Showing posts with label stairs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stairs. Show all posts

14 December 2021

Stairway Almost to Heaven

The wooden deck in our backyard had never been maintained when we bought our fixer-upper 15ish years ago. The previous owners also removed the hot tub the night before we closed on the house (giving us the opportunity to back out of the sale without a financial loss, had we wanted, but also leaving a huge hole in the deck). About a year later, I went through one of the deck stairs, so Lizard removed the deck, along with the help of our then current missionaries.

We had big plans! We were going to build a red rock slab staircase that would match the flagstone I intended to use on the portion of the backyard that wouldn't grow grass. I have begun the flagstone part of the project, but we never got the stairway built. I built a makeshift stair at the backdoor to keep from falling on my noggin when I water the garden.

I ripped more than one dress on the deck skeleton over the years. I really hated that thing. Except when it made a stable, dry sitting surface while shooting snowflakes...

I dismantled that makeshift stairway the day before we thought work on the new stairs would begin. The crew had to delay our work for a week. I worried I'd forget the bricks and boards were gone. So that sweet husband of mine made a couple of signs to remind me. I am married to the most wonderful man on the planet!

One slab of the front stairway has been sinking on one side the entire time we have lived in the house. Probably due in part to the hyacinths I planted in the rocks in front of it. But also because none of the homes in our neighborhood were built on amended soil. A foolish developer builds your house upon the clay...

The cracks in the front concrete have provided excellent shelter for snakes and mice, neither of which we care to house. The off-levelness of that one step really hampered Lizard every time we went out the front door. He hasn't been able to go out the backdoor for a couple of years now. It has been a very long time coming, but we finally got those stairs replaced last week.

The company we used sized everything to accommadate a wheelchair, in case we ever get to that point. We hope we don't, but it's good to know we are ready if it happens.

The night before the concrete was poured, I dreamed the squirrel scampered all the way across the back steps, leaving footprints. Not an hour after the pouring (while the crew poured three more like projects in our neighborhood to address similar clay foundation issues), our squirrel had to leave his Hollywood-style signature. He also must have dunked his tail. There were a couple of long, deep gouges. I'll bet he spent a good deal of time licking his tail for the next several hours!

The crew leveled it off when they returned, and I tried to keep an eye out for our curious critter so he couldn't repeat the feat. But he must have learned his lesson. The smoothing lasted.

Snow was in the forecast two days after the stairs had been poured. We didn't know if we'd actually get any snow because it's been so dry. I got to shovel 1.5 inches off my new stairs Friday morning! I was as excited for the snow as I am about the stairs!

Neighborhood mice apparently are excited, too. Less than one week into the new stairs, a mouse hole has appeared. I filled it in with red sand.

I won't be planting new hyacinths near the front stair, and I'm going to have to redo the little rock area there. I'm thinking about having a short brick wall built around the rock area and adding soil to cover up where the clay has settled away from the front porch. But that would involve watering in the long run because I'd want to plant beautiful things there. So I'll have a few months to think on that.

Meanwhile, the back doorway is going to need a little bit of TLC. The back stairs are ready for some new landscaping, too, but I was already working on that with red sand and flagstone. I just didn't know how far out the stairs would reach, so I had to wait until they were done. Now I might have to wait until our tiny stretch of winter turns back into autumn-like weather!

23 March 2021

Bail Away

How much snow did we get? I bailed 30 gallons of water from the naughty window well on Thursday, and I bailed another 45 gallons on Friday. The water in the window well finally began receding Saturday, so I did not have to bail again. Thank heavens!

One of the cool things about bailing, even though it is not my favorite task, is the stairclimbs I have to do in order to dispose of the water. We bought a pump a while back so we wouldn't have to bail anymore, but my tomato plants were in the way, so I did it manually. I thought I could use the exercise.

I can carry only one gallon at a time these days, so I in essense climbed the stairs at the building where I work downtown to the 30th floor on Thursday, and I reached the 45th floor on Friday! Only three floors on Saturday, and I'm not complaining!!! Ha ha ha! I don't think I've climbed more than 14 flights (in the parking structure at the building where I work when I am downtown) in more than two years. A portion of the interest in the building was sold back in about 2018, I think, and current building management does not allow stairclimbing.

But, I'm not downtown anymore. I'm still working from home and expect to continue that a bit longer. So I did not have to drive at all during Xylia, our fourth biggest storm in history. (I think I'm going to have to name a snowflake after that storm!) I got to stay home and watch the snow accumulate.

I had shoveled our driveway (sometimes with the help of wonderful neighbors) four times before the snow quit, but I tried to keep a couple of areas pristine so I could measure when it was done. I measured 17 inches at our back door, but it's somewhat protected and covered. The wind was really ripping, and we had some three- and four-foot drifts. It was a wonderfully heavy, wet snow, so it began settling (and losing inches) very quickly, especially when the sun came out.

I decided the covered bird bath would provide the most accurate measurement, but I couldn't get to it for four days. I finally measured on Friday, and the bird bath is 21 inches tall. Good to know for future storms.

Some homeowners in the area reported 34 inches, which was the forecast. I didn't measure the water in the window well, but I guess I should have. It's kind of fun to explain how I came up with 75 gallons of snow...

22 October 2020

Stairway to Deaden

This gave me a GREAT idea for our ugly stairway.

Our house is a fixer upper. The carpeted basement stairway came with some less-desirable odors and stains. We pulled up and disposed of the carpet. We treated the stains and odors years ago. The stairway longs to be finished. (And my little neighbor always asks, every time she comes over, "When are you going to finish your stairway???") Too many other higher priority fixes waiting in the wind. Literally.

Including the flagstone stairway I recently built in the backyard as a very small part of a project to prevent the basement window well from flooding...

Now that part of the backyard is done, perhaps I can begin spending time on things that need to be fixed inside the house...

However, I still look for ideas every now and then, and I've found some really cute ones!

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The classic rainbow or a modified rainbow.

Just can't get enough of the rainbows!

Motion detection lights.

Simple instructions.

I've even wondered how difficult it would be to build each stair into an actual book cove, not just photos of books pasted onto the stairs.

Such a bookworm.

This would be me if I tried painting the stairs...

Not my bag of tea, but I know some kids who would love this.

Can't do this, but oh, how I love it!

Imagine this in crochet!

This could be inspirational, too!

With lavender bouquets drying on the rail!

10 May 2011

the Stairway to...

THE stairway
I entered the bottom of the stairwell the same time as the man who limps. Our paths have crossed many times, and he always greets me, always seems happy.

the stairway to La Plata PeakI've never seen him not limping. One foot seems to turn in a bit. Yet still, he walks.

Greetings were exchanged, and he began his slow ascent immediately. I stayed behind to stretch. And contemplate whether I could do this.

I run up two flights at the train stop nearly every morning in an attempt to elevate my heartbeat. Just two days earlier, in a long dress, the little voice inside my head had warned, "Pull up your skirt." First softly, then a little louder. But still I did not listen.

I'd been up those concrete stairs a million times, and nothing had ever gone wrong. At the top of the steps, the dress got tangled, and down I went. It hurt, but the worst part was being seen by about 200 people, many of whom asked if I was okay. I didn't even check to see if I'd ripped my dress until I boarded the train and was out of view of all those who had seen me go down.

The dress survived, thankfully. My knee didn't fare as well. It looked like raw hamburger, and it was swelling and turning blue. Ugh.

911 memorial stairclimbNow I was at the foot of 60 flights, wondering if I should torture that still healing knee. I'd deliberately walked a mile the morning I bashed it to keep it from getting stiff. But I stayed off my bike, and I'd avoided stairs. Until now.

I heard the man on the metal, vibrating and popping stairs stop one flight above. I continued to stretch, still mentally trying to talk myself out of climbing. The man began ascending again, one flight, and then stopped again.

I realized he was going to do more than one or two flights. He could just as easily take the elevator, but he chose to work whatever was causing his discomfort. I looked down at my knee one more time.

behind the stairsThe man above began slowly climbing again, the metal platforms audibly snapping as weight distribution changed.

Blueberry knee or not, if he could do it, so could I.

The man climbed only five or six flights. But he climbed. He did not take the easy way up.

I went all the way to the top. My knee throbbed, and it bothered me off and on the rest of the day. Actually, a couple more days passed before it finally stopped screaming at me every time I bent it.

My mantra this year is, "Go further than you think you can."

But sometimes, the mantra is overpowered by inspirational people like the man on the stairs. Those who keep trying with even more to work through than me.

the stairway that needs to be replaced

26 March 2010

Friday Funny

And here is the link in case you are not able to view the movie above.

08 January 2010

Fingerprint Friday

Metro firefighters climb our stairs each year on 9/11.That. Was. Hard.

A group of us girls like to climb the stairs in our building, 60 flights, during our lunch hour a few times a week. Since the economy took a turn for the worse, it has been increasingly harder for some of us to get away in order to do our social and fitness thing. I personally had not been on the stairs since early December, and when I did it then, it was equally challenging because I hadn't done it in about six weeks.

I was discouraged when I first started up today because I had to stop to breathe every 10 flights. I like to go all the way up non-stop, and there was no way I could accomplish that after so many weeks of not climbing. I'm always amazed at how fast I lose my wimpish athletic prowess when compared to how long it takes me to regain the stamina when I get the chance to try again.

I also had stressed most of the morning because one of my new year's resolutions was to get on the stairs at least once a week. I was just hours away from breaking my first resolution of the year, already, in the first eight days of the year. That attitude doesn't make climbing easier.

I finally realized, on about the 42nd floor, I had to lift my spirits in addition to my heavy body up those stairs.

There are many who can't do one flight, let alone 60. Sure, my 60 was going to take my entire lunch hour, but at least I can do it.

It took me a couple of years to regain the ability to complete long bike rides after mandatory back surgery in 2004. It isn't taking me two years to be able to climb the stairs again.

And finally, I was blessed with the opportunity to climb. Why spend those fleeting moments discouraged and depressed when they should be a celebration? I got a lunch hour! I got to climb the stairs!

This wasn't my first blessing today. I'd already experienced a bit of a miracle before sunrise. My husband dropped me off at the park and ride (which is yet another wonderful blessing in and of itself) because the roads were icy. I'd placed a bag of groceries in the back seat for the canned food drive at my work. I had been meaning to bring that bag in since before Christmas. But life was flying at such a hectic pace then, I kept forgetting.

And sure enough, I accidentally left the bag in the back of the car when my husband dropped me off. Today was the last day for the group contribution. I could always take it independently. But I wanted to be a part of the group. I wanted the group contribution to be as big as it could be.

So I took off running after my husband. On snow and ice. Me, the biggest klutz in the world. The one who can best stumble if there is anything to trip on or slide on. If they had an Olympic event for falling down, I surely would be the reigning champ of the last century, and I'd be notching my belt for this new century just ten years young.

My husband did not see me. He kept going. I didn't catch him until he stopped at a red light. But I DID catch him! And I didn't fall down! Even as I walked back to the train stop carrying the bag of groceries!

Maybe one of my new year's resolutions needs to be: Quit whining about what I can't do and start being thankful for what I can do. I sure get farther when I have that kind of attitude!


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Steven Curtis Chapman sings:

I can see the fingerprints of God
When I look at you
I can see the fingerprints of God
And I know its true
You're a masterpiece
That all creation quietly applauds
And you're covered with
The fingerprints of God


The Rusted Chain challenges bloggers each Friday to discover, recognize and see God's fingerprints and share them with the rest of the world. See instructions to join in here. Also check the other blogs linked there to see more great Fingerprints!Metro firefighters climb our stairs each year to commemorate and honor those who died on September 11, 2001.

06 November 2009

Friday Funny

You probably need to know I'm a stairclimbing enthusiast to understand why I find this so enjoyable.


Here is a link if, like me, you are unable to see embedded videos.

28 August 2009

Friday Funny

The summer Quilts at the Capitol exhibit ended last week. (Boohoo!) I volunteered to help take down the quilts. I had visions of having to climb a ladder while wearing white gloves, and trying to keep the gloves clean while I tried to figure out how to get down the ladder without dropping a quilt.

I’m SO afraid of ladders!

With our sue-happy society, powers-that-be weren't about to let any nimble-fingered quilters go up and down rickety metal ladders. They hired professionals with motorized cherry pickers to do the taking down. We quilters folded, bagged and ran the quilts.

You will not believe what they had me do! I did something no other quilter volunteered to do more than twice.

I took quilts to the basement, via the stairs, not the elevator, to be logged in. I descended and climbed four to six flights of stairs about 40 times. At least 200 flights of stairs in a day!

People who don't know me probably are wondering why the heck I would consider that funny.

I'd been feeling guilty all week because I hadn't had a chance to do the stairs at work. That's how I stay in shape to climb fourteeners. The building I work in has sixty flights of stairs, and I try to do them bottom to top at least once a week. Non-stop. Twice in a row if I have time. That's 120 flights.

So no feeling guilty for me! That was one devil of a workout. Some quilts are heavier than a backpack, too. But none I carried were heavier than my camera gear.

The funniest part of the entire experience happened when one of my dearest friends commented that she couldn't believe all 400 of us got our quilts back.

Well, of course we did. We had to show photo ID to prove we weren't stealing a quilt that didn't belong to us. What are you talking about?!?

"I'm surprised," she explained, "the governor didn't confiscate all the quilts for the homeless so all you quilters can buy more fabric and make new quilts."
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