.)

Track Lighting
Jim and Cy hung the track lighting. (I couldn’t do it on my own.) Their wives, Kriss and Alix, came along and a dinner party broke out.

Track Light Head
I chose these art glass light heads for the hallway and kitchen.

Some friends came by one evening to help me with the track lighting in the kitchen and hallway. I’d bought the tracks and 10 art glass light fixtures at Home Depot but was unable to hang them with just one pair of hands. The beauty of track lighting is that you can easily add, move, and point fixtures wherever light is needed. and with the right track heads, it doesn’t have look like a throwback from the 1970s. I thought I’d be helping Jim, but Cy stepped in and the two of them knocked off the job in no time at all. That cost me a smoked rib dinner and was so totally worth it (especially since it gave me an excuse to make and eat some ribs, too).

Corbels
Bob and I attached the corbels one Saturday or Sunday. I rewarded him with a fresh-baked quiche. By this point, I’d begun using my stove pretty regularly, although I still lived in my RV.

When the corbels for the breakfast bar support arrived, my friend Bob came with a set of forstner drill bits and helped me install them with special screws I’d bought at Home Depot. Each screw is inset; one of these days, I’ll cover the holes with wood buttons.

The countertops came next.I felt sorry for the guys who had to carry those huge granite slabs up the stairs. They did a great job in only a few hours, handling the installation of my under-counter composite granite sink as part of the job. I was thrilled that the 4 x 8 island came in one piece; the 12-foot main countertop was split in two at the sink but the seam is barely visible. I should mention here that I’d decided early on to keep the island at just one level rather than raise the breakfast side. This gives me a huge surface for food preparation.

Finished Countertops
At this point kitchen was at least 90% done. You can see in this shot that only one of my three hanging pendant lights have been hung.

First Cup of Coffee
First cup of coffee in my new kitchen.

On March 28, 2015 I moved my coffee maker upstairs and made coffee in my new home for the first time. While that might not sound like much, it was a huge deal for me.

Almost Done Floor
I almost got the floor done in time for my kitchen unpacking get-together with friends.

Meanwhile, I’d been working hard on the Pergo floor, starting at the east end of the room and working my way toward the kitchen. I had planned a get-together with some of my girlfriends to unpack my kitchen boxes and I really wanted the floor done before they arrived. Unfortunately, I came up just shy of being finished. But we unpacked the boxes anyway and I put most of the things I’d packed two years before in Arizona. It was great being able to use my Calphalon pots and pans and Mikasa dinnerware again after two years of cheap Silverstone and Corelle in the RV.

Drawer Organizer
I love keeping kitchen drawer contents neatly organized and these bamboo dividers were perfect for the job.

I bought bamboo drawer organizers at the local Bed Bath and Beyond to organize silverware and kitchen gadgets in the drawers. I really like being able to keep the drawers organized and prevent gadgets from shifting around when I open and close the drawers.

I did a few more trips to California for frost work. I was enjoying the ability to commute down there when needed so I could spend the rest of my time working on my home.

Dishwasher
My dishwasher, right after installation.

The plumbers came back at March month-end to finish all the plumbing work. That included hooking up the sink and dishwasher. I celebrated by loading the dishwasher. That night, I slept in my new home for the first time.

I installed my over-cabinet lighting. I’d bought two adhesive LED lighting kits — one for over the cabinets and one for under the cabinets. Since the over-the-cabinet lighting was a straight run, I ran the tape, fastened it down temporarily with masking tape, and plugged it in. It was great indirect lighting. But I put off installing the under cabinet lighting since it would take three separate runs and I hadn’t quite figured out how I’d do it.

Wine Fridge in Closet
I have my priorities straight; I built my pantry shelving to accommodate my wine fridge.

I built shelves in the pantry out of white Melamine board. (I detest those crappy white wire shelves you can buy in kits.) That gave me plenty of space to store food and countertop appliances. (I’d already decided that this kitchen would not have cluttered countertops.) I’d put an outlet in the pantry specifically for my wine fridge, so I designed the lowest shelf high enough to fit the wine fridge under it. (The wine rack shown beside the fridge in this photo was subsequently moved out of the pantry and into a dedicated “bar” area I set up months later.)

I bought three bar stools designed for countertop height surfaces. Although a lot of my friends had been telling me to buy comfortable stools with cushions and backs, I decided to go with a simpler and cheaper solution until I could find the “right” stools. But after using them for the past eight months, I’ve decided that they are the right stools for me. No need to get super comfortable at the breakfast bar; I have a dining room table and sofa in the same room. These are light, easy to move around, and they stack when I set my Roomba loose to vacuum for me.

I finally finished the floor, although I didn’t even start doing the trim. That’s when I felt ready to share a progress report on my blog. On April 7, I posted my first kitchen video tour.

Kitchen on April 7, 2015
Here’s what my kitchen looked like on April 7, 2015. I made a video that day to show it off.

After that, it was mostly trim and finish that needed to be done. I worked on it between more trips to California, including one in late April to retrieve my helicopter, and a lot of work I had begun doing outside in my garden and on my deck.

Pendant Lighting
I finally hung the pendant lighting with a friend in mid April.

Another friend helped me hang the three pendant lights over the breakfast bar. I’d hung one with Jim and Cy but had to wait until two more like it were in stock at Home Depot.The trick was getting them lined up when the ceiling they hung from sloped. The job was nearly impossible with one person but relatively quick and easy with two.

I hung a painting by a friend that happened to fit perfectly in the area over my sink. I later replaced it with a very large clock. I also moved the utensil rack I’d hung under one cabinet to the other side of the sink and packed up my canisters for sale on Craig’s List.

Spice Shelves
These spice shelves fit nicely onto one wall of my pantry.

I added spice shelves to one wall of my pantry so I can keep all my spices handy and organized. I find that it’s a lot easier to put things away when they have a specific place — and a lot easier to find them when you need them. I blogged about some of the organization features I’ve incorporated into my new home.

Kitchen Window Sill
My kitchen windowsill was one of the first I installed.

I installed a windowsill on the kitchen window. That window would see a parade of radios ranging from a small boom box to a big boom box to a small iHome — all of which I already had. (I might not watch much TV, but the radio is nearly always on here.) I’ve recently gotten some cedar planking with bark edges to replace all my windowsills, but I suspect I’ll tackle that huge project in the summer months.

Pantry Door
The pantry doorway got a curtain instead of a door.

I trimmed out the doorway for the pantry when I realized that I just wasn’t interested in spending a lot of money on a custom door for its narrow doorway. I used a spring rod and a curtain to close off the area. That was probably the best solution, considering that my wine fridge generated a bit of heat; a door would have turned that space into a warm room. The curtain introduces leaves to the design, which, of course, goes great with the twigs.

I didn’t do much over the summer. I was busy with life and doing things outdoors. The kitchen was nearly done and was in full use. I don’t have any pictures of newly completed tasks — just lots of pictures of food, especially baked goods.

Last week I got back to work on the kitchen. I unpacked the silk plants and baskets I’d had over the cabinets in my Arizona kitchen and put some of them in place over my kitchen cabinets. Although the jury is still out among my Facebook friends, I like the way they add depth to the otherwise empty space up there.

Fire Extinguisher
Here’s something I hope I never have to use.

I also bought and installed a good-sized fire extinguisher inside the pantry door. I have one downstairs in the RV garage, but I thought it was a good idea to have one handy in the kitchen, too.

The Finishing Touch

I considered my kitchen “finished” the other day when I finally installed the under-cabinet lighting.

I honestly don’t know why I put it off so long. All I needed to do was figure out how to run the light tape under the cabinets and buy some 20 gauge wire and electrical connectors. Once I had the parts I needed, I had to cut the tape, temporarily put it in place with masking tape, and run that 20 gauge wire between the cabinets. That turned out to be the hardest part; one of the cabinet pairs had a very tight fit. Then I connected everything together, plugged in the power supply, and flipped the switch.

And there was light!

I was glad I’d used masking tape for a temporary mount. I’d placed the light strip on the bottom of the cabinets, facing down. As a result, when they were turned on, they reflected in my absurdly shiny granite countertops. I didn’t want to see those tiny points of light, even as reflections. So I mounted the lights on the bottom trim of the cabinets, facing the wall. Much better.

I then climbed on top of the countertops, dusted off the top of the cabinets, and used the tape’s adhesive backing to permanently secure the over-cabinet lighting to the top of the cabinets. I rearranged the silk plants and baskets, climbed down, and flipped on all the switches to admire my handiwork.

My Finished Kitchen
Shot before dawn on a cloudy day, this photo shows my kitchen with all lights turned on. Can you believe how reflective my countertops and stovetop are?

I should mention here that when I wired the kitchen for this lighting, I placed a 2-socket outlet over the top cabinets and wired each outlet to a separate switch beneath the top cabinets. Doing this made it possible to use two separate power supplies and turn on each light string independent of the other. So I could have upper lights on, lower lights on, or both sets of lights on. The power supplies are hidden in plain sight eight feet off the ground, behind the upper cabinet trim and under the silk plants.

I’ll do another video tour one of these days. I actually shot one but didn’t like the way it turned out.

Practical Use: The Verdict

No blog post about a finished kitchen would be complete without a quick summary of how practical it is. Remember, I designed this whole thing, from its size and the placement of walls, to the selection and location of cabinets, appliances, and countertops.

I’m not a kid anymore and I’ve lived in enough homes with kitchens to know what works and what doesn’t work. While many people seem satisfied to hand over kitchen design to an architect or kitchen planner, I wasn’t that interested in their ideas of what would work. So I take full responsibility for everything that’s in my kitchen today.

For the most part, I got it right. The placement of the refrigerator, sink, and stove is in the classic triangle that most kitchen designers recommend. I set up the kitchen so that the left side was for food prep and the right side was for serving. So everything I need to make a meal is on the left and everything I need to serve a meal is on the right. With access around both sides of the island, I can be cooking while a companion sets the table. Or fetches himself a glass and something to drink.

In late June, when I started dating a guy who liked to cook, I was very pleased to see that my kitchen was spacious enough for two without getting in each other’s way. Plenty of room to get past each other behind the island, too.

With counter space right by the open refrigerator door, there’s always someplace to put the items going into or coming out of the refrigerator. The trash is also nearby, making it easy to clean out the fridge when something in there is looking funky.

Dishwasher next to the sink is a no-brainer, of course. I put it on the right side mostly because my dishes are stored on the right side. But it’s also the location of the dishwasher in my last four homes. Maybe that’s standard?

I didn’t get a disposal for the sink and I halfway regret that. I can always add it; there’s a free outlet under the sink just for that purpose. I do a lot of composting and feed salad scraps to my chickens, so I don’t really need it. It does come in handy, however, when rinsing plates after a meal. Like I said, I can always add it later.

Although I thought I’d be using my countertop appliances — think Instant Pot, mixer, food processor, blender, bread machine, ice cream maker, dehydrator, vacuum sealer, toaster — on my main countertop, it turns out that the island countertop makes a much better surface. It’s right next to the pantry where most of these items are stored, so it’s very convenient for the heavier appliances, such as my mixer. Using the appliances there also keeps the rest of my countertop clear for other use, such as staging food to be prepped or stored.

The island has also become the go-to place for meals either alone or with one or two friends. I sit there with my morning coffee and journal, gazing out the window as I plan my day. Friends sit there to keep me company while I cook or clean up after a meal.

So I definitely got the island right, even if it was by accident.

Storage is good, too — although I honestly wish I could have made the pantry larger. I have plenty of room for my pots, pans, plates, utensils, and gadgets. I love the fact that there are no food items in any cabinet — everything edible is either in the refrigerator or the pantry. The pantry can fit all of the food on hand and most — but not all — of my countertop appliances. I store the appliances I use least — my bread machine and ice cream maker — downstairs on shelves in my shop area. I might set up some new shelves just inside the RV garage door for these items — I’m getting an upright freezer next week for that area and shelves beside it might be a good idea to keep these things handy. We’ll see.

So other than wishing the pantry could be larger — which is not possible at this point — and not having a disposal in the sink — which can be added later — I’m very pleased with the way the kitchen turned out. It might be small, but it’s extremely functional and easy to use.

Certainly something to be proud of.

Some Thoughts on Travel

“We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us.” – Anonymous

Ludwigsburg
Perhaps my wanderlust was fed by this 1976 trip to Germany with my grandparents. Or perhaps it’s in my DNA, planted by my maternal grandfather, who used to follow us on vacation when I was a kid.

I need to start off by saying that I love to travel. I love getting into a car or plane or train with luggage and going someplace and staying for a while. I love learning about new places, meeting new people, and seeing new things.

Travel for Work

In the past, I was fortunate to have had a series of jobs that sent me all around the country. My job as an internal auditor for ADP (based in New Jersey) sent me to Chicago, Kansas, Los Angeles, Orlando, New Orleans, Denver, and Washington DC, as well as a few places closer to home. Trips ranged from one to three weeks in length. The job was 40-50% travel and I was told I’d get tired of it. But I never did.

When I started out as a freelancer, I worked as a hands-on computer trainer for Data Tech Institute. They sent me on numerous trips all over the eastern half of the country, from Milwaukee to Cape Cod to Atlanta. The trips were three days each: a travel day followed by two work days with travel at the end of the second day. I remember one particularly busy month when I visited eight different cities with 20 airplane legs and a round trip train ride. While I was exhausted at the end of that month, I was also ready for more.

Later, my writing work took me to New York, Boston, San Francisco, Toronto, Vancouver, Santa Barbara, and Boulder to speak at conferences, meet with editors, and record video courses. I looked forward to every single trip.

Even my flying work got me traveling. Short trips to tourist destinations like the Grand Canyon, Sedona, Monument Valley, and Las Vegas. Overnight trips for survey and photo flights in northern Arizona, New Mexico, California, and Nevada. Training flights to the Los Angeles area. Long-term trips to Washington (where I later moved) for cherry drying and to California’s Central Valley for frost control. I loved those trips most — probably because someone was paying me to fly my helicopter there.

I simply loved to travel.

Don’t get me wrong — It isn’t because I didn’t like it at home — I did. (Well, I did until my marriage started falling apart.) I just liked to get out and get a new perspective of the world. And to me, that’s what traveling is all about.

The Stay-At-Home Rut

My future wasband and I traveled quite a bit during the first 20 or so years of our relationship. We had some amazing trips: Seattle to San Francisco by car; Shenandoah Parkway, Skyline Drive, the Blue Ridge Parkway, and the Outer Banks by motorcycle; and a handful of islands in the Caribbean by cruise ship are among the top 10. He even accompanied me on quite a few of my business trips — several times to California and once to Hawaii on my frequent flyer miles — and I went with him on a few of his.

Havasu Falls
I went to Havasu Falls for the first time in 2004 on an Arizona Highways photo excursion. Alone, of course.

But that ended in the mid 2000s when he started a series of dead-end jobs with limited vacation time. Suddenly, long trips were difficult to arrange and weekends were the only time he could get away. (Unless, of course, he needed to visit his mother; he could always make time for her.) I tried to get him to commit to one three-day weekend trip every month. Doesn’t sound like much, does it? But it apparently was.

I fell into in a stay-at-home rut. I wanted to travel — and I did actually make a few trips on my own — but unless it had some connection to my work, it wasn’t easy to do without having to deal with the resultant guilt trip my wasband put me on. You see, it wasn’t fair to leave him behind. Why should I have fun when he couldn’t? So I stayed at home, waiting, eventually looking forward to spring when I could go back to Washington, get a change of scenery, and spend time with friends. By that time, didn’t want to be at home.

Things are different now, of course. I don’t have a ball and chain holding me back. All I have is a 10-12 week period every summer when I’m stuck in the Wenatchee area for cherry drying work and another 8 weeks in early spring when I need to be within a few hours commercial flight time of Sacramento for frost work. I’m pretty much free to travel the rest of the year. Best of all, I don’t have to wait for a weekend to do it.

I got a chance to really stretch my legs in the autumn of 2012 and spring of 2013 with multiple trips from Arizona to California, Las Vegas, Washington, and Florida. I can’t tell you how good it felt to finally be able to go wherever I wanted whenever I wanted.

The Benefit of Traveling Alone

Beatty NV
My self-labeled “midlife crisis road trip” in the summer of 2005 lasted 19 days and covered 10 states. I saw a lot of off-the-beaten-path places, like this ghost town in Nevada.

Although I do prefer traveling with a good travel companion, I’ve only managed to find one — and she lives in Colorado with her own set of responsibilities. I thought I’d found another this past summer, but we apparently had different ideas of what “sharing the cost” meant. If I’m going to pay for more than half a trip, I’ll take it by myself so I don’t have to compromise with a “frugal” — his word, not mine — travel companion.

Compromise is only part of the problem when traveling with a companion. The other is spontaneity — the ability to make last minute plans and see them through. When there are two or more people traveling, planning a spur-of-the-moment trip is nearly impossible. Even making changes to travel plans once you’re on a trip is difficult. But when you’re running the show and you don’t have to worry about making someone else happy, you can do whatever you like, whenever you like.

And that’s where I am today. Loving it.

Recent Trips, Upcoming Plans

Since cherry season ended in late July, I’ve gone on several trips:

All that in three and a half months! It’s amazing I get anything done around here.

And that doesn’t include day trips to Seattle (for shopping), Woodinville (for wine-tasting), or local hiking trails and mushroom-gathering locations.

Right now, I’m thinking about other trips. I’ve already got an overnight trip to Spokane (yeah, big deal) with a friend planned. If I don’t spend the winter in Arizona, I’ll likely go on my annual cross-country skiing trip to Winthrop. One way or another, I’m sure Arizona will be a January destination — I’m thinking of driving down with my boat and stopping at various lakes along the way. Looks like I’ll spend part of the late winter in the Sacramento area again for frost; if that doesn’t pan out, I’ve got a job offer in Ohio that I’ll try to grab. (Yes, I do work for a living.) I’ll be back in Idaho with my boat to visit friends with a new home on the Spokane River and would love another trip to Alaska in May.

What about big trips, like the one I’d hoped to take with my wasband in late 2012 to Australia? Well, those are on the back burner right now while I finish my home and get my helicopter ready for its overhaul next winter. Once that’s all done and the dust has settled, I’ll be thinking about going way south for the winter of 2017/2018.

A travel companion would be nice, although not required. I’m looking for just the right person to join me.

The New Chicken Coop

Third time is the charm?

I like having chickens. There’s nothing quite like fresh eggs laid by chickens in your own yard. Chickens that get to walk around all day and eat bugs and scrap veggies. Chickens that you feed and talk to and watch. I had chickens for much of the time that I lived in Arizona and really enjoyed not only the eggs, but the experience.

So it made sense that I should have chickens here at my new home. I got them as chicks in April 2014 and waited five months for them to start laying eggs. I started with eight of them, lost two early on, and lost a third when I got my rooster.

The First Chicken Yard and Coop

When the chicks grew to a size where they were ready for a chicken yard, my friend Mike and I built one out of 6-foot T-posts and 5-foot horse fencing. I blogged about the whole prep thing here.

A few weeks later, I built a coop — a building with roosting and nesting areas — for the chickens. I go into a lot of detail about that process here.

Chicken Coop
The finished chicken coop.

The coop was ugly, but the chickens didn’t seem to care. They roosted and nested and made eggs. I never did get around to putting shingles or any kind of protective material on the roof. It was just painted an ugly dark green and nearly flat so water soaked into it when it rained or snowed.

Meanwhile, the chicken yard was functional — it kept the chickens safe — but to keep out birds of prey I had to run bird netting over the top. I’m 5’6″ tall. The bird netting dipped down below 5 feet. Needless to say, going into the chicken yard was a bit of a nuisance. And since that’s where the eggs were, I had to go in daily to collect them.

The Second Chicken Yard

A friend of mine was creating much nicer chicken yards by building a frame and then fastening chicken wire on it. I had some 20-foot long palette wood that my building’s metal sheets had arrived on. In September, I cut them in half and, with some 6-foot 2x4s, built three frames. I used the same horse fencing inside each frame, running it vertically in 5×6 sections. Then, with the help of a friend and his mom, I assembled the three walls in place of the existing yard fencing with the coop on the outside of the yard. I built a door, added bird netting and some shade fabric I’d brought from Arizona on top, and had a new chicken yard. One I could stand up straight in.

Chicken Yard 2
Here’s the second chicken yard. The coop is outside the yard but the opening is inside. It didn’t look bad right after I built it.

As winter approached, I worried about my chickens keeping warm. Their coop’s doorway was very large and wouldn’t offer much shelter from a wind coming out of the east. If it snowed, their food would get wet and there wouldn’t be any place for them to walk without snow. I put some metal panels leftover from my building on top. This protected them and gave them shelter from rain. I fastened wood and metal panels around the north side and stacked up hay bales on the east. It was functional and the chickens seemed to be fine all winter, but by spring I couldn’t deny one simple fact: from the road, it looked trashy. And if there’s one word I don’t want applied to my property, it’s “trashy.”

Trashy Coop
My chicken setup looked trashy — there’s no other way to describe it.

The Hoop Yard

My next door neighbor, Michelle, got chickens in the spring. She built a chicken yard out of “hog panel” fencing hooped up and over into a rounded top. It looked great. Although she started out with a large coop inside the hoop, she later cut the coop in half and positioned it on one end of the yard, giving the chickens a lot more room inside and making it possible for her to walk around in there when she needed to. I started thinking about doing the same thing. But I’d also need a new coop; the nest boxes and perches in the one I’d originally built were falling apart.

Over the next few months, I bought some panels and started to plan. I was busy with other things — mostly finishing up my home — and it was brutally hot for most of the summer so I really didn’t want to work outside. But about four months ago, I got to work on the new yard, extending the chickens’ existing yard another 10 feet out the back side with the hoops. I liked the way the frameless design made the extended yard blend into the scenery. But it was too hot and I was too busy with other things to finish the job so I put it on the back burner.

Chicken Yard Extension
I added two 16 x 5 foot hog panels, hooped and fastened at the bottom between two 2x4s. This design is framed at the bottom and ends so it really blends into the scenery.

The New Coop

Getting Started
The entire coop is built on a series of pallets.

Nest Box
The coop begins to take shape with a roosting area, nest boxes, and porch.

Progress
The nest box roof is on a hinge so I can lift it up from outside to gather eggs.

Here’s the video I shot of the kittens playing in the coop I built.

Wheels
I added wheels to move it. The back wheels in this shot are my helicopter’s ground handling wheels which worked out okay on concrete but probably wouldn’t cut it on gravel.

About a month ago, I started making the new coop. I decided to build it with scrap material and to design it so it resembled my building. I’d even use the same metal for the walls and roof.

I had a lot of building materials, including lots of pallets in really good condition, lumber in all lengths and sizes, insulation leftover from my RV garage, Pergo flooring leftover from my home, Trex-style decking, leftover from my deck, and metal panels leftover from my building’s skin. Not only would I build a solid structure, but I’d insulate it to keep the chickens warm in winter and have a removable panel for ventilation in summer.

I got to work on the RV garage floor. I worked on it for a few hours a few times a week. Slowly but surely, it began to take shape.

At the same time, I was raising three kittens as a foster home for them and their mom. As the kittens grew and become more adventurous, they started playing in the coop as I worked on it. I captured some video one day. They’re gone now — a friend of mine adopted the whole family as barn cats — but they sure were cute.

At some point, I realized that the thing I was building weighed a ton. Well, not literally a ton, but a lot. A lot more than I could lift. I started thinking about how I was going to get it out of the garage and into place on the other side of my gravel driveway. My RV was parked out there at the time and that really restricted how much space I had to maneuver in.

I started by buying wheels for it and fastening some scrap 2×6 lumber to mount the wheels on. The hardest part was getting the damn thing off the ground so I could put the wheels on. I had to use my winch, mounted in my pickup truck’s bed. That made it possible to move it to the front of the garage. I got it to the point where the only thing left was to put on the metal skin and Trex porch floor. That would probably add another 50 pounds of weight — better to do that when it was in position. But I wasn’t ready to bring it outside yet. I still had work to do in the yard.

Putting It All Together

It’s all about the challenge

Over the past three years, I’ve done more new and difficult things than I’d ever had in my life. From wiring my home to moving heavy things by myself to laying down my floor and deck — it’s been one challenge after another.

I’ve found that I really enjoy the challenges I face getting my home set up the way I want it. Each difficult task is a puzzle that requires serious thought, planning, knowledge, skills, tools, or a combination of these things. But what it requires most is patience.

In the old days, I used to get frustrated when a task didn’t go as easily as I’d hoped. That feeling of frustration was magnified if I tried to do something with my wasband and he got all pissed off when it didn’t go smoothly.

But now I don’t get frustrated at all. I just plan ahead, make sure I have everything I need to get the job done, and go to it slowly and carefully. It’s perseverance that makes it all come together in the end.

And when a difficult job is done, I get a huge feeling of satisfaction knowing that I did it all myself.

I had a party last week. A little get-together with friends and neighbors to show off my home and sit around the fire pit on what could be the last warm night of autumn. I showed off the chicken coop as part of the tour — everyone wants to see my garage. My friend Alyse said I should get everyone there to help me drag the coop out. But it was dark and I was tired of getting visitors to help me with the few tasks I couldn’t do on my own. Besides, I was almost looking forward to the challenge of getting it out there on my own.

Before I could get the coop into position, I had to disassemble the old chicken yard and add one last hog panel hoop. That was the big job. I tackled it on Tuesday, the only day this week forecasted to have good weather all day.

I started by pushing the coop out onto my concrete driveway apron. By this time, I’d replaced the wheels in the back with another set I’d bought. I didn’t want to spend a lot on them because they were temporary and they turned out to be pretty cheesy. But they worked, so I’m not complaining.

Coop on Driveway
Penny inspected the chicken coop once I got it out on the driveway. I had to move it about 80 feet on gravel to get it into position — and none of the wheels steered.

Then I got to work on deconstruction. I set up my GoPro and did a time-lapse. It’s kind of funny to watch, especially once the chickens get loose. I started by removing the panels I’d put in the top of the yard and then disassembling the panels. I didn’t want to spend time removing the wire fencing; I figured I’d do that later. I used my ATV to drag away anything too heavy to lift. (It’s a 600cc Yamaha Grizzly that I bought new in 1999 and it’s up to any task.) Once the panels were all out of the way, I added a third hoop and used wire-ties to fasten it to the one beside it. I completed the bottom frame so the entire yard was free-standing and quite sturdy.

Next I had to move the coop into position. None of the wheels steered so I had to roll it in one direction, then use the ATV to pull the front wheels one way or the other on the gravel, and then roll it again. The whole time, I was worried that one of the wheels would pop off. The rear wheels, which were not nearly as good as the ones I’d bought for the front, were really taking a beating. I had to reposition the ATV and the strap I was using to pull with quite a few times. It was slow-going but I wasn’t in a rush. It was important to get it into position before nightfall so the chickens would have a place to sleep.


Here’s the video. I tried to keep the chickens penned up, but they kept getting out. In the end, I just gave up.

Coop in Place

Coop in Place

Coop in Place
Three views of the chicken coop as I left it on Tuesday evening.

Once I had the coop in place, I removed the wheels and set them aside. I’ll store them for use on another project. If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the past three years, it’s that wheels make it a lot easier to move things.

I did a little work with chicken wire to fence in the far side of the porch. I also laid in most of the porch floor. But I didn’t have enough pressure-treated lumber to get the end framing and yard door done.

By that time, it was about 5 PM and I was completely exhausted. There was no way I’d be able to get the chickens in the yard and keep them there without a door. So I let them be. They wound up spending the night in their old coop. One of them even laid an egg in there.

Finishing Up

On Wednesday, it was cold and kind of nasty. I spent half a day writing blog posts while I waited for an inspector. I spent some time disassembling the old coop so the chickens couldn’t spend the night in it. When the inspector left, I ran out to do some errands. When I got back, the irrigation guy arrived to fix the water line, which had burst because of my outrageously high water pressure. While he worked on that, I set up my weather station. Then it started raining. Hard. That day was shot.

On Thursday, I went for a hike up in Leavenworth, ran a few errands on my way home — including getting the lumber I needed — and then went out again to help some friends with a catering job. It was dark when I got home, so that day was shot.

The chickens, during all this time, were free-range, scratching around the garden and under the bushes and in their new chicken yard. One of them started laying eggs under a sagebrush beside the driveway. At night, they went into their new coop. The first night they were in there, the rooster slept in the doorway with his head sticking out. I have no idea what that was all about.

On Friday afternoon, I was ready to finish up. My main goal was to get the yard fully enclosed so that the chickens could be secured. I framed out the doorway beside the coop. I closed the other side of the porch with chicken wire. And then I went inside to build the door. The old door had been a pallet and it was misshapen and falling apart. I wanted the new door to be sturdy and a perfect fit. I cut some of the wire fencing from the old chicken yard and nailed it into the door. But by that time it was raining and getting dark and I’d had enough for the day. I coaxed the chickens into their yard and used a scrap piece of plywood to close it up.

On Saturday, I did the job I’d been dreading: putting the metal sides on. Why did I dread it? Because I had to cut the metal. Corrugated metal is a real bitch to cut. After trying several methods, I’ve finally found one that works for me: a metal cutting blade in my jigsaw. The only drawback is that cutting it makes a gawdawful noise. Fortunately, I bought a set of ANC ear protectors. I pretty much wore them all day on Saturday.

Bit by bit, I got the metal cut. It was an odd day with a lot of moisture in the air and a series of rainbows, one after the other, appeared to the northwest and north throughout the day.

Rainbow
I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many rainbows in one day. And yeah, this one is a double.

I screwed each piece into place, feeling myself getting closer and closer to being done. Finally, the last piece was in place. I was done.

Finished Coop
Here’s how the coop looked when I finished up on Saturday. I draped some camouflage netting over one side to help provide some protection from the wind.

Or at least done enough for now. I’m still thinking of painting the exposed wood. But not this week.

The finished yard is 8 x 15 feet and tall enough for me to walk inside standing straight up. The eggs are accessible from the outside. The chicken’s food is under the porch roof where it’ll stay dry. There are enough perches inside for all six chickens — and hopefully for a few more next spring. The coop is solid, insulated, and protected from the elements.

I think I’d call this a win. It only took me three tries to get it right.

The Flying M Aerie on Google

Finally!

Yesterday, I was looking up something on Google Maps and was thrilled to discover that they’d finally updated the satellite image in for my area to include my home. I can’t be sure of the exact date, but I estimate that this shot was from sometime in the spring, before things had really greened up and gardens had begun to grow.

I cropped the image to my exact property lines — on the east, north, and west, anyway. The southern boundary of my property is the road, so everything above (north) of the road is mine. It’s 10 acres.

My property, annotated
Here’s an annotated satellite view of my property; everything above (north of) the road is mine.

A few notes:

  • When giving people directions to my home, I tell them it’s two miles down the gravel road, on the left with the big green roof. Most people can’t miss it — unless they use Google Maps, which either directs them to the airport (for reasons I can’t quite understand) or to the house across the street two doors back from me. Yes, Google got the address wrong.
  • Lookout Point is where I’ve put a bench for looking out over the valley. My property drops off quite steeply just north of that. It offers sweeping views from the Mission Ridge Ski Resort southwest to the mouth of Rock Island Creek to the northeast.
  • Chicken coop is where my chickens live. I’ve just redone it for the third (and hopefully last) time. I have five hens and a rooster but hope to expand my flock in the spring.
  • I’m going to be planting a few more fruit trees near my home. So far, I have two struggling cherry trees, which were given to me by one of my clients. I think the grasshoppers took a real toll on them. I have enough room in that cleared out spot for about five fruit trees: cherry, apple, pear, and apricot. I’ll plant in the spring. Irrigation is already there.
  • The bee yard is on the far east end of my property where the property lines make it very narrow. Although they used to be much closer to my home, the east end is more convenient for road access. But the real reason I chose that spot is because it gets the most sun; with the cliffs to the south, direct sunlight is scarce in winter. The farther north you go, the more sunlight there is. This is a perfect spot.

I had an irrigation system installed earlier this month. It runs in two zones down my entire 1100 feet of road frontage. Last week, workers planted 25 Scouler’s Willow trees to the west of my driveway. This will give me privacy from the road and help keep the dust down. Because they are native willows, they require less water than the Austian willows so popular here. They’re only about 2-3 feet tall now, but they should grow to 30 feet or more, likely within 5 years.

On the east road frontage, I’ll be planting Ponderosa pine (which grow naturally in the cliffs) and aspen (which many of my neighbors have planted) in grove-like bunches. These trees, also on irrigation, will grow very tall very fast. I’m hoping they’ll help teach my black-hearted neighbors, whose house appears in the lower right of the satellite image above, how to mind their business. They should probably take lots of photos of their view now, before those native trees block it.

(On a side note, I never realized how close my neighbor’s house is to the talus basalt rocks at the base of the cliffs to the south. Hell, one good rock slide and their backyard will be full of boulders. Who would build so close to such a hazard, especially with all the talk of earthquakes possible in the Pacific Northwest? City slickers, I guess.)

One of the nice things about having so much undeveloped land is how much can be done with it. My five-year plan calls for planting either a small vineyard or orchard in the area between the bee yard and my driveway. I’m thinking of devoting 2-3 acres to it. There are a few hurdles I have to jump first, though. No rush — I have plenty of time to move forward — and it’s a hell of a lot easier to do when I don’t have to compromise with a cheap, risk-adverse “partner” every step of the way.

Old Satellite Image
Bing Maps still has an old satellite image of the area. This is the same crop shown above; you can barely see my driveway. Based on the construction status of my neighbor’s home, I think this one might be about three years old.

And on that note, isn’t it amazing to see what I’ve accomplished since buying this lot back in late July 2013? Back then, the only thing I had was a partial driveway. Now I’ve got a home. It took a lot of hard work and money to make it happen, but it’s been worth it.

Finally Unpacking My Heirloom Lamps

I unpack two prized possessions and tell the story of why they’ve been in boxes for three full years.

On Wednesday, I finally unpacked two of my most prized possessions: my antique lamps.

I have two of them, a Jefferson and a Handel (no, not a “Pairpoint Puff,” whatever that is). Their style is called “reverse painted” — scenes are hand-painted on the inside of a glass lampshade. When the lightbulbs under the shades are turned on, they light up the scene. They’re absolutely gorgeous, especially when lighted in an otherwise dark room. They date back to the 1920s, when they could be had for about $20-$30. They’re worth considerably more now.

Jefferson Lamp Handel Lamp
Photos of my two lamps in my old home. These must be old shots; the coatrack behind the Handel was replaced in the mid 2000s with a lodgepole coatrack my wasband gave me for Christmas.

Note from Grandma
I took a picture of this note from my grandmother as a keepsake and it’s a good thing I did. It was evidence that I’d gotten the lamp prior to my marriage. The piece of tape with my name on it was stuck on the lamp for years; my grandmother wanted everyone to know that I should get the lamp when she died. In the end, she gave it to me four years before she died and I brought it from New Jersey to Arizona on the plane.

I got the Jefferson (the smaller blue one) from my grandmother before she died in 2002. I bought the Handel from my godfather, an antique dealer who specialized in lamps, a year or two later. The two lamps were accent pieces in the living room of my Arizona home.

Until I packed them.

When I got home from Washington in September 2012, my main concern was packing up my belongings in preparation to leave my home. You see, my husband at the time had found himself a new mommy/girlfriend online while I was gone, a desperate old whore 8 years older than him — yes, I know because everyone says it: bizarre — who would take my place in his life. (Or try to.) My now wasband had assured me that he wanted a quick settlement so we could save money on legal fees and get on with our lives. I figured I had just a few weeks to pack up my belongings and move out. The ones that meant the most to me would be packed first: the lamps and my Navajo rug.

An Update on the Divorce Book

My divorce was finally settled about a month ago — more than three years after my husband told me, on my birthday, that he wanted a divorce. It was a crazy, traumatic part of my life that I’m still in disbelief about. How can a good and reasonable man become so angry, vindictive, and delusional?

Back in 2013, I blogged about the contract I’d been offered for a book about the divorce. The book was delayed until the divorce was completely settled. For a while, I didn’t want to write it anyway — there was too much pain when I thought about how my wasband had thrown away the incredible life we were on the verge of having together. (As Adele says in this song, we could have had it all.) But as my new life got better and better and I saw how much I’d been able to achieve without him, I realized how much he’d held me back. I was truly so much better off without him. And while the pain of his betrayal will always be with me to some extent, I can now laugh with my friends over the things he and that old whore did to try to force me to settle, especially during the first year of the divorce process. And the appeal. And his attempt to get the appeals court to reconsider their decision. He’s crazy — that’s clear. And the story is incredible. It would make good reading.

A project for this winter? I think so. I think it’s time. And I have plenty of blog posts, email messages, and court documents to back up my tale. I think I might even get a chance to reveal the slutty 30-year-old lingerie photos the old whore sent him as part of her seduction routine. The playing cards I had made with those images are a real hit with friends. I wonder if he uses the two decks I left behind for him?

It’s a shame, really. As it turned out, my wasband wasn’t the least bit interested in a reasonable settlement. Not only did he want the paid-for house and everything in it, but he expected me to pay off the $30K balance on the home equity line of credit, give him another $50K in cash, and walk away with my business assets and retirement funds — most of which had been acquired before our six-year marriage. When I refused, and he refused my generous counteroffer, the lengthy (and costly) divorce battle began, made even lengthier by his repeated failure to comply with court orders and his delaying of the divorce court dates. So, as a result, I was stuck in the house until May 2013, with plenty of time to pack. I could have packed the lamps last and enjoyed them those last eight and a half months at home.

(And if you’re wondering how it all turned out, my wasband lost. And he lost his appeal, too. And he wound up paying me more than I’d asked for in my counteroffer back in December 2012. So much for saving money on legal fees. It cost him more than $200K than it could have to end the marriage, and he didn’t even get to keep the house. What an idiot. I swear he wasn’t this stupid — or greedy — when I married him. He must have picked up those traits from the old whore.)

Anyway, my lamps and rug were packed first. I packed them carefully, with plenty of packing paper and bubble wrap in a huge box. I nestled the two shades, one inside the other, with bubble wrap between them. The lamp bases went below them with their tops boxed up and cardboard separating their part of the big packing box from the glass shades. The rug went on top. I also packed the wooden “building” that goes with my Hummel nativity set — another heirloom item — along one side of the same box. (The figurines were also packed early on, but in a separate box better suited for their size.)

Boxes in Hangar
I stored my possessions in my old hangar until they could be moved to Washington. This shot was taken the day I moved out of my Wickenburg home: May 30, 2013.

The box with the lamps went right from the house to the hangar I rented at Wickenburg Airport. They sat there, on a pallet in case of flooding, for a full year.

Moving Day
The movers to my Wickenburg hangar in September 2013.

In September (no, not June) of 2013, movers transported everything in the hangar from Wickenburg Airport to Wenatchee Airport, where I was renting another hangar. The boxes remained stacked up in the new hangar.

Wenatchee Hangar
Most of my worldly possessions were stored in a hangar I rented in Wenatchee from September 2013 through June 2014. Boxes, vehicles, cargo trailer, and boat on right, furniture on left, helicopter with ATV in center for easy access to door.

Items Stored In Building
Here’s a shot from above after my friends helped me move everything into my building in June 2014. What a mess!

In June 2014, my friends helped me move everything from that hangar into my new building at my new home. The boxes were stacked haphazardly all over the back of the building. I moved them into the middle of the building and later, when I needed to get the RV in, moved them to the shop area. Sometime during the winter, I organized them by room so I could find things I needed to get at.

With all of these moves, the lamps’ box had been somewhat crushed by having other boxes stacked on top of it. I became a bit afraid to open it up. I was worried that the lamp shades — remember, they’re made of glass — had been damaged.

But this week, I decided that it was time. I had some friends coming from Auburn for a visit to see my new home. I’d already had custom end tables made and they’d been in my living room, looking bare, for about a month. There were only three things the living room needed to be finished: windowsills, a coffee table, and the lamps. The room would look more finished with the lamps. I wanted the room to look as finished as possible before my friends arrived so I had to get the lamps in place.

I unpacked the lamps on Wednesday. I still can’t believe how much paper was in that box. I certainly do know how to pack! And I’d worried for no reason: they were in perfect condition.

It took me four trips to bring them up from the garage: one each for the lamp bases and one each for the shades. I wasn’t taking any chances. I’d carry each one carefully.

I put the Handel on the table closest to the kitchen and the Jefferson on the table closest to the deck door and my desk. (Another heirloom lamp, my monkey lamp, is already on my desk.)

They looked beautiful in my nearly finished room. I took a picture. On Friday, I shot a video of the room and shared it here on Saturday.

Lamps in Living Room
The lamps, one on either end of the nine-foot sofa, almost complete the living room.

Reverse Painted Lamps at Night
My lamps look best at night, when they provide the only illumination in a room.

Last night, I settled down for an hour or so on the sofa in front of the TV. I remembered the lamps. I killed all the lights in the room and turned on both lamps. They cast the perfect amount of light for an evening of relaxation in my new living room.

After three years in a box, I finally get to really enjoy them.

The ironic part about all this: I’ll get more use and enjoyment out of them here, in a room I use every day, than I got during the 10+ years they were in my Arizona living room, a room I only used when I had guests. And every time I light them up, I’ll think about the people I got them from: my grandmother and godfather, both now gone.

Thanks Grandma and Jackie! I’m taking good care of them.