{"id":1542,"date":"2009-12-03T20:18:00","date_gmt":"2009-12-03T19:18:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chaosnode.net\/blog\/?p=1542"},"modified":"2009-12-04T14:59:55","modified_gmt":"2009-12-04T13:59:55","slug":"for-want-of-a-nail","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chaosnode.net\/blog\/2009\/12\/03\/for-want-of-a-nail\/","title":{"rendered":"For want of a nail"},"content":{"rendered":"

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A few things are missing.<\/em><\/p>\n

I am back in the Mothhouse, on the very border between Middle Moth and Outer Moth. (There seems to be no Inner Moth, for which we should probably be thankful, given the imagery.)<\/p>\n

Today was a snowy day, and the first such this winter in the Kristiansand area. Even here in Norway, it seems there are a number of people each year who are taken by surprise by the first snow, and more than that, are unaware of this, so that they dare to hare off on worn summer tires. \u00c2\u00a0 If they are lucky, they may just gently slide off the road. \u00c2\u00a0If they are less lucky, collisions may occur. \u00c2\u00a0In any case, it is predictable that traffic in the morning will be slow at best, stalled quite likely. This was the case this year again. \u00c2\u00a0I showed up for the bus that would take me to work well within the starting time I have agreed with my boss. \u00c2\u00a0The bus did not show up however. \u00c2\u00a0I waited for about 40 minutes. Not only did the bus not come, but there came no bus the other way either. \u00c2\u00a0This says something, because the buses that go to the city are the same that come from the city, having first taken a lengthy trip into the countryside and back. \u00c2\u00a0If no bus had passed in those 40 minutes, no bus would return for the next 20 at least. \u00c2\u00a0I went back home and thawed out.<\/p>\n

I made another unsuccessful attempt later. \u00c2\u00a0But close to noon the buses were suddenly running almost on time again. I hear some car had been standing partly into the road on the way into the city, and during rush hour (which is much longer on slippery snow) it was hard to get past it.<\/p>\n

Still, I got to work eventually, even if late. \u00c2\u00a0That’s time I have to work in later, but for today, I left at 17 (5PM) so as to catch the bus to M\u00c3\u00b8ll. I fell asleep briefly but soon woke up again, long before I needed to. But it is hard to judge distances when you are unfamiliar with the route. Not to mention when you are asleep. \u00c2\u00a0Anyway, I turned on the GPS on my Googlephone and tracked our progress on Google Maps. \u00c2\u00a0(So could you, if you were using Google Latitude, where I am a member and automatically broadcasting my position to my friends. \u00c2\u00a0Since only one of my online friends live on the south coast of Norway at all, however, this is not particularly useful. \u00c2\u00a0And even she lives in Kristiansand, not anywhere near Mandal, much less M\u00c3\u00b8ll. Still, if curiosity gets the better of you, Google Latitude<\/a>.<\/p>\n

I got two mails from the new landlord today. \u00c2\u00a0The heat pump was finished and working! \u00c2\u00a0The double bed was moved up to the upstairs master bedroom. \u00c2\u00a0New locks were installed and the whole house was now lockable. And a (physical) mailbox was put up with my name and address. \u00c2\u00a0Those of you who actually want the address are advised to ask me for it, as I don’t want criminal elements to stop by when I am not at home, something they are unlikely to do unless I give out the address in public. \u00c2\u00a0After all, there has been no crime in this area before I came here, and I want to do my part to keep it that way. \u00c2\u00a0Some of you do have a legitimate interest in knowing my soon to be physical address, however, so mail me at the usual address. My handle is itlandm and you can reach me using either chaosnode.net or gmail.com as address. I read them both.<\/p>\n

I had already planned to take a trip here today anyway, and was carrying a rucksack with various stuff from home. Soap and a towel for the bathroom (missed when last I was here). Articles of manly and not particularly intimate hygiene: Shaving gear, deodorants and such. \u00c2\u00a0Thick socks, of which I am currently wearing a pair that my mother knitted for me, with lots of love I’m sure, decades ago. \u00c2\u00a0When I lived in the original Chaos Node, the floor was heated electrically. There was no need for thick socks. \u00c2\u00a0But even I don’t lightly throw away a mother’s love<\/span> socks, so they ended up in a plastic bag in the dresser. \u00c2\u00a0When I moved to Chaosnodeland, I brought along the socks, but did not actually know what was in the plastic bag and never got around to unpack them until today, when I looked for stuff to bring over to the Mothhouse.<\/p>\n

When I came to the bathroom with the stuff, I noticed that there was no place to hang the hand towel. In fact, there is not even a holder for the toilet paper. \u00c2\u00a0The walls are utterly bare, not as much as a nail. \u00c2\u00a0Going around the house, I found the same blank surfaces in the kitchen and living room. \u00c2\u00a0In the home office, however, the nails are not just absent. They are conspicuously absent. There are numerous holes of varying sizes where there must at one time have been nails or screws of some kind, but where there is now only a hole into the dark unknown beyond. \u00c2\u00a0Oh well. There are surely ways to hang towels, not to mention toilet paper, and clothes (in the room immediately inside the front door, there is no hint of clothes-hanging remedies either). \u00c2\u00a0I guess it is left to me to decide the final look of the house.<\/p>\n

EDIT: Came home safely, despite the slippery roads. Yay! \u00c2\u00a0I had a while to wait for the bus, because of the slippery roads and the snow plows and the flurries, but the bus trip itself was uneventful. For us, that is. We passed several large trucks that stood in the road, seemingly unable to advance even a moderate slope. \u00c2\u00a0Reports from earlier years is that these are from further south in Europe and don’t have the equipment required here in Norway.<\/p>\n

I had not deep cough or chest tightness today. \u00c2\u00a0This supports the theory that it was the dust in the home office that caused it last time. (The room was thoroughly vacuumed.)\u00c2\u00a0 Although it could be the double bed, which was also removed from the home office in the meantime. \u00c2\u00a0This is highly unlikely though. If they had down-filled pillows or duvets, I would have reacted with a bad allergy, but there was only mattress and cover mattress. \u00c2\u00a0Besides, my feather allergy used to be more similar to a head cold than a chest cold.<\/p>\n

Onward to the heat pump. \u00c2\u00a0It is truly an amazing invention, although I am not sure how much power it actually draws. \u00c2\u00a0I am told that heat pumps can deliver close to five times as much heat as a normal electrical heater for the same power, but I am not sure if this is the same across different inner and outer temperatures. \u00c2\u00a0In any case, standing in front of it was like standing in a warm summer breeze. A warm summer breeze smelling faintly of chemicals, but even so. I expect that to fade within the first few days. It was running when I arrived, and I left it that way. \u00c2\u00a0It is currently heating most of the house. It stands on the far wall of the home office, the one that is on one end of the house. \u00c2\u00a0It points directly at the door at the other (inner) side, which \u00c2\u00a0is currently open to the small hallway inside the front door. \u00c2\u00a0Opposite the home office is the living room, and the door there is also open, so the warm wind can blow straight across all three rooms, although it is in practice not strong enough for that. \u00c2\u00a0The heat is mostly moving passively through normal circulation from the home office to the hallway to the living room. \u00c2\u00a0Oh, and the living room is open to the kitchen. \u00c2\u00a0There is a door opening but not an actual door in it. From the kitchen there are two more doors again, but those I kept closed. \u00c2\u00a0One leads to an outer room, poorly insulated it seems, used for storage only and with another door out. \u00c2\u00a0The other door is to the inner hallway which connects to the bathroom and the shed\/garage, and which also holds the staircase to the upper floor with the bedrooms. So if I had opened the door to the inner hallway I could basically have heated the whole house from the heat pump, although I have my doubts that it would be able to pull that off in winter.<\/p>\n

While I was writing in the living room, I noticed a change in the sound, and right after my feet started growing colder. \u00c2\u00a0I went into the home office and looked at the heat pump. \u00c2\u00a0The power light was blinking, and the air that came from the heat pump was icy clod. \u00c2\u00a0Luckily the fan was not running so the cold air was just kind of passively running down on the floor, where it slowly spread out.<\/p>\n

Luckily I still had the user handbook. \u00c2\u00a0It explained that what I saw was the process of thawing the outside unit. This makes sense: \u00c2\u00a0When the air was just one degree over the melting point of ice, and snow was still coming down, carrying massive amounts of heat into the house was bound to cause the outside unit to fall well below the freezing point. I went outside and brushed the snow and ice of the unit. Really, it ought to have at least a small half roof to shield it from the snow. Anyway, it soon reverted to the normal flow of heat into the house. It is pretty impressive, really, to pump that much heat into the house when it is freezing outside! I understand in theory the physics of it, but I am still impressed.<\/p>\n

I could probably tell more, but it is midnight and I am quite sleepy after all the fast walking in the snow.<\/p>\n

EDIT2: The previous time, I asked the bus driver to help me get off at Outer Moth. \u00c2\u00a0This time I followed the movement of the bus on my mobile phone using GPS, and pressed the stop button shortly before we came to the same place. \u00c2\u00a0I was feeling pretty good about myself. The driver – another one this time – asked me: “Are you sure this is where you want to get off?” “Sure, thank you” said I. \u00c2\u00a0And it was indeed the same bus stop where I went off the bus two days ago. \u00c2\u00a0It was, however, not the closest bus stop to the Mothhouse. While looking for my shiny new physical mailbox, I realized that it was actually placed at a bus stop (although the bus sign was covered entirely in thick snow). \u00c2\u00a0While there is only a pleasant stroll between the two, this later stop is the actual Outer Moth stop, the driver last time let me off at the last stop of Middle Moth. (I am having so much fun with these names.) \u00c2\u00a0The Middle Moth stop actually services a farm or two and seemingly nothing else, so the bus driver was quite right to be surprised if he has been at this for a long time and know who lives there.<\/p>\n

So I seem likely to get even less fresh air than before, after moving to the Mothhouse – unless I do something pointless just to be outdoors. \u00c2\u00a0I may do just that, though, because it is a beautiful place in daylight. \u00c2\u00a0Which, unfortunately, there is very little of at this time of the year. \u00c2\u00a0But walking for half an hour home from the evening bus, fast enough to not freeze, should fill my exercise quota for the day!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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