I love a lot of things about this story, but especially the fact that some of these protesters have been picketing our nearby nuclear plant for 30+ years. More details about the protesters were published later in the Police Log, including their ages. While normally it would be unchivalrous to take note of a lady’s age, in this case it’s a big part of the story. I can only hope to be walking on my own, much less getting arrested, as I approach some of these ladies’ longevity. 

Experienced protesters occupy nuclear plant

The air handling unit in the attic area will be relocated to the basement. It handles both A/C and can run as a backup to the radiant heat system. However, the restaurant’s layout meant that the unit itself, along with all its ductwork, was outside the heated space and probably burning a lot of unnecessary energy.

Now, we’re going to move the air handler to the boiler room, run the main duct up from the basement, and run the main trunk duct in a chase behind the kitchen cabinets.

Beyond the blue tarp is the un-demolished area where I’m sitting now, and where the heat is turned on. It’s still unseasonably warm here, but the temp is dropping into the low teens at night, and although we are perfectly comfortable, I’ll be glad to get things buttoned up so we don’t burn so much fuel.

The worktable on the left is at the far end of where a long kitchen counter will run, including dishwasher, sink, and cooktop. Directly on the other side of the tarp we’ll be putting a gas fireplace in a peninsula that will come out from the wall and be visible from both sides (kitchen and living room). That peninsula will also break up the bowling alley view somewhat, hopefully without sacrificing the open feel we are going for.

Cosette loves sniffing around all the new nooks and crannies, although she is still skittish around workers and loud noises. Today we have a small bird in the house, somehow, and if C discovers that it will be quite the show, I’m sure.

With all the cultural activites and Archer Mayor excitement, you might think that construction is either done or has ground to a halt… not at all.

Last week, we turned a real corner in moving from de-struction to con-struction. We’ve framed in the new mud room, most of the upstairs laundry and bathroom areas, and the long central wall that will divide the kitchen from the master bedroom. Here, L is looking into the new kitchen, with the entry / mudroom shown on the right, and laundry and powder room behind her and to the leftt.

You can see the original ceiling height in the strandboard beams kind of behind L. In much of the house, we are raising the ceiling to the level of the higher cross ties you can just see in front of her. That has a dramatic effect on the overall feeling of openness… since none of the rooms are really all that big, the higher ceilings really have an impact.

Things are going nicely, and now that we’re in the middle of it, I’m glad that our crew has been down a man for part of this week, because there are lots of decisions to be made.

Gourmet Dogs at Flat Street Pub

Flat Street Pub successfully reopened last Thursday after being completely flooded out by Tropical Storm Irene.

When we were over there the other day to look at the doors we got from them, we got a tour of the ongoing renovations and talked with them about their reopening plans. They won’t be brewing for now, and the downstairs part is still closed. The kitchen must be completely rebuilt, but they still need to offer some food on the menu. Our contractor said “You should do hot dogs! I know a place that does great with that.” Well, they did and they are.

We went in last night for a pint and a dog. The dogs are gourmet, which means that they have more than ketchup and mustard. I had the bacon jam dog, complete with shoestring potatoes on top. L had the Avocado dog, which reminded us of that poolside bar at that resort in Mexico a few years back, where the dogs and burgers were among the best things.

Victory is mine!!

Yesterday I won the Brooks Memorial Library’s fundraising auction for a complete set of autographed Archer Mayor books. And, as a bonus prize, I get to have breakfast with the man himself.

The books are mostly set in and around Brattleboro, and reading the first few has given us great insight into, and familiarity with, the places and institutions around us. 

I’m very psyched about this!!

And God bless us, not even a mouse (cookie)

Tonight we are at New England Youth Theatre’s production of A Christmas Carol. At the lobby snack bar we got these MOST adorable cookies ever. Holiday magic sprung from half an Oreo, a Hershey’s kiss, a maraschino cherry dipped in chocolate and slivered almond ears.

In true Brattleboro style, the director’s notes explain that this production teaches lessons of solidarity with Occupy Wall Street.

The show was wonderful. Too long, but still very entertaining. The kids seem to take direction well, and the crew knew enough ‘real’ theater tricks to keep things moving. The Greek chorus girls, heavily influenced by Helena Bonham Carter, stole the show.

Parking Lot Life

Why is there a disreputable old pickup in our ‘front yard’ this morning?

Why is the nice man from the towing and recovery service taking the truck away?

Would a lawn provide as much entertainment?

Trades

We inherited a walk-in cooler when we moved in, something I was really excited about. Unfortunately, it was not really a practical notion, and we soon decided it had to go, along with the range hood and grease trap and other commercial kitchen remnants.

Thanks to Gail at the Brattleboro Arts Initiative (soon to be renamed Latchis Arts), we made contact with the owners of the Flat Street Brew Pub and Tap Room, who were flooded out by Tropical Storm Irene. They are reconstructing now, and they needed a new walk-in! So, presto, problem solved.

Even better, they had a set of old doors, mounted on sliding tracks, that will perfectly fit the bedroom doorway opening that Griffin has designed for us. Woo-hoo!! We’ll even have the Irene watermark to remind us of what we narrowly missed.

Scrabble club

Last Thursday evening I attended the inaugural meeting of the Southern Vermont Scrabble Club. I’ve always been something of a words guy, and when I read Word Freak a while back I found a renewed interest in Scrabble, which I hadn’t really played much in the last many years.

The club is being organized by another Brattleboro newcomer, who posted an announcement on iBrattleboro.com. Altogether, we had ten players. I won one and lost one. Managing the scoring, the clock, etc., proved surprisingly difficult for me, and I made some terrible plays. Hopefully once I get a little more comfortable with the mechanics of the whole thing my vocabulary will reemerge.

We had our meeting at the Millennium Pizzeria on Canal St., and I’m sorry to say our reception there was unfriendly and we will not be going back. Of all the foods to eat while playing Scrabble, greasy pizza might not be ideal anyway.

Eyebombing: The gently subversive meme of the moment.

This door (and the whole room behind it) was taken down today… We have less than half the main floor still ‘civilized.’

A clean slate

Demolition revealed this fun rustic slate floor under about half the kitchen tiles. Bonus!

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