Category Archives: 2009 blog posts

Almost a blue moon

Almost a blue moon

Darkness, quiet… you can feel the end of the year like tide going out. Blue moon tomorrow, once in a blue moon. I feel shadowed and rather bleak, from parts of life that can’t be written on a blog. It’s interesting to create this public almost-diary, in a medium which feels totally personal (just me and my laptop here on the sofa in the quiet woods) and yet actually every word I write, about myself or anyone else, leaps absolutely out of my control the moment I click on “publish”. So, suffice it to say that the moon seems distant tonight.

But here’s something sweet:

We have a neighbor who has worked at post offices for 25 years. The last 9 or 10 of these years, she’s been postmaster here on the island, handing out our mail on the three days each week when the mail boat makes the trip. After tomorrow, she will be retired and free… she’s been counting the days for months now.

Our New Year’s Eve party will celebrate both the New Year and our friend’s new liberty. (Plus during her workday tomorrow some folks are planning some improvisational theatre surprises for her; I can only write this because I know she won’t read it.) The night-time party will (of course) be a potluck; maybe I’ll bring a loaf of the bread that’s in the oven right now, and a jar of the relatively successful marmalade I produced today.

I’m glad the nights are getting shorter now, even if only by a handful of seconds, and I’m glad of a celebration.

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Thermoelectric Generation: The Next Big Thing

off-grid laptop

for off-grid northerners, at least.

Bob was drafted by one of our local farmers to help her design a greenhouse with heated beds — using no electricity. He spent a whole evening bouncing ideas around with me (not that I have any expertise, mind you — it was sort of an exercise where he could think out loud). We imagined variations on thermo-siphons, where you heat water in pipes that go through a woodstove, and then the pipes would carry the heated water beneath the soil in the beds… But the problem is that this kind of system would require terraced beds, since hot water in a thermo-siphon has to travel upwards — and if you imagine trying to split the system between several beds, some closer to the heat source than others — it quickly takes on too many finicky variables to be practical. And we envisioned stoves (like “rocket stoves”) where the exhaust pipe would go under the beds, heating them with its gases. But again, multiple beds posed some difficulties.

“She needs a little electric water pump,” we kept saying. The elegance of multiple small water pipes was hard to beat, but the water would need to be propelled by a power source.

“But what about the hot stove that she’ll have right there? Isn’t there some way to generate electricity from all that heat?”

We both looked at the little fan we have on top of our own woodstove, a pricey little gadget that seems more toy than tool. It doesn’t move much air, honestly (if you put your hand right in front of it you can’t even feel any breeze) … but there is some technology there which turns heat into electricity. We dove into the computer to research how heat can be turned into electricity — and suddenly our whole vision for our own home electrical system was transformed.

It turns out that you can now buy thermo-electric generator modules which you can attach to the outside of your woodstove, and hook up to a reservoir of cool water. The temperature difference between the hot stove and the cool water generates electricity… at less than the cost of an equivalent solar panel! The cold side of the thermocouple would be supplied by a reservoir of cold water, kept outside and piped in. It will be the way out of our wintertime propane dependence, during these dark days when no amount of solar panels can produce any power to speak of! Our woodstove is hot probably 20 hours a day right now; if we could be generating power during all those hours? It would be amazing.

So, when we come back from Nicaragua in February, my project will be bees and Bob’s will be to set us up with a thermoelectric generating system. If it works as promised, I think almost everyone who lives off-grid in these cloudy northern regions would be as excited as we are. Check out the Tegpower website — it’s truly a revolutionary technology.

Plus a tiny one would power our neighbor’s hot water through pipes for her greenhouse beds.

Oh, and yes… our truck is once again running. I live with an Engine Whisperer… it took him 10 minutes to charm it out of its dark oily little sulk.

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Not working

broken ice

ice

“It can’t be out of gas,” Bob told me, as he loaded a full gas container into the bike basket. I had just hiked back up the mountain road to home, after the truck ditched me down below while I was en route to Margaret’s house. Bob offered a couple further words about how I should stay away from mechanical things because I have some kind of force-field that makes them not work, and then he headed out on the bike.

Now I feel like I’m coming down with a virus, and my body isn’t working in top form either. So I’m here on the sofa with my notebook of lists beside me. Even if I can’t do the things right now, it makes me feel better to have them written down.

One of these things will be to make marmalade again, following Delia’s recipe. This time I have Seville oranges, bright round morsels of treasure that Bob brought back from Seattle before Christmas, so I’ll follow the recipe faithfully and won’t branch out into any pectin-sugar chemistry experiments on my own. I’ve gotten as far as poaching the oranges and lemons, and cooling them, but now I have to borrow or buy sugar — I don’t keep enough in the house, it turns out, since marmalade requires heaps and heaps of it.

Walking back up the road from where the truck abandoned me, I noticed the intense stillness in the woods. This is the kind of winter day where the sky is a solid blanket of grey, and it feels like there’s not one molecule moving in any direction. The air is as damp as the ground, everything paused, waiting for something to change. The broken ice in the photo has been in our front yard for days now. It was from rain that froze last week on the canvas folds of the big (yes, also broken) Costco tent that Bob spread out on the grass. The tent had been covering lumber, but got picked up by wind in November and thrown into the woods with all six of its feet in the air.

Bob just came back in the door and told me the truck has no spark, so he’s gathering tools together and biking back down there to try to resuscitate the thing. Typical wintertime; one starts to imagine the cold stillness flowing out from under the trees and quelling all sparks from wherever they still burn: generator, truck, body.

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Christmas is over… now it’s bees and Nicaragua!

frost on the cabbage

frost on the cabbage

Lazy post-Christmas dawdling around. Kahlua and cream and pumpkin pie and turkey sandwiches and way too much chocolate. We actually did a couple of useful things today, but not too many. Mine were mostly the kind I could do while sitting by the fire, like making a 2010 calendar with colored pencils, and labeling spice jars.

We do have things which need doing. The generator start-switch quit working a few days ago, and suddenly Bob is regretting the fantastic deal he went for last year on a no-name Chinese generator. He spent time online today, looking for a replacement for the little gear wheel which broke, but so far has had no luck. The generator still starts with a pull-cord, but I don’t have a lot of faith that I can do it reliably. I managed once while Bob was gone and I really really needed to recharge the batteries, but it takes brute strength mixed with a certain zen confidence. Or desperation. We also would like to keep things easy-ish for our house-sitter, Barry, who’ll be staying here starting in two weeks.

And, we leave for Nicaragua in two weeks. We’re putting a house-binder together for Barry, to show him our systems. He’s a longtime islander with tons of technical skills, so it’s not as if we’re turning the house over to someone unfamiliar with this lifestyle. But each house out here has its quirks, and the peculiarities require explaining. Plus there are the cat and chicken rituals which need spelling out. I wrote up the cat page of the binder today, remembering to warn about our half-feral slasher kitty, who will draw blood if you pet him the wrong way.

And I need to research bees, because I’m going to begin keeping them in spring and I know virtually nothing about them yet. I think I may have to order some before we leave, and I have to learn which type, and in what form. I will probably make a new bee page for this blog, and chronicle the beekeeping adventure right from the get-go.

Today I’m just reading a long essay written by someone who keeps bees, and lazily reveling in the abstraction of these fascinating insects — rather than the stuff I actually need to learn. Bob is busy designing a spice-shelf he’s going to build us, which is way more fun than the various chores he’s got stacked up to do, for us as well as for a few neighbors. We had such a deliciously slow-moving Christmas, with friends and feasting, that we’re still halfway lost in a dream-like haze. We just spent all evening learning to play backgammon; it feels like this weekend will last forever.

Time to feed the fire, eat more pie, and finish reading my new bee book. Ah, winter. I’m excited about our trip, but happy for a few more slow days right now.

frosty blackberry leaves

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Why “Simple Living” is not so simple

feral truck

feral truck

REASON NUMBER 1:

Because there’s nothing you can do when you discover that your checking account is overdrawn, if the mailboat has already left.

(It wasn’t exactly our fault; a neighbor to whom we wrote a check weeks ago, who told us they weren’t going to cash it because Bob paid the debt through barter, just cashed the old check.) We can electronically shuffle money around between accounts, but that takes 3 or 4 days. It’s not like we can just go to the bank. Urg.

All I can do is chalk it up to what Bob and I call the Stupidity Tax. That includes carelessness, preventable accidents, things we should have known better than to do… It tends to take steady little bites out of our resources.

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