The public has learned to expect DNA testing to answer all archaeological questions, but this is not always the case according to Stephanie Pappas, Senior Writer for LiveScience. One good example is the mummified head, long believed to be that of King Henry IV of France, the investigation of which has led experts on a merry chase.
The civic archive of the city of York, England has loaned the 15th century House Book of the city to the Yorkshire Museum until December 2013. The book will be on display for the first time in history. The manuscript details public opinion of King Richard III.
In addition, my Dad and I talked and it looks like he is moving the family Christmas to the weekend before. So here is what my last twelve days of the year will look like
Dec 21 - Pack nearly everything not needed for Christmas
Dec 22 - Ring Family Christmas in Galesburg - load car
Dec 23 - Take load to Quincy in car - work - unload - back to Macomb and load car again
Dec 24 - Take load to Quincy in car - work - unload - back to Macomb - Christmas Eve with Sean and Santa
Dec 25 - Christmas dinner with Sean and lizzie71986 and kennaree2 - pick up Cargo van from them in Peoria - load van in Macomb
Dec 26 - Take Cargo Van to Quincy - work Sean unloads Van - back to Macomb - load Cargo Van
Dec 27 - Take Cargo Van to Quincy - work Sean unloads Van - Sean goes to Chicago for post Christmas party
Dec 28th - Meet in Macomb with Cargo Van and anyone else that wants to help move the last of it.
Dec 29th - Clean in Macomb and Organize in Quincy layarte has volunteered to help with this
Dec 30th - Work and hopefully organize in Quincy as everything will be done in Macomb
Dec 31st - Work half day - final cleaning in Macomb - drop key to landlord - drive to Vargas in Chesterton, IN for Terrae Finis party.
Jan 1 - Pick up Sean from Chicago after party and drive to our only home in Quincy
Finally I decided to put up the little tree that debbie_t68 got me when I was at the cracker box. I knew where the tree was, but I can not find the stand for it. The only good part about that was I got three boxes packed looking for it.
So if anyone is bored and wants to help, particularly if any Quincy people could help Sean during the day on the 26th and 27th, that would be great. Let me know. I will likely post about this again next week with more details and more begging :)
- Current Location:Macomb
- Current Mood: good
- Current Music:Anon: Ave Maria - Jeremy Summerly: Oxford Camerata
Google (and friends) to the rescue!
Initially, the furnace was operating properly in my presence. I replaced the filter, and the batteries in the thermostat, and that kept the furnace operating properly for one night. But the next day I got a call that it was cycling again. snailstichr reminded me that we had a friend who worked for an HVAC company, and a few minutes of phone conversation, and a few more minutes with sandpaper on the flame sensor solved the issue. I saw the tenant this afternoon and he confirmed that the furnace had behaved properly throughout the very cold night.
The water heater, according to internet research, was suffering the loss of the "dip tube", the internal extension of the cold water inlet, which while galvanized pipe on the outside, is flimsy PVC on the inside. Furthermore, apparently the years of 1996-98 were the dark days of dip-tube technology, when instead of strong, sturdy schedule 40, the standard was more akin to reconstituted eggshells. Guess when my water heater was made.
A new dip-tube was acquired, from the plumbing supply store, which meant that it cost three times what the internet suggested. The water line feeding the heater was turned off, probably for the first time in 17 years, and I started working on removing the old dip tube stub, the galvanized pipe on the outside. It would not budge. I borrowed a big pipe wrench. No luck. I realized I needed a torch. This was, after all, a handyman project, which comes the Anglo-Saxon: excuse to buy tools. I worked the pipe to break the corrosion that started about the same time the blue dress was stained. No luck. I added a long pipe to the end of the pipe wrench as a cheater bar, extending my leverage. What was it that Archimedes said? "Give me a solid place to stand, and I will move the world."
Yeah, that solid place bit... The water heather was not attached to anything, so I could only use one arm on the wrench, while giving the water heater a bear hug with my other arm. Nothing. Luckily, my neighbor allowed himself to be wrangled into helping. I held the heater while he finally managed to unscrew the pipe. The dip tube was replaced and all seemed well, until we turned the water back on and found leaks in the supply line, no doubt due the stresses recently placed upon it after so many sedentary years. Yet another trip to the hardware store, another $50 in parts, and replacing my big burly neighbor with the petite snailstichr, I faced a pipe back behind the heater, with far too much wobble to attack directly with the wrench. I wedged snailstichr around the side of the heater, where she could get one hand on the pipe, I got my left hand across the top of the heater to grab it as well, and then went to work. It took about half an hour to loosen the pipe, and from there it was gravy. Three furlongs of teflon tape on the pipe threads of the various fittings, and it all was reassembled without leaks.
The last thing to do was turn the main water supply back on. Did I mention that I was required to put my arm almost to the shoulder into icy water, with a wrench, in the muddy darkness to accomplish that?
I earned my hot chocolate tonight.
I expect that had I called for professional help on these two issues, it would have cost about $300, unless I was told to get a new water heater, which would have doubled that amount. My time is worth that and more... My father and grandfather taught me a level of self reliance and an unwillingness to pay to replace something that could be repaired, particularly if I could do it myself. I think they would approve of the results I managed.
History buff and medieval re-enactor Michael St Omer of Hadlow, England is devastated by the recent theft of swords, archery gear and other equipment from his parents' garage. "I can replace the weapons but they were the first ones I ever had and they meant a lot to me," he said.