Ben and I both loved this staircase (as it appears in a mag called The World of Interiors July 2009) as soon as we saw it.
But after the initial rush of thinking we would do this to our stairs, we have paused. While I am not necessarily a fan of wood just for wood's sake, I do wonder if painting over perfectly good stairs is insanity. This is what they look like now (with Mingus making a guest appearance en route to bed tonight):
So they need work regardless. They will have to be sanded and revarnished and they are currently a very different color than our floors. How do we decide? If we paint now have we screwed ourselves for possibly going back to a natural finish in the future? What do we do with the three steps after the landing at the top? So many questions. So much lack of action.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Tonight was the last of 5 in our mountain bike club's twoonie race series. I had participated in 2 of the 4 races and decided that making it 3 for 3 at the Chadburn Lake course would be good for me. I can't say I was in the mood (honestly, our weather has been so wet and cold that it is a downer on wanting to be outside) but I had a goal in mind. These races alternated between two courses so I had concrete evidence of how long it took me on May 8th (1:09) and June 5 (1:03) on this particular course. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep up with my bike-wife (seen below moments before her victory) but I thought I could try for a sub-1 hour race since I was well-rested if not enthusiastic.
I chose to ride with (right behind, actually) Kirsten who finished with an almost identical time to mine on June 5th. This was a brilliant idea. Following someone just seems so much easier. You don't have to push the pace (as long as you can keep up) and yet it kept me focused. But early in lap 2 my front tire flatted. It wasn't dramatic or anything, more like a slow leak that got more pronounced as I went up and over some roots on a slight uphill. I rode with another friend, Sky, for a few minutes but then I got off my bike to take a look. Playing around with the tire didn't improve things (in fact, I seemed to make it worse by yanking on the valve) so I decided to walk back to the race start line. At the time I didn't really care that much about not finishing. After all, I was not super in the mood to race to start with. But as the evening wore on and Kirsten finished very close to the 1 hour mark I realized I was kinda disappointed. But that's it for the 2012 Twoonie Race series. That sub-1 hour race will have to wait until next year.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Henry Rollins came to the Yukon Arts Centre. We went and listened to his 2+ hour monologue - super interesting/appealing dude. The Association of Canadian Archivists held their annual conference here in Whitehorse which was very cool but resulted in very looooong days for me. It's a time for angry archivists in Canada as there have been significant grant funding cuts and some really funky things going on at our national archives. I say funky to just be sort of nice. Really, I am worried about the leadership and vision of that institution. At a keynote address we were told that the national archives agrees with making digitization choices in line with government priorities/philospohies and that our profession isn't open to change. This whole issue probably deserves an entire post but I haven't the time and I don't feel like getting pissed off. I rode bikes a lot in June with my friend Steph from Ontario. We even rode around the Wildlife Preserve and played with animal antlers. The annual Kluane-Chilkat International Bike Relay from Haines Junction, YT to Haines, AK was a cold and miserable affair. I rode legs 5 & 6 which were new for me and, aside from the rain, wind, cold and fog, I enjoyed myself. The weather has been total crap so far this summer but occasional days have been punctuated with pretty lupins and, finally today, an iris in my yard. We finally went on a short canoe trip down the Yukon River and when it wasn't raining the scenery was actually pretty crazy beautiful. I do love summer in the Yukon I just wish there was more of it to be had this year. This is what my "Let's Get Physical" costume looked light at this year's 24 Hours of Light mountain bike festival. The thong was Steph's idea and it did end up being pretty funny. I've made two trips to Carcross already this summer and rode up the mountain both times. Maybe someday it won't seem so long and endless. I love love love the new town sign. The caribou even has a penis and testicles made out of plumbing parts. Totally neat. Ben's parents were here and since it was rainy outside my father-in-law pulled the carpet off our stairs for us. Awesome. Am considering painting them party colours - I will share the photo in another post - but I am also nervous about painting over the wood. I already mentioned that our irises bloomed today - and that sums up June in a long run on paragraph. What can I say? I've been busy. Manic season.