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This year just about everything died, or almost, beginning with one tree & the plants, because the pond pump died, because the computer died so I couldn't keep an eye on the pond. We did bring the Eucalyptus, the Agave and the Rosemary back from the brink just in time. Oddly, or maybe not, the Olive tree was totally unaffected, like maybe it knew that its ancestors going back thousands of years had figured out how to make do.
What died:
16 solar batteries,
the refrigerator,
the water heater,
our old car,
the rear right window trim in our new car which our new dog ate,
my old camera,
my new camera,
the webcam that watches our deck and home,
the UPS that the computer is plugged into,
our home-away-from-homes The Hotel Laguna closed down for long term renovations,
and my new boat sunk.
We arrived on November 5. On the 10th the dash information on our 2007 Prius disappeared. We drove down the hill to the Toyota place east of Palm Springs. The service guy said it will cost over $1000 to replace the dash and they will have to order it so come back in a week. Remembering the tiny $500 battery that had been replaced every couple of years, and the various plastic body parts that had popped loose and been jerry-rigged back into place over the years, and etc., we decided to take a look at a new one.
We drove out of there in a brand new 2017 Prius that I came to love immensely. I discovered that if I got in line behind another vehicle travelling at 70 MPH or whatever, I could take my foot off the pedal, sit back and relax. Our new car would gradually back off to a safe distance and then continue to follow the vehicle in front indefinitely, going his speed. If he hit the brakes to stop at a light, my car would hit the brakes and stop, with me doing nothing but enjoying the view. When he pulled out, my car did likewise. I loved this. When passing by an accident where somebody obviously did not have this feature, I could rubber-neck to my heart's content, as my car took care of the driving. In less then five years, it will be mine.
About 2 1/2 months later on a Saturday evening we found a card in our post office box indicating that we had received a registered letter from somebody in San Bernardino. Oh God! That could only be from one place. It would be a notice from the County indicating that our home would be taken away at our expense if we didn't get a permit to build something legal. We thought that the problem had been settled a couple of years ago, but you never really know.
We fretted over this for the rest of the entire long weekend. Early Monday morning I was back at the post office to sign for and pick up the letter - ready or whatever to go back into that quiet endless battle.
It was a registered letter from Toyota asking if I had the title to the old 2007 Prius. Yes, the Massachusetts title was back east in my file cabinet but I could send them a copy from my computer.
On the phone she said "Oh never mind, I'll take care of it".
Cooper:
Our dog Molly had died over a year ago so we decided to go ahead and find a new companion. Back on Cape Cod we had visited three pounds where we saw only two dogs still available. We applied to be considered for one dog possibly of interest but were rejected because, I think, they didn't want the dog travelling by air. That was just as well since I had not personally felt any real connection with that very nice and very good but hairy dog. Eileen kind of liked him.
We had something of an agreement here. Eileen had picked out Molly and secretly brought her home when we had agreed not to do that. But I had essentially picked out our previous dog Mo, or he me. This time we agreed that I would have the final say and there would be no more surprises. However with only two dogs in the offing so far, that anticipated connection might just be a pipe dream anyhow.
In California we also visited three pounds in the neighborhood and they were wonderfully (though also sadly) loaded. We looked at them all and casually considered a few dogs. In Twentynine Palms there were 30 something dogs in kennels side by side in a very big and very loud building. Most were extremely active and barking endlessly. We did not want a barker. Some were totally disinterested.
One made and held a quiet eye contact, without getting up, where you could tell that there was some intelligence behind those eyes. They said he had been there about a month and that he was an escape artist. He had leaped high fences with ease. He was powerful. They estimated that he was about two years old. His name was Fitz. He had been found roaming the high desert. He even had an implant. They called the registered owners a few times but got no response.
We went home, thought about it, took a nap, talked about it, and went back.
On November 7, two days after our arrival, we paid the Animal Control Center Of Twentynine Palms $98 and took him home. Eileen named him Cooper and I liked that. We also came to realize that he was closer to one year old. Eileen could pick him up then, but not now.
In mid December we were briefly away in Laguna Beach. While we were in the hotel taking a nap, he was escaping from the car. I had left him in his roomy cage with the cage gate shut and the car windows wide open. When we came out he was gone. He had gotten the cage door open and went out the window. I must not have latched it properly.
I went across the street into a Ralph's Supermarket parking lot as Eileen went up the main cross street towards town asking if anybody had seen a black dog. Nobody knew anything. An attendant and I began to circle opposite sides of the big lot looking into car windows when he yelled "Is that him over there?". Cooper was happily prancing down the street with a young couple in tow. They had found this lost dog roaming the parking lot and had taken him home. Then they thought about it and brought him back.
When we went to dinner, we left him in his cage in the back seat with the cage gate open and the adjacent window down about an inch. That was enough for him to grab the $400 rubber trim and rip it out. This was our brand new 2017 Prius. But he did not escape. I was calm; I understood. I had escaped relationships and even a hospital where I was feeling trapped.
Unfortunately I forgot to take a picture of this horrible sight. I think I was just too upset and disbelieving that this could even be happening.
Our new car is certainly getting broken in fast.
Back home we keep him out on the deck in the daytime on what had been Molly's nylon line. When a rabbit went by in the wash below that deck, Cooper went after it. The line snapped with ease. He did not catch the rabbit. He did return when we yelled for him. I replaced that line with a steel cable designed for the purpose.
When Eileen flew east in late February, she took Cooper in his cage with her but in the cargo section below just like she had done with Molly in previous years, though this time against my recommendations. I strongly suggested that I could bring him back with me in May. I had already lost the argument that she should remain with me until late March.
So Coop did help keep her warm by the kitchen wood stove during a frozen multi-day power outage. That was mid-March. I did call the Sandwich police and one thoughtful cop did drive over there, wade through the snow, knock on the door and confirm that she was alive and well.
In the mean time she took Cooper for frequent walks, which gradually began to tear her body apart as he would go after anything that moved and she made the mistake of holding onto the haltered leash, some of which also broke.
Eventually she got Krys, the son of our cottage tenant with a football player's physique, to walk him twice a day for $5 a day.
When I returned I got the below grade wire working, put the buzz>vibrate>shock collar on him, and he learned quickly to stay within that boundary. The 750 foot wire that I had installed long ago for Molly gives him the full back yard and the woods to run in.
He does protect us. A train goes by our eastern boundary three or more times a day. He runs ferociously along our side of the fence and chases it away. It works every time.
He has become best friends with many of the people that visit Eileen's shop in our barn on weekends. The sub-grade wire is placed such that he can lay inside the open shed door and greet everybody without getting shocked. (That is a low level harmless static-like shock.) Though he is powerful and fast and a bit tough looking, he is not guard dog. I am sure that if anybody wanted to break into the place, he would push the door open for them and show them around.
Okay, back to talk about our Joshua Tree home:
Moving Books:
For over a decade, a collection of books has been growing in number up on the long white wire shelf above our bed. I never ever dispose of a book that I have read and enjoyed; I keep it. They also have been accumulating a layer of dust and even a few spider webs. I have been repeatedly asked to take them away.
Eileen does not keep her books because they all belong to the library. I don't know how she remembers which ones she has read.
I keep a list in my wallet of those written by my favorite authors:
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AR:Alister Macleen CC:Clive Cussler CH:Carl Hiaasen DF:Dick Francis GM:Gregary McDonald JB:Jimmy Buffett JD:Jeffery Deaver JDM:John D MacDonald
JM:James Michener LC:Lee Child LL:Louis LaMour SG:Sue Grafton SW:Stuart Woods TH:Tony Hillerman TJP:T Jefferson Parker
Below each initial I have a list of all books by that author that I have purchased, abbreviations
only. I have discovered that no author seems to use the same abbreviation twice.
Occasionally I might buy another author, but I am almost always disappointed with the story.
This is a small computer printout. I write in the abbreviations of newly bought books. Once or
twice a year I update the list on the computer, print it out and then cut it too fit in my wallet.
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I buy all of my books at thrift shops, paperback only. I don't have room for hardbacks. Many of these books have of course been read by sick people as they lay in bed coughing or whatever on the book so when I bring home a batch I lay them out on a towel on the deck table, wipe each off gently with a moist sponge kept for that purpose, spray all sides lightly with disinfectant, then wipe them off again with the moist sponge.
More than 250 books have now been gently removed from the shelf, vacuumed off and placed spine up into large flat vegetable cartons openly stolen from the supermarket recycling basket. These were then stacked in the shed. One day I will build some shelves out there. Or one day perhaps we might add an addition to include a wall sized bookcase.
Mystery Break:
Speaking of the deck table. It is a home made round stained glass table on inward curving iron legs. The wood base that the glass sits on is old swollen fiberboard. I am going to replace that with a solid varnished disc of plywood or such. Up until December 16, that's all that was wrong with it.
On December 17, a shattered hole was discovered in one pane. There was nothing laying around nearby like a loose rock that could have done this.
It had clearly fallen from the sky. Until now it had remained a puzzle.
Now, studying the pictures that were taken about that time. One taken the day before that break shows a big steel open-end wrench around a nut at the end of the steel channel that one corner of the canopy sail had been attached to. It may have been left there to allow for furthur adjustment. A few days after the break we see a sharp bend in the steel channel. When did that bend begin to bend? At some point the wrench could have flipped off and fallen to the table. Or the steel triangular ring at that corner of the canopy could have dropped towards the table.
Mattress Upgrade:
Eileen has never really liked our perfectly good pillow-top mattress that I bought seven years ago at the Angel View Thrift store in Yucca Valley after I removed an unneeded wheel-well cover from the bedroom floor making room for a full sized bed. It was a rebuilt and recovered mattress, so basically new.
I replaced it with a Leesa Universal Adaptive Feel mattress bought online for $845 from the manufacturer. It was getting excellent independent reviews. It arrived after Eileen left for the summer in February (Uh-huh). That included a free $75 pillow "that always feels perfect" which is still sealed and waiting for Eileen.
I left the compressed mattress in the box for a couple of months and opened it about two days before I departed mid May. After removing the plastic wrap, it kind of burst out and unrolled itself and then expanded to full size. So I got to sleep on it for a couple of naps and nights and it was indeed comfortable, maybe a little better then the old one. I won't really know if it is better until Eileen tries it.
I tied the old mattress to the top of the car and returned it to where I had bought it leaning it up against the back wall outside as I had been instructed to do. Someday it will be recovered and go to another happy customer. One less mattress to clutter the dump.
Camera Upgrade And Repair:
My almost five year old Canon PowerShot SX260 HS 12.1 MP Digital Camera kind of just lost its magic. There was some kind of a light smudge or mist or something inside the lens that would show up vaguely on all pictures. Each photo I made use of on web pages or such required some serious work in Photoshop. Since it perpetually lived in my back pocket or in a front pocket of my bag, this could be expected.
In December when the flash stopped working, I bought a new one on Amazon, an Olympus "Tough" TG-5 Waterproof Camera, getting excellent reviews. It gets real nice shots, clearly the best I have ever taken, requiring very little enhancement in Photoshop.
In April it broke. I had just taken a long distance shot of my property from about a half mile away, requiring adjustment of the zoom ring that surrounds the shutter button. Took my pictures and stuck it back in my pocket.
The next time I pulled it out of that pocket, the zoom ring fell off. It took a lot of pictures of my face as I struggled to push it back into place. I finally gave up and shipped it to Olympus, reverting to my Canon.
Sixteen days later it was returned intact and working. No charge. It has not broken since and I have not changed my habits.
On all of my more recent cameras I have used Downloader Pro by Breeze Systems to transfer and rename photos from the camera to my computer and loved it. It would remember the previous renaming number and automatically increment from there, deleting those on the camera in the process. It currently does not work right with my Olympus TG-5. It makes duplicates but gives each a different Numbered name. This means I have to keep the duplicates forever so that I won't end up wondering 50 years from now what the missing (deleted) numbers were.
Of course, the downloaded Olympus software does transfer and rename the photos correctly but it does not remember the previous incremented number. Also it does not delete the pics in the camera so I have to come back in again (unplug the USB cable and plug it back in) to run a different process to find the previously copied photos on Drive (G:) and delete them.
Speaking of cameras, our Logitech Alert 750e webcam had stopped sending pictures during the summer. After returning, I climbed up to the roof with my small phillips screwdriver and tweezers and opened it up, removed the cable and the micro SD card and plugged them back in, just to break any oxidation on the metal that might interfere with the electronics.
That did not help so the problem is probably the power supply that it is plugged into down below. You can't take that apart. A new one on Amazon is $170. I did not want to pay that.
The alternative was to buy two other devices that would accomplish the same thing, a generic Logitech HD Powerline 200 Adapter for $26 and a TP-LINK TL-PoE150S PoE Injector Adapter for $19. They arrived. I plugged them in. That 750e has been working just fine ever since.
However, I tried the same thing when the east coast 750e stopped working after we returned and it didn't help. So I bought another webcam, a Lorex LNZ32P4-C pan-tilt-zoom cam, cheaper and yet better then the Logitech Alert. That's another story.
I might add that since day one I have paid Logitech $85 a year so that I could view my opposite coast Logitech cams in my browser, but all you can do is view them. Last year I unsubscribed.
I decided I could go in through a remote-access app like RemotePC (I used to use TeamViewer) to that distant computer and look through those three cams and manipulate a fourth Axis cam which I can point anywhere and zoom into anything, like a lily pad on the pond.
But then about two weeks ago that computer stopped working again and I don't want to pay my computer guy another $60 to go start it up again, especially since everything else appears to be working, and because I will be there in about a month.
Well, the Logitech service still works in my browser, which is very nice of somebody there, and I can still watch the road, watch the temperature clock above the solar batteries and watch the deck and our home, just not the pond. But then I believe that our wonderful neighbors are doing that anyhow and they do let me know if something doesn't seem right.
Olive Cuttings:
Our Olive Tree did meet his match. Something pruned the hell out of it. First I found a branch with berries floating in our pond.
Then I took a close look at the tree and discovered that a whole heck of a lot of branches had been cut off. They had made a nice clean 45 degree cut somewhere out on the branch, not at the trunk. Somebody was pruning it and taking away the berry filled cuttings.
Was a neighbor doing this? Is there some kind of potion or perfume or candle or whatever that could made with Olive leaves and berries? I asked Gabe and Caroline about it and they had no clue. Bill didn't know. I was totally puzzled.
I zoomed the big Axis webcam into the tree on April 13. I kept a view of the tree in the corner of my screen while I went on to work on other things like taxes. On the 15th it caught some birds digging furiously around the base of the tree, but doing no harm.
On the 24th I noticed some movement in the corner of my eye and looked up.
There in broad daylight at 6:24 PM was a small grey-brown creature with a fluffy tail climbing through my tree. A squirrel! Damn! It is actually more like a rat with a pretty tail. I snapped a few shots with the Axis cam.
My shoes were off. I grabbed one of them and ran out there and threw it at him/her/it yelling ferociously as I did so.
He or she never returned, as far as I can tell, and I did keep my eye out and the camera in place for awhile.
I went to Home Depot and bought a sheet of steel thinking I could make a cone around the bottom like my Dad had done under his bird feeder for the same reason long ago.
As I began to prune the bottom branches away from the trunk I came to realize that I could not get it high enough. He would leap right over the shield with ease. Then standing back I began to realize that the tree was actually beginning to look kind of nice. It almost looked professionally pruned. In fact he or she had not really done any permanent damage. I put away the steel and forgot about it.
Later in the month the whole tree flowered profusely.
The Fridge:
Here's a note I emailed to Eileen on April 4:
"Yes. Since it was warmer inside, I moved the old Crosley freezer out onto the deck into the shade and plugged it in without the original Johnson Control thermostat, just in case the thermostat was somehow the problem. The freezer did seem to keep everything kind of coolish maybe including the frozen dinners and the milk and the beer.
Home Depot had a similar chest freezer on display for $475 plus minimum $50 shipping which could take a up to a week, maybe two.
I stopped at Stater Bros to get the chips and the paperback-book-vegetable-boxes that I forgot the night before. That is when I was talking to you on the phone as your world was falling apart. Glad to learn the next morning that Cooper was taking good care of you.
I went to the Wholesale Appliance Store at the other end of Yucca near the coffee shop we ate breakfast in a few months ago. It was recommended by Crosley.com. It wasn't there; it was now a yoga shop and the pretty girl offered to sell me some yoga, but I declined.
Heading back I saw Chet's Appliance so I pulled over. Who knows? It looks like a tiny store where they probably only arrange repairs, but I could see the backs of a few big white machines in the windows so I went inside. I was still kind of pissed at the memory of at their rude and disinterested tech that had charged me $60 four or so years ago to tell me that there was nothing wrong with our original twin-tub washer that had begun to misbehave after the freeze-up of January 14, 2013.
Inside the place is big; two rooms full of brand new washing machines and upright refrigerators. Could not see any chest freezers. A woman came in from a back office and said hello. I told her what I was looking for so she took me through the back into another building where a couple guys were repairing things. I did not see the jerk and these guys were great.
They uncovered a used chest freezer, so my hopes went up but then I realized that it was longer then our home is wide, way bigger then our doorway, and would probably eat up all of our solar power. I mentioned this and the woman said wait a minute, come with me. So we went back through a room that we had passed through before and she showed me a small white box covered in plastic wrap with a price tag of $376. She said a woman had ordered this but never came back for it. Compared to everything else nearby, it was small, but I was running out of options. She uncovered it and handed me a measuring tape.
It was a brand new Crosley almost identical to ours. Measuring, I realized that it is actually a little bit bigger, maybe 2 inches each way back and sideways. The interior was aluminum, not the previous white that shows rust, and it had one wire basket. I said I would need to go home and measure and think about it. She handed me her card on which she wrote $441, which would include tax and delivery and take-away.
At home I checked the old one and it was still kind of maybe coolish. I measured inside our kitchen area and determined that with a little nudging, it could fit. Forgot to measure the doorway. I called Valery and bought the thing, to be delivered that afternoon. I sat back, had a couple of coolish beers and took my nap. Woke up a little early because I had things on my mind.
I drank the coffee that I had not finished that morning. I thoroughly vacuumed up all of the bread wrap clips and dry dog food kernels, but not a lot of dust that had been behind and under the fridge. I moved the car to the top of the hillside driveway - the first time that any vehicle had ever made it all the way up that stretch; couldn't believe it. I reinstalled that ramp that I had made for wheeling in the solar batteries. Got another coffee, sat back, checked my phone and discovered that the delivery guy had called while I was vacuuming. I called and told a girl that I am really here.
An hour later, he drove up from the wrong direction in spite of the very specific directions that I had given Valery. I was glad to see that it was not the jerk; this was an older very big football player type with long hair in a pony tail. In fact, he was a hell of a nice guy. He pointed at the 90 foot stairway up the hillside and said "Did you do that?". I said Yes and he grabbed my hand and shook it like he was meeting a celebrity or something. I decided I liked him.
An hour or so later we had a working freezer in our home. As it turned out, it would not fit through the doorway, but after removing the three hinges, 12 bolts and the lid, it literally squeezed through the opening. I helped him load the old one and he drove off, in the right direction.
Before long I realized that even on its lowest setting everything was beginning to really freeze up. So I plugged it into the old Johnson Control, set that at 40 degrees, and the temperature has been perfect ever since. There is no power LED on the front of this one and it makes absolutely no sound so there is no way to tell that it is running, except that everything is still cold every time I check."
Not For Sale:
Over the years I have gotten many letters from real estate investors offering fast and no hassle cash of pennies on the dollar for my property. To me they are simply offensive, an insult considering all that we have put into the place, of love and labor and money.
On May 1, Eileen got a call, because our home phone is listed with the county as a contact number, from a local realtor Robyn Rojas Willard with the Southwest Real Estate Group in Yucca Valley. She said that a new neighbor of ours wanted to buy the place. The neighbor was Chris Hanley and wife Roberta. He is a movie producer that I had never heard of but I do not exactly follow celebrity news. They had bought the 90 acre place a few years ago and were putting a "house" on it.
Eileen said that I was there now in our home and would probably not want to sell.
In a follow-up email Robyn said "... The Hanley's property adjoins your property on the East side... Please let me know if you and your husband are interested in selling. I will talk to the Hanley's about a price.".
To Eileen I said, "Wait a minute. If they offer me something like three million dollars, enough to get a place up from the beach in or near Laguna and something left over for us to live on, I might want to consider it."
I immediately got into my car and drove around to the other side of our hill. Their presumably getaway house, under construction, is very impressive. It is all steel, glass and concrete about 250 feet long and about maybe 25 feet wide and maybe 15 high. It appears to include what will be a wade-in swimming pool. That or maybe a pit for working under a car.
From the air (Google Maps) it looks like a long narrow metallic roof on stilts. The roof is comprised of what appears to be a series of nine pyramids, which could be some sort of solar array. The stilts would be steel columns with glass between them. I don't believe that roof was there when I looked at it nearly six months ago.
We have not heard back from the realtor.
My Way:
I have often wondered what to do about my road, or my portion of it. I own the whole road all the way across, from my SW corner on the other side and north until the road turns west and changes its name. I'm not sure exactly how my rights work but if some of my distant neighbors are correct, I could probably gate it on both ends and charge a toll for everybody that wants to pass, as some of our ancestors had done in New England and beyond. I won't do that, even if I could; my neighbors might like to travel unimpeded to their properties.
However I did put up a sign in 2009 inside the opposite corner where the road turns saying "No Trucks", just slightly in from my border line. That was mainly to stop trucks from proceeding through terrain that might remove their undercarriage, but also to stop them from messing up our environment when they try to turn around. Now to proceed they do have to negotiate their vehicle around a stack of rocks, making the corner a little too tight for a truck. I did put a loose PVC shield around the steel post to keep those vehicles from getting scratched.
Then I began to notice that when vehicles approach the sign they would often stop and turn around. Apparently they were seeing "No Trespassing". Cool. But maybe in a way I was also saying "This is mine. Proceed with thoughtfulness".
Now, in addition, when new UPS or FedEx people try to find me, they often can't. There is no street sign at my end of the road and when they do find it on their GPS, they cannot find the street number that the county sold me more then a decade ago.
So I put up a street sign on the outside of the corner, again just slightly in from my line. I had that nice metal green sign made online - twice. The first one turned out to be too small. I then attached my numbers to a small wooden plaque and attached that about half way down the street sign post.
Now when vehicles reach that invisible line between the two posts, it looks to them like they are entering my property, which they are. Then they can turn right and proceed up the road. It kind of looks and feels like they are going through a gate, without the gate. I like that.
About The TOC:
There are six other dedicated stories with pictures available for you to read and enjoy on our main Joshua Tree 2017 page:
- A Cooling Enclosure
- Shade For The Solar Battery Room
- Batteries Come And Go
- Replacing A Dead Pump & Adding A Backup
- The Milk Cooler
- Tankless To Tank
- A gallery of photos that I found interesting
Above I talked about things that happened in November and December and February and March and April and May, but some aspect of just about everything in this list was happening at the same time.
1. I began assembling the Cooling Enclosure in January. It was pretty much completed in March. It worked as planned. However I am considering adding another AC on the opposite side to improve the circulation of cold air and so that one will continue doing the job if the other somehow quits. I have figured out the hard way that every automatic device or system requires an independent backup.
2. Work on the shade sail canopy actually began in November and was completed early April. That was a job that required a lot of rethinking, disassembling and reassembling and experimentations that didn't quite hold when a powerful sudden wind gust would blow through.
I also was just not thinking too clearly. The steel assembly I began with was way too weak. I should have figured that out in the beginning. For some reason it never dawned on me that turnbuckles might actually turn on their own, since they did come with the canopy. I ended up replacing them with very solid bolted on hooks, and just to make sure those corners remained in place I added an independent cable to hold it if the bolt somehow broke loose, even though I know damn well that it won't.
3. The batteries require constant attention. They are the reason the above two jobs were done.
4. The pond water pumps are what I was thinking about when I said that every automatic device requires an independent backup.
5. The milk cooler? Look it up. I didn't even know it was a milk cooler until I Googled it, though I am sure that any of our farm bred grandparents could have told us all about it. That was just a lark. It had been out of sight and out of mind for decades, but when I saw my name on it and began to remember what it had met to me way back in the very beginning of all this creation, I had to bring it home. That job took up the middle two weeks of March.
6. That tankless water heater seemed like a great idea in the beginning and again when I bought a better one, primarily to minimize the draw on the solar system. Well I finally figured out that a good battery system can handle just about anything. Even a not-so-good system can handle the minimal load of a well-insulated and efficient electric water heater.
So I removed the flaky pain-in-the-ass tankless thing and went and got a real one at Home Depot that gives you a good hot shower every time and gradually lets you know when it is about to cool down.
Regarding the power pull on the batteries, we just give the waterheater an hour to reheat before we start using the antique Shop-Vac, or whatever. And we shower early enough in the afternoon so that the sun has time to recharge the batteries. The microwave will want to cook dinner after it gets dark.
10/9/18 10 AM PDT:
On one of the cameras that happen to be working right now, I just saw a Bobcat run across our driveway. That is a good thing; it has been years since have seen the family that lived nearby in the rocks drinking from our pond.
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