Stretched

February 7th, 2010

This past week was probably one of my hardest weeks this semester. It really began with not going to church last Sunday because of weather. It was ironic because we had a beautiful, sunny day. But, after 7 phone calls from other ward members, we gathered that things in Kaiserslautern were not good, so we stayed home. I always enjoy going to church and getting oriented for the week. We took a walk, Katie got a nap, and made it a lazy day, perhaps a bit too lazy. But, we did have a little meeting of our own here later that day and that was quite nice.

Then came the beginning of the school week. I was looking forward to it in that it was our last week of classes, but there was more to it. Some of our professors decided to hold exams this past week, as well. I took the exam for my Computational Psycholinguistics class on Wednesday. I had started preparing for that several weeks in advance, so I wasn’t particularly worried about it. We had 100 minutes to finish a number of questions and everyone in the class used every minute they could. I was happy to answer every question. Then I only had two days to study for the Patterns of Speech Recognition exam. I had gone over all of the lecture slides the week before, but that didn’t seem to be enough. Luckily, one of my fellow classmates posted a list of the possible test questions she could think of. They spanned two printed pages with .10 size font. After going through those slides all day Thursday (and skipping the only class I skipped last week), I felt much more ready. For this exam we had two hours and I was able to answer all the questions that I needed to in about an hour, then I spent the rest of the time making sure I did things right. It included some math, statistics, and lots of words to describe different approaches to pattern recognition. We had to answer 10 out of 15 questions and I felt pretty confident with the 10 that I answered.

Let’s not forget the weather this past week was the worst this winter. We had a winter storm that dumped enough snow to shut down the entire Saarland bus system. It required me to have to walk to the train station from campus one day, a 30-minute walk, but luckily my class got out early that day so I made it home on time. We about a foot of snow by Tuesday, but you couldn’t tell now. Things warmed up and we had several days of rain.

It’s not over yet, however. Not having a car to drive freely to campus when I needed it made matters more difficult, however manageable. Therefore on Friday I took the train to Kusel, walked to the area office, and found that it was closed. I went there so I could ask them about extending our licenses, etc, but that didn’t work out, so I wasted some time. Then, yesterday Katie and I got a real German cultural experience: we went to a first aid class. In Germany, one is required to have a certificate in first aid in order to get a driver’s license. It started early in the morning and went for 6 hours. There were 16 of us in there and I caught about 60% of what the instructor was telling us (all in German). We had fun practicing rolling people onto blankets, CPR, applying bandages, and pulling off motorcycle helmets. I would have liked to be studying for my next exam yesterday, but we need to get our licenses sooner than later. It was fun at times, went by quickly for the most part, but it was all stuff that we already knew. Oh well, a nice reminder. Katie thought the best part was that they had a CD with a nice beat to which we did CPR.

This next week won’t be as bad. I have one exam on Wednesday, but I still have a lot to study. Then my last exam is a week after that, so I have plenty of time to get ready. Good thing because it will be my most difficult class. After that I have on big paper to write, but I’m not terribly worried about it.

Therefore I say this past week that I felt… “stretched, but not overwhelmed.” Things are looking up now, but there is always plenty to do. At BYU I often had 4 or 5 tests in one week, and that was stretching, but they weren’t usually masters level courses.

Leah had a good week this past week. She found her hands and can better grab things. She is sleeping through the night better, with some rough nights, but she usually just wants her binky. She loves to spend time in her little roller chair and look in the mirror. Elsa is very sweet to her (most of the time) but she does ask mommy: “don’t kiss Leah, kiss me!”

That’s it. A simple update. Thank goodness for Sundays.

Talking to Self

January 31st, 2010

I talk to myself.

I am proud of the fact. Many say that talking to one’s self is an odd past time. I, however, feel that they are the ones in error. Just because they find it weird to talk to themselves doesn’t mean I’m not enjoyable to talk to. For that very reason, is it not kind of self-degrading to say that talking to self is strange. I happen to enjoy talking to myself, I agree on most issues and come up with some very interesting things.

In fact, I talked with myself about talking to myself and this is the conclusion I came up with. We had a dialog which was as regular as any dialog between any two distinct individuals. Sometimes I talk out loud, sometimes it’s silent (which is arguably not talking to self, but I admit to both). In my dialog to myself about talking to myself, I used words to portray ideas (just like a two-person dialog), listened to the response and took new ideas into account (just as a two-person dialog). It’s not like playing chess with myself where it doesn’t matter who wins or loses because I would always win and lose. I don’t care who is right in this case, I care what is right and it doesn’t matter to me who says it (again, as in >1 person dialog). When I’m right, I admit to being wrong and allow myself the satisfaction of being right, not that it matters anyway. I talk to myself when I’m practicing another language, such as German, and I correct myself when I’m wrong.

And what is listening? Doesn’t “being a good listener” entail that you sit and listen to someone talk to self? They don’t usually want you to say anything, just listen and hear the other person ask and answer their own questions? It’s just an excuse to talk to self, it seems.

Sometimes I sit quietly somewhere in the house, studying, in a quiet place away from the girls so I can focus. Often during those times, someone wanders within my earshot and beings talking to self. They aren’t talking to the dog (talking to animals is another matter-a good thing of course, however there is no dialog), but they are fully talking to self as if self was another person they were very well acquainted with. Then when they realize I heard their conversation with self, they are embarrassed. Why? It’s usually a better conversation than those bad conversations on TV between two supposed intelligent people.What’s worse is people who talk loudly on the cell phone. It’s worse because you can only hear one end of the conversation and not the full dialog. That should be taboo, if you ask me. I use my cell phone, but I try to keep it down.

Admittedly, I usually only talk to myself when I know no one else is around for the same reason I talk quietly on the cell phone, it’s just annoying to hear other people talking loudly. So, I’ll continue to be quiet in public, but when I know I’m not bothering anyone, you may hear a conversation between me and myself. Feel free to join in my own conversation, or start your own with yourself.

Lego Competition

January 24th, 2010

On Friday we had our friends, the Gutzmans, over for dinner, dessert, and….a competition. What kind of competition, you ask? Probably not because you read the title.

The original plan was to make little bags of Legos and randomly pick a bag and a stuffed animal that you are supposed to make a house for. Then it became just a competition to build whatever you wanted with your random pile of Legos. Then we thought maybe we should play Settlers of Catan. We took a vote, but it was 3 against 3 (along gender lines with the estrogen in the room leaning Lego, of all things), so we went with Legos. The Jacksons had accumulated a huge bin of Legos over the years so each person got two large handfuls of Legos.

Rules:
1. You are to use every piece in your pile, or at least build until the time is up (the time was up when the dessert came out of the oven)
2. You can not take anyone else’s Legos or get more from the bin. You must use only your own Legos, however, you can trade with other players
3. You can join another person entirely and make a team, but your Lego creation must be that much better

No one bothered with rule #3. I guess we are pretty competitive. The Gutzmans, Erik, Anne, and myself all took part in the competition. Katie was a creative consultant and final judge (she was making the dessert, too).

So off we went. It was difficult finding any two pieces that matched in any way, but some participants were able to build somewhat symmetrical creations. Here they are in the order my blog file-uploader happened to choose them:

Ian:

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Description: “Daisy Destroyer.” The bloom blaster on front can shoot ahead or straight up. It is controlled by a man without a head. It flies and has solid armor.

Bonnie:

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Description: “The Zorganator.” Or was it Vulcanator? I think Bonninator. This beast can also fly, carried by the red pterodactyl on the top. It is a 3-man vessel that also won the award for the night from Katie, and also got honorable mention for being most symmetrical.

Anne:

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Description: “A house boat.” The pet dragon is an indoor pet. There is also a life raft….just in case. Everyone in this house boat is happy, as you can plainly see.

Erik:

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Description: A space ship complete with weaponry and….a disco ball on the front. It is also “green” powered by the leaf on top.  Erik won the award for being first to build his craft using all of his pieces. It was also the largest creation in the competition.

Casey:

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Description: You don’t wanna mess with “The Kaboominator.” So it doesn’t fly, but it has a manned right laser, a center turret, and a smaller turret on the left side. Don’t let the pink fool you. There is not a nice Lego in this creation.

So, we would like you to cast your vote. Feel free to cast it in the comments section.

For those of you who want to come to Europe and want ideas on what to do, you can visit the Gutzman’s blog. They’ve been a number of places and they work it out so things aren’t too spendy. Now, do realize that they aren’t a travel agency! It’s just to get ideas: http://ianandbonnie[dot]blogspot[dot]com  You can visit the blog anyway because they have cool stories and pictures.

Now, a weekly update. We officially can’t drive right now because of our license situation which I explained before. Katie and I have to take a 6-8 hour first aid class to get a certificate. Then we both have to have our eyes checked. After that, Katie can pay a little money and then wait 4-6 weeks for her license to be processed. I have one more step and that’s to take the written test. It’s because our licenses are from different states and each state has a different deal with Germany. Some states require the written and driving test, so we’re lucky. Katie doesn’t have to take either of them. It’s amazing that one day we are legal and clear to drive and the next day without having done anything wrong other than be in the country for 6 months, we are suddenly illegal drivers and would be criminals if we drove (or rather if we got caught, right?). So, our car sits and is used once in a while when someone is nice enough to drive us around. Until then we know what it’s like to not really be able to drive, as things were before we bought the Joker. Meanwhile I still have the trains for school, which I was mostly using anyway. I realize that we can extend our 6 months to 1 year, but that’s only if we’re going to be in the country for one year. Since we’re going to France, that’s an option, but we will still visit (since Nancy is about 2.5 hours away), and if we end up having to get licenses anyway, I’d rather do it in Germany. Has anyone out there extended to the 1 year and then got licenses anyway? That would be ideal. Then we can get our licenses in the mean time and still drive.

School is winding down. We have two more weeks of classes, officially, but two of my classes will have finals on the last week of class. It’ll be a long, hard week but then my last two finals will be spread out a little bit. Elsa has had a cold this past week, beginning with a croup-ish cough that went away after a day, but she still has remnants. We rushed to get a humidifier and that has helped a lot. We have two high-chairs now, one for Leah who can now sit up with some support. She’s quite happy and content when she’s sitting up. She’s sleeping better (most nights), though we would like the hours she sleeps to be shifted a little bit earlier (you know, from 10-9 in stead of 12-11). Katie is lovely. She is very supportive as I spend every waking hour either working for MTC or DFKI, or studying or doing homework. She keeps everything together. Her parents have been in Italy for a week and will be there another week. Her dad is there for work, so her mom joined him for part of his short tour there. We’re having a good time here in the mean time.

The Joker

January 17th, 2010

Wednesdays are my long days. I get up around 5:00 and leave around 6:00 to walk to the train. By 8:30 I arrive on campus and begin my first class right away. After three classes that day and four hours to work on homework, throw in lunch, I get done at 5:45. This past Wednesday as I left my last class, I realized that it was January 13th. Not only was it Katie’s grandfather’s birthday and my niece’s birthday, but it meant that we had been in Germany for 6 months. That’s pretty cool, I thought. Of course, it means our U.S. driver’s licenses are invalid on German roads, but we’re on our way to getting German licenses. That’ll be another story.

That’s not what this post is about anyway. If you look at the following picture (I think it was the last time I saw the sun…taken by my mom back in December), you’ll see our house. The top windows there belong to Oberhausen, where we live. Now, if you notice the two cars in the front there. The one on the right is our car:

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We call it “The Joker” not because we all got together and decided to name it that, but because “Joker” is written on the side of it. It is a Volkswagen Golf (Kombi - wich means Wagon) that is a limited edition Joker. There were several limited editions around the year this car was built. One edition was called “Family” and another “Bon Jovi” but somehow we ended up with a Joker.

Now, the story. Since we arrived in Germany we wanted to have a car for obvious reasons, the biggest two of which were first, so we could come and go as we please, and second so we wouldn’t be a burden on Katie’s family. They’ve been very kind about letting us use their cars, but we do have to plan ahead and be quick about it. We needed two things: space and gas efficiency. Those are usually incompatible, but after several months of research we found a few cars that could do it: Toyota Rav4, or any kombi model of VW Golf, Passat, or Bora, a Ford Focus, Toyoa Avensis, or various Opel cars. The ones with the best track record were, of course, Toyota and VW. We found plenty of the latter for the price we wanted. The trick was getting enough money saved up to pay for it. It would take months, literally, and we had already by now been in the country for 4 months and my parents would visit us within weeks. Not having our own car would make things difficult with visitors here and having them come was a good excuse for us to finally get the job done.

After some deliberation, we decided to get a loan from our bank. We did that because it would enable us to get a car from anywhere and not just a dealership who would finance us. We didn’t need a big loan, just enough to get a decent used car. We were able to secure the loan from the bank we have been using while in Germany, Volksbank. They really didn’t as many questions. We can pay back the loan as quickly as we want, or at the least in 2 years as they slowly take the monthly from our account. They knew we had the income to pay off the monthly, so it wasn’t a big deal. I thought that the money would just show up in our account one day.

But it never did. I thought that maybe we needed to sign something, and something did finally come in the mail for me to sign. After a few days I was able to bring it back, but even after that still no money. Well, I decided to look for cars anyway because it would be in any day, right? I sent several messages to people online, made several phone calls (actually a friend of mine at school made some phone calls for me because he was German), but nothing came of it. Katie wanted to help, so she got on the local craigslist-like website called Ramstein Yard Sales. She found a car that we were in line to look at, but someone before us snatched it up (a BMW kombi with lesser fuel efficiency). Then I took a look at RYS and found this car:

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The website description was really lame and there was no picture, but it was a VW Golf Kombi, so I called and set up a time to look at it. The next day I met him, test drove it, made an offer, and we agreed on what I thought was a good price.

It took a few days before we could secure the money, but we finally did and got the car paid for. The owner was even kind enough to drive the car to our house and drop it off. In Germany, you see, you can’t get license plates without insurance and you can’t get insurance unless you own the car. He hadn’t been using the car, so it wasn’t insured or licensed, but one can obtain temporary 2-3 day license plates and it was quite easy for him to do so. That way they could drop off the car, get their money, and be done with it. Usually, one would have to find a car, get to it, pay for it and get the VIN number, then get insurance, plates, then go back and get the car.

The coming Thursday I didn’t go to class so we could get this car taken care of and drivable sooner than later. We had the car, but it wasn’t street legal yet. I had looked online for insurance companies, but the quotes were quite high. I went that morning to our local bank again because they had mentioned being affiliated with a car insurance company, but again their rates were somewhat too high. We then decided to go with USAA. We are members because Katie’s parents are members. They insure their cars, so we did an online quote, but it was still somewhat high. Oh well, that was apparently our range so I called them and got things set up. In the end, the final quote was several hundred dollars less per year than the online quote, so I was pleased with the final outcome. In about 30 minutes time we got good coverage, a good price, and most important, an ID number that meant something to the Germans. It meant that even though we haven’t received the final papers, we were actually insured.

With that number and other necessary documents, we borrowed the van and went to Kusel. In about 15 minutes, our registration was updated. I had doubts that we would be able to get plates that day because I thought that it would take days to have them made. However, he gave me a piece of paper that had our new plate number on it and instructed me to walk to the plate maker, a small shop next to the office building. I did so and had our plates ready go to in about 15 more minutes. Things went smooth and we were walking away with our plates, which meant our car would be street legal.

It was thrilled. Delighted. On the same trip to Kusel, we found some mattresses so we could officially move into the attic, anticipating my parents’ arrival. As soon as we got home, I put the plates on the car (KUS plates!!). It just needed gas. The story isn’t over, yet.

There was little gas in it, but there is a gas station about 3 km away, no big deal. However, I only made it about 100 feet out of our driveway before it ran out of gas, literally. I walked back and found that the gas can for the lawn mower still had plenty left in it, so I put in what I thought it would take then went to the gas station. It cost about 70 euros (at the time, over $100) to fill up. It made the American $3.20 per gallon gas seem really cheap, indeed, as it was about 1.30 per liter (summing up to about 6 dollars a gallon). I don’t get the Military perks, either, we’re in the German system. So, my hope was that it would get good gas mileage.

The next morning I took it to Frankfurt to pick up my parents from the airport. It’s been running excellent since. We’ve been thrilled with it, very pleased indeed. I take it to campus occasionally (so….so nice). Even just being able to drive it to Matzenbach and park it there while I take the train the rest of the way saves me about 40 minutes of travel time. It’s wonderful. My parents were able to use it while they were here and it’s big enough for the four of us with our stroller(s) and groceries.

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It’s not the prettiest car, but we like it. Notice the Joker stickers on the back of it. It has lots of trunk space, gets over 30 mpg, and even has heated seats, if someone wanted something like that. Of course, it has its quirks, but it runs and it runs quite well. It’s a stick shift, but Katie is now an official driver of it. She does quite well. It’s a 1997, kind of old, but only has about 160,000 km (about 100,000 miles) on it. Everyone I ask says I got a good deal on it. A friend at school is excited because it’s a Golf (not a Passat), and she advised me to get a Golf if I was going to go for a VW. I had a lot of help from a friend with whom I write on the trains in the morning on learning about the German system.

An entire, long post about a car? Yep. We’ve been without our own for over 4 months and we really appreciate having one now, even though it comes with plenty of extra cost. It pays to be able to freely come and go. It’s come in handy several times for the Jacksons as well, so we’re glad we got it when we did. Now that we’ve been here for 6 months, we can’t technically drive it until we get German licenses, but it’s worth having anyway.

And, of course, a picture of the ladies for good measure:

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Oberhausen: The Attic Project

January 10th, 2010

Finally, I can post about this. Before we even moved here, there were whisperings about remaking the attic in the Jackson home. In fact, when we were here during Christmas 2008, we were starting to get things ready, even though I hadn’t been accepted here yet.

The attic was, of course, used for storage. During Christmas we mostly just moved all of the storage boxes and bins from this attic to the attic in the barn. Between then and July, when we came. Katie’s dad and brother Erik worked on the floor and brought in equipment like tools and a table saw. I can’t say much for that because I wasn’t here, but from what I hear it was a beast to do because they had to bring about 70 pieces of wood up, one at a time.

Bringing things into the attic from outside was no trivial task. The main stair case has a very sharp corner, making it difficult to make the turn when you are carrying something long. So, we had to go through a side door in the house, come up some metal stairs, then through a door into the second floor, then up into the attic. The entire process takes a while without carrying anything at all. But, that’s how we got everything up the stairs from the 30 rolls of insulation, 80 pieces of sheet rock, 50 pieces of beams ,30 pieces of particle board, tile, flooring, ceiling wood, and finally furniture.

A ballpark guess at how big the floor space is about 40 by 60 feet. It’s quite large, but that also includes the entry way which takes some floor space, and the two chimneys that come up through the floor. There are four windows that face west and two that face south. The north side connects to a middle area that connects to the Scheune and barn area. Being directly under the roof, it tapers all the way up until the two meet in the middle, probably about 30 feet above the attic floor. Between the attic floor was another apparent level, but there were only some beams to walk on, no real floor.

After I got accepted into the program and we were making plans on coming here, we were getting phone calls on what the plan was, and whether or not I could do it. I didn’t say it then, but I really had no experience building anything like they were going to build. I have helped in several projects, but I’ve never hung a door or made walls before. But, how hard could it be?

Then I got here. At first look, it really appeared to be a big project. Being built in 1830, the walls and supports don’t stand flush and straight. It was dirty and there were wires and nails everywhere. No matter. The day after we got here, I began to work. I got onto the second level and swept off the dust, then vacuumed it off the floor, then I vacuumed the second level and it wasn’t enough. Dust and dirt would be our constant companion as we worked from then on. After a few days of taking care of dirt, I went around with several tools and cleaned up the nails that were just sticking out of various places. We had a few rolls of insulation which I used up in a hurry, filling in just one column between roof beams- one column out of about 30.

In these pictures, you can sort of notice how there are two levels of the attic, the floor level and the upper rafter-type area (First three are the ‘before’ pictures). This gallery has all of the pictures on this post, some of them show up again later on.

After two weeks of getting things ready, we finally went to the Baumarkt called Practiker in Kaiserslautern and make an order for insulation, plastic rolls, sheet rock, and wood for the walls. We tried to busy ourselves in the attic with some of the things we had until the shipment would come, but what we really needed was the shipment. Despite it taking three weeks, no body noticed that the wood we ordered for the walls cost over 20 euros per piece (we bought 50 of them) and it was too late to change our order. When Erik and I were looking for the right wood for the walls, we found some and thought they were 7 euros each, but they ended up being 7 euros per meter, 3 meters long. Yikes. At least we know that our walls have solid wood in them (and they really do).

Finally, the supplies came. We had the missionaries over to help us haul everything up to the attic. Now our attic was full and we had little room to work, but that didn’t last long. Over the next week Erik and I worked on the insulation, all 30 rolls of it from the floor to the very top where the roof meets. It was dangerous, actually, because when we worked on the upper level, one person had to hold the small scaffolding that we had so it wouldn’t tip while the other put in the insulation. Because the upper level didn’t have any flooring, we had to take up some thick plywood to put the scaffolding on. Really, it was as big as the scaffolding, so one would be standing on the scaffolding, about 25 feet above the floor, and it sometimes got wobbly. We never worked on insulation alone, just in case. In some places, the column beams were too far apart, so we had to get creative with nails and thin boards to hold in the insulation. We would always come back filthy from working on the insulation and it seemed like no amount of showering would take away the itchy feeling, despite all of our preparations. Also, being in August, it wasn’t pleasant to work in the attic. But, in a week’s time, we were done with the insulation, the worst part of the project.

Of course, with insulation done, but we weren’t done with it yet. Meaning, it was still exposed, and we still had to work next to it. The next step was to put plastic over the insulation with a nail gun. Sometimes it was pretty fast going, other times it was difficult to keep the plastic straight, or pull it behind some of the support beams. But, as with the insulation, it took about a week and we got it done all the way up to the point, again using the scaffolding.

With insulation and plastic in place we were ready to somehow get sheet rock where it needed to be, but first we needed some small wood beams to attach the sheet rock to. These were cheap, but we had to drill holes and then use screws to attach them to the house beams. This took some effort and we had to do our best to guess what would make the sheet rock flat and flush, which was a tough task. Erik got to be pretty good at this part (see picture with Erik, you’ll notice the skeleton wood for the sheet rock). Then, we put in the sheet rock, then plaster. There. Just like that, in a few sentences I told you about a long, difficult process. The outside walls were complete to the point they were going to be until everything else was done before we painted.

The above gallery only shows the process of the outer walls (which is really the roof), but that is only a small part of the story. Next, we built the walls and hung the doors (4 of them), keeping in mind where we wanted the windows (2 of them). The overall plan had changed several times, so we wanted to be sure of what we wanted before we put in the walls. In the end, we wanted two bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room, and a ‘front’ door. Here, you can see the doors for the two bedrooms and on the right you can see the front door.

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This picture actually shows a lot. You’ll notice the chimney that we had to work around. On the base of it you’ll see the only three electrical sockets in the attic that we had to use until the electrician came. In the same place are the incoming pipes for hot and cold water and the drain pipe. We had to build everything around this chimney, which is why the bathroom is there in stead of next to a window. We decided to build it out and put in a nice, big shower. You’ll notice where the walls are. We couldn’t build a wall then lift if up and into place. No, we had to build the top and bottom extremes, then add in the beams. We did our best to keep things straight and true, but as we were working with an old house, some of the places we had to follow were less than straight, but things worked out quite well.

Somewhere along the way, Katie’s dad and I made a trip to find an alleged wood mill in the area at a very small village called Niederalben. We finally found it and decided that we wanted to use the wood for our ceiling. They later ordered the wood and had it delivered, another project for myself and the missionaries. It took Erik and me about a week to get the ceiling in, but it made a huge difference once it was done.

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With walls in place, we were ready for electricity and plumbing. The plumbing included the heating system, a radiator by each of the 4 west windows, one in the kids room, and one in the bathroom. To do this, they had to go from the chimney, up along the second level, and back down in or along the walls. They also did part of the bathroom plumbing during this time. The electrician had us put in one wall, then he added in plugs and switches (the orange spots), and hung wires for the lights.

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Then came the bathroom. We had issues with the bathroom because the plumbers ended up being young men who did strange things. Well, they were able get drain pipes and the pipes for the sinks in so we could get the floor done. The floor had to be raised above the pipes. We knew this in advance, but it ended up being a little higher than we anticipated. We put wood around the pipes and in various places around the floor for support then put very thick particle board (that’s what they have), two layers, to hide the wires and pipes and still be strong enough for a tile.

Somewhere about here, things got busy for everyone. I was in the middle of a semester of school and Katie’s dat was busy. Erik, bless his heart, could still get things done, but one person alone wasn’t going to get things done nearly fast enough. So, Katie’s mom hired a local German (we’ll call him Arnold) who was looking for some work. He eneded up being quite good. He did a lot of plastering and sanding to begin with. The tile guy came and did his thing, a nice job indeed, and we won’t say any more about Mr. Tile Guy.

By now the walls were ready to paint, but….something was wrong. No matter what we did, it was obvious where the sheet rock came together despite all of the plaster and sanding. So, we went with another kind of plaster that we ended up putting all over every wall for texture to hid our mistakes. It made things look a lot better, and it was only several days more work. Erik, Arnold, and myself made quick work of it.

Painting happened in a few days time, thanks to the women of the house and a kind neighbor (and the missionaries again). Then, finally, the floor. Erik and Arnold became the experts at the floor. It was slow going at first, but it was done enough by the day my parnents came into town. Katie and I were able to put a matress into one of the new rooms and move the girls into their rooms.

Here we have a picture of the painted walls, heaters in, and the floor is in process. The dark stuff on the right is the laminate flooring.

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For the next week we finished the bathroom, installed the kitchen (thanks Erik!) and hauled a lot of stuff upstairs. Our dads were helpful in moving and putting together furniture. We’ve moved stuff around a lot since then, made several trips to different stores for furniture, and a trip to IKEA.

We’re thrilled to be here, finally. We’ve been living in Erik’s room for 5 months. Since then our family grew by one person. Elsa’s room was in the downstairs dining room. I had a desk, but it was tough to share the space with everyone else when I was trying to focus or work. I felt like I had really moved in when I put my computer on my desk and checked my email.

Here we have our living room area. I changed our camera settings to capture the way the lights reflect off the stone. It’s a little strong, but you get the idea.

office

Here’s the kitchen area. We have our table, storage space, and the kitchen spot on the left has a sink, a 2-burner stove, a mini fridge, and some cabinets:

kitchen

Here we have the other side from the kitchen. The front door is on the right side there and you can probably figure out the rest.

front

We love it. We still have to do a number of things like touch-up painting, caulking, oiling, etc. Nothing is ever really done. At this point, however, we hardly notice. It’s just right for us. Elsa loves having a place to play and I love having my work space. With a nice bathroom, a little kitchen, a sizable living room, and two bedrooms, we have just what we need to put half of the people in the house.

I made a great video for it, but it’s about 75 mb. Nothing else does it justice, so if you really want to see details, you’ll just have to visit!

We call it Oberhausen and the rest of the house is Niederhauasen. It is left up to the reader to figure out what those mean.