Thursday, April 28, 2005
Things you find when cleaning out the basement
In the ongoing saga of the Cordeiro Manor remodel, we are in the process of moving all of the stored (junk) basement items to the upstairs playroom to make room for the contractor to come in, tear out the yellow plywood walls and bring the basement into the 21st Century.
In the process, I ran across some old stuff, some of it more interesting than others. Most of it is stuff I don't know why I keep, perhaps its just because I never get around to throwing it out. For example:
Love Letters: I don't know why I keep them, perhaps its a window on my past I don't want to discard. Seems like as good a reason as any. Years ago someone wrote some remarks to be given at the commencement ceremony at some university. It was then put to some music and entitled Sunscreen. I like most of the advice given, but the following suits my reason for keeping Love Letters around:
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.Maybe that's as good a reason as any.
Strange insights into long dead relatives: I found my old baby book - you know, one of those detailing your kid's first teeth, words, steps, etc. Well, inside it were the obligatory pictures along with a slip of small notepad paper that fluttered out. Turns out it was my paternal Grandmother Cordeiro's notes on the will of some long dead uncle. She wrote down how much each person got. Uncle JJ died in 1951. He left 1 Large to most people on the list. 3 Large to some others, and 5 Large to a select few. Toward the end of the list Grandma Cordeiro noted that he left 100 Large to the City of Boulder, Colorado for the construction of a pool. I did some research and 100 Large in 1951 translates to just over 635 Large today.
Uncle JJ, that must be some pool.
After a conversation with my father, The Elder Cordeiro, turns out that Uncle JJ had a special "affinity" for a specific nurse at the hospice (run by the City of Boulder) where he spent his last days. He left all that money to Boulder at her "request", resulting in a rather large family "scandal".
Uncle JJ, that must have been some nurse.
Heh. The things you find when cleaning out the basement.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Cordeiro Manor Update
Well, the Fetching Mrs. Cordeiro and I ran the numbers on the house that could have become the New Cordeiro Manor.
We qualified for the mortgage, however there is one thing that stands in the way of us making an offer on the house.
We like to eat. We've gotten used to it over the course of our lives, and the higher mortgage would seriously limit our ability to continue this past time.
So, we'll stay where we're at until my capitalistic endevors enable us to move elsewhere.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Cordeiro Manor and The Dilemma
In the continuing saga of the remodeling of Cordeiro Manor, I spent yesterday afternoon and most of the evening preparing the oversized deck for the sealing/staining process. The Fetching Mrs. Cordeiro dutifully gave me an early birthday present - a handheld power sander.
This is what homeownership has brought me to. I get things I need, but not necessarily what I want. In days gone by I would look for gadgets from Best Buy or Circuit City. These days I can't go into Home Depot or Lowes without dropping a few Bills* (not a few Clams* mind you) on stuff I never thought I needed but now can't get by without. I'm fearful of the day when I drop a few Large* in places like these.
Also on last evening's agenda was a visit to a house that's currently on the market in a neighborhood close to us. The Fetching Mrs. Cordeiro has a keen eye for this kind of thing. The house we saw is quite impressive. Its about 4900 finished square feet, sits on a one acre plot, has lots of trees and a huge yard. Its younger than the current Cordeiro Manor by about 10 years. It also has a screened porch where I could sling my authentic brazilian made hammock so I could take a nap.
Ok...who am I kidding. I'm the Ward Mission Leader and the Fetching Mrs. Cordeiro is the Primary President. That, along with the Cordeirinhos, pretty much excludes me from being allowed a nap until sometime in early 2067.
Its also quite a few more Large than the current Cordeiro Manor.
The kitchen isn't as updated as the one we just put in the current Cordeiro Manor, and the interior would have to be re-painted to suit the demanding tastes of the Fetching Mrs. Cordeiro. Ok, Ok, I'm not all that thrilled with the paint either. That said, I usually just nod my head and say "Yes, Dear" when she shows me the colors she's picked out.
So, this is the dilemma. When we purchased Cordeiro Manor almost two years ago, I thought it was an incredible amount of money for a house. The one we saw yesterday is considerably more expensive, but I don't think its completely out of reach. Its even in the current ward boundaries...just to assuage those who might think I would move to get out of a calling.
That said, I believe the possible New Cordeiro Manor could put me in Unimaginable Debt for the rest of my natural life.
Stay Tuned. The Saga Continues.
*For those of you unfamiliar with my Monetary References, I use what is commonly referred to as Soprano Lingo (even though I don't watch the show). Here is the breakdown of Soprano Coinage:
$1 = 1 "Clam"
100 "Clams" = 1 "Bill"
10 "Bills" = 1 "Large"
Friday, April 15, 2005
How do you Politically Correct a Humn?
This is all Bonjo's fault. I get this IM from him pointing me to Feminist Mormon Housewives where some dear sister is complaining about the lyrics to Book of Mormon Stories. Evidently the "we must brothers be" got to her daughter. The comments on the post run the spectrum, some more off the wall then others.
In a broader sense, the question hit me (this question often hits me about many subjects) - What the hell are we doing?
Have we become so attenuated to this politically correct world that we can't even sing a Primary Hymn without wondering if the lyrics (not to mention the hand motions, but that's for another post) might make some over sensitive church member uncomfortable?
Let's not stop with Book of Mormon Stories. What about Ye Elders of Israel, As Sisters in Zion, Onward Christian Soldiers (for those of you anti-violence people), and A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief?
I know we need to be sensitive to the feelings of members and non-members alike. That said, I draw the line at rewriting the hymnal so that it might be a little less offensive to those seeking to be offended. One more reason why I'll never be a Bishop.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Well, the Fetching Mrs. Cordeiro met with yet another contractor regarding the proposed renovation of Cordeiro Manor. The renovation consists of the following:
- Finishing the basement
- Re-flooring the main floor
- Re-carpeting the upstairs
- Tearing out and refurbishing all the bathrooms
Does anyone know of any prayers, chants, spells or other incantations I can use to dispel the Money Pit demons from taking over?
Contractor says a month.
Monday, April 11, 2005
Back to Life...Back to Reality
After a whirlwind trip to SoCal, topped off by returning to find the fetching Mrs. Cordeiro and the Cordeirinhos going through various stages of any number of different maladys, only to have my own bout with a malady of my own, I am back.
I really do love SoCal. It is, after all, the land of my birth, and up until a few years ago my residence. Business called for me to leave on Sunday, arriving for my presentation Monday morning. In my infinite wisdom, I missed the last flight out of Dulles on Sunday night. It was fortunate, because I had to take the fetching Mrs. Cordeiro to the ER in order to deal with bronchitis. Left untreated (which it would have been had I left) the bronchitis would have degenerated into pneumonia. That would've really sucked big time canal water. (Sewage for those of you unfamiliar with Venice).
So, after leaving the ER at 1:00 am, I caught a few hours sleep and caught the 7:10 am flight from Dulles to LAX. My presentation was scheduled to begin at 10:30 am and my flight landed at 10:00 am. God watches out for hurried overtired husbands who take care of their wives until the wee hours of the morning. I was blessed with a cabbie who broke several speed limits and got me from LAX to Downtown inside of 20 minutes. $20 for his effort. I made my presentation on time.
On my last day in SoCal, I was driving up the 405 around 10 pm, having completed the obligatory visit to Mrs. Cordeiro's parents. I was tired, and intent on getting back to my hotel. Somewhere close to the Azusa exit on the 405, my car started acting funny, like it was mysteriously forced to leave the freeway. I was tired, my sight grew dim, but I saw a shimmering light. It was in the form of an In And Out Burger sign, pointing the way to Burger Bliss.
One Double-Double, Animal Style with a large Diet Coke. I was refreshed, my car returned to its normal function, and I returned to my hotel.
Who says you can't have a religious experience with a Cheeseburger?
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Some of the Good Things in Life
I travel a lot for business related purposes. Some of the places I travel are more desireable destinations than others. For example, Manhattan and Los Angeles rate above Shreveport and Ft. Huachuca.
This trip to the left coast brings out some of the finer things in life I'd like to share with you - if for no other reason than to help you recognize some of the good things in life.
Some of those things include:
- In And Out Burger
- Sunset drive down PCH
- Dinner with an old friend
- The clear view of Los Angeles only seen from the 25th floor of the Westin Bonaventure
Hey, its rough duty, but somebody has to take one for the team.