And Just When It is Ready for the Scrap Heap...

I wrote earlier this year about how badly a GE refrigerator had behaved. We were on the cusp of buying a new Bosch refrigerator when, suddenly, the old unit stopped leaking water into the lower compartment.

It remains a mystery. There is a device called an evaporator coil that I'd considered replacing; it's an easy job for that appliance, within the reach of anyone with a screwdriver and some patience.  Perhaps--a big perhaps--the evaporator began to work normally again. 

Rather than throw $150 at the old icebox, we did throw $60 in its direction to replace the utterly cheap plastic holder for the two produce drawers. This supports a piece of tempered glass which serves as the machine's bottom shelf. It had cracked across in several places.

I love shopping locally, which is how I got the door gasket for the GE before; this too, may have fixed the problem. But when I called the out-of-state company that bought out our local parts provider, they quoted me a cost higher than GE would charge to sell me the shelf-holder directly. I told them this politely, and looked elsewhere, as I'd use two gallons of gas to pick the part up.

I was already looking at Amazon, where I got the OEM GE part cheaper still, with free delivery. It's in the refrigerator today.

We will use the money we saved to install another garage-door opener, as my wife can struggle with the large commercial doors we have on our building. We have one opener that we got fixed for free, and the company was ready to install another but the German supplier's parts have doubled because of the stupid tariffs from Washington.  We found a US-built option that is not as fancy, which is fine, but reported to be durable and comes with a warranty.

Anything but the planned obsolescence we see in modern appliances, particularly those built in the US or sold by US firms. The not-very-old GE hums on, meanwhile.

Image: Creative-Commons license, spares-direct-oldham.co.uk 

Delayed Gratification and Wasted Money

I hate gambling. I think it preys upon the poor and the impulsive. It reveals a deeper problem.

When I saw a young man in the convenience store putting dollar after dollar into the "skills game" machine, I tried not to wince. No, it's a gambling machine, not a skills machine. That would be the arcade games I played, for a few bucks in quarters, 40  years ago. 

This was not just a few minutes of harmless fun. He was playing to win, round after game. 

The House always wins, kid. You can read about the state legislature's latest bill on this subject, if you wish. 

I try to avoid the political here, but it saddens me to see what I regard as a urban problem flower out here, where lots of folks still work with their hands or work the land. 

The fellow punching buttons on the "skill game" was strong-looking, the sort I'd pay 20 bucks an hour in cash for manual labor, plus feed him lunch and give him gas money. My late father-in-law would have said "I'll find him work to do." I have 300' feet of fence to put in and last weekend, I was lucky to get a former neighbor to help me pound in 30 T-posts. Yet I cannot find folks I trust to pay to do that. One lad who came out--in shorts and tennis shoes--lasted one whole day and never returned. I'm three times his age and wore him out.

We are picky about who we invite onto our land. We don't trust day-laborers unless we know them already. It's a sad reality of a time when too many people lead precarious lives, make bad choices, and have substance-abuse issues. Trust must be earned, not assumed.

In any case, at the store I wanted to tell the young man "put 50 bucks down at Charles Schwab and get a share of Tractor Supply. In six or seven years it will be worth 100 dollars."

He'd think I came from Mars. His addiction to that one-armed bandit shows that he's not one to wait for returns. I may be too cruel. Perhaps he's living like so many Americans, from paycheck to paycheck.

That said, American life exists now in the age of instant gratification. It's changed the labor market since COVID.

My friends who run a local Chinese place are closing shop after this week; they can no longer find any help to provide table service and they are worn out. The husband runs the kitchen alone; the wife runs the bar and their daughter handles the take-out orders. Their son runs errands. I hear from lots of restaurant owners the same complaint: no one wants to work their hours at any hourly rate and it's hard to pay a living wage on restaurant margins.  I don't mind the mandatory service fees I'm seeing on checks now, either.

Of course more folks may soon be on the job market. Our server at a pub in Williamsburg, VA had a career as a graphic designer until AI replaced her; she's the second designer I've met who had to leave the field.

In such an economy, setting money aside to get us through old age is a tall order, especially in a culture that discouraged thrift. I sound like an old fart, but I feel that there's something to the idea that social media and what Sherry Turkle calls "always-on, always-on-you" technology have made us a nation of emulators, who want to party like influencers and live like high-rollers. We were already consumers. Now, in short, we want all that stuff and that lifestyle without waiting to earn it.

I prefer what we Lebanese-Americans refer to as our "side hustles." We make a bit of money here, a bit more there, and sock it away. If there's hope, and I think there is, it comes those like a recent student who, at 21 years old, puts $25 dollars away monthly in a mutual fund. She knows what it will be worth in 40 years. The son of the Chinese restaurant owners wants to become a mechanic. He knows it will pay well and provide a lifelong career, and he loves cars as much as I do.

I wish there were more like them. I would wager--yes, wager--that they'd let me hire them to hang fence on T-posts any day of the week, even if they lacked the stamina to pound those posts into the ground.

 That's reason to hope. As Spring unfolds here, and chores get done, I'll keep hoping for other changes on the wind.

Creative commons image courtesy of Pennlive. 

Thinking Little With Wendell Berry

Last year, I picked up my first volume of Wendell Berry's essays. I'd read some of his poetry, but until recently, not the prose.

I found a kindred tractorpunk, even if Berry and his son work their land with animals. I'll point you to one essay in particular, "Think Little," that can be found free of charge at the Web site for the Wendell Berry Center. In particular I want to note a couple of his premises, ones that could be adapted to a Distributist lifestyle even in a big city:

• "The Confucian Great Digest says that the 'chief way for the production of wealth' (and he is talking about real goods, not money) is 'that the producers be many and that the mere consumers be few…. ' ”  To me this means that in a Distributist economy, rather than a Corporatist or Socialist one, we all are makers. We trade, barter, and yes, pay in currency when we must. Above all, we avoid credit.
• "Our model citizen is a sophisticate who before puberty understands how to produce a baby, but who at the age of thirty will not know how to produce a potato." Stunningly true, even if I struggle to grow white potatoes still. Barbara Dalmrosch said something similar in her wonderful book The Garden Primer: we can make change happen by growing just one thing we like to eat. That could be the potted basil on your apartment balcony. Start little, think little, but imagine big as you influence others.
• "[T]he remedies are not always obvious, though they certainly will always be difficult. They require a new kind of life-harder, more laborious, poorer in luxuries and gadgets, but also, I am certain, richer in meaning and more abundant in real pleasure. To have a healthy environment we will all have to give up things we like; we may even have to give up things we have come to think of as necessities." It's a small task to learn to repair or hold on to common items; I just refurbished my old phone rather than give into Verizon's seductive texts (now blocked) to upgrade it (at more than $250 per month).  A $20 case, some hours removing photos and apps so I could update the OS, and now I have a phone that will last me a few more years without incurring more e-waste or personal bills.
• "Odd as I am sure it will appear to some, I can think of no better form of personal involvement in the cure of the environment than that of gardening. A person who is growing a garden, if he is growing it organically, is improving a piece of the world." Not odd at all, and certainly less odd than when Berry wrote the essay. Most folks I know keep some kind of garden now, often with local varieties of plants and some food crops. 

I've gotten too critical of urban and suburban life at times. I still could never imagine living in suburbia, though I know some suburbanites who are minimalists and avoid the rat-races of conspicuous consumption and look-just-like-the-Joneses conformity. Moreover, the 'burbs of the 2020s are not those of the 1950s or 70s. You'll find local markets and businesses aplenty, from a halal grocer I frequent next to my locally-owned Yoga studio, to a locally-run bakery or three. I have found cobblers who still fix shoes, tailors who mend clothing, a great local bar, and places that repair small electronics or engines. 

 I'll end with Berry's prescription for change:

"We are going to have to gather up the fragments of knowledge and responsibility that we have parceled out to the bureaus and the corporations and the specialists, and we are going to have to put those fragments back together again in our own minds and in our families and households and neighborhoods. We need better government, no doubt about it. But we also need better minds, better friendships, better marriages, better communities. We need persons and households that do not have to wait upon organizations, but can make necessary changes in themselves, on their own."

Can we do this? We have to. The philosophy should appeal to Libertarians of the earth-loving rather than broligarch sort, too. 

You may, like me, have already started. I'll be at a Board of Supervisors meeting next week to mention the economic madness of building soon-to-fail giant data centers in our county. We are involved in a law suit against this plan, a concept voted down by supervisors in the counties north and east of us. If we don't try, we lose by default. Yet if we lose, we keep trying. Onward.

 

The Last X You Will Ever Buy

Sobering, isn't it? At age 65, I confront a strangely comforting dilemma: Many of the thing I buy or do will outlive me. That Deodar Cedar in between us and the road? It will be big when I'm in my 80s, but if climate-change and future residents allow, it will still be growing bigger in the 22nd Century.

If my tree-planting is for the next generation, as well as an "up yours" to the greedy idiocy of denying human-driven climate change, then buying things that last a long time constitutes a statement about economics and frugality. 

Every time we acquire a vehicle, and I'm addicted to clean used vehicles, I say "this one will be here when I ain't." And now when a tool wears out, I start shopping for something that will be in my estate sale. I've written here about the wisdom of getting only vehicles that are friendly for DIY work. That philosophy applies to many things, big and small.

Last week, the first circular saw I'd every owned, a basic Skil purchased in the early 1990s for under $50, gave up the ghost. I could have ordered a new trigger (the motor works still) but stands far from my late father-in-law's Porter-Cable belt sander, a Gibraltar-like device that commands reverence and weighs about 40 pounds. I got a new trigger for that one. It should last another 40 years. The Skil is a cheap tool that lasted a long time because I am careful with my tools, cleaning them and never, ever loaning a tool or vehicle to anyone unless I use it for the borrower.

The saw's replacement is a DeWalt saw. Instead of an $80 Skil, I spent another $100 and got a saw that rips paneling like a hot knife though butter. The handle fits my big hands well, and the trigger design is sure and solid. These features matter after you work with a saw for a few hours.

I really like the DeWalt's corded tools, but I've sworn off the cordless ones because the company changes battery designs regularly and I had to find third-party batteries from China (when I can in these crazy times) to keep a set of 2008 tools running. 

Planned obsolescence violates every fiber of my being.There was a time when a good tool meant a lifetime investment; that's the case for the sander I noted, as well as some of the shop tools we own. My Bosch Miter-box and Delta table saws should survive me (I bought the latter from an estate, in fact). I attended a farm show where a craftsman used a spoke-shave from the middle of the 18th Century; George III was boss here when that tool was made. He told me it would go to a child with an interest in woodworking, as it has been passed down for over 250 years.

I just wonder: if we thought of purchasing as much as possible items that would outlast us, how much healing would that do for the environment? Moreover, how much would it rebuke the purveyors of cheaply made, disposable goods? We would have to save up for a quality item. Wendell Berry made that this sort of durability and longevity tests for a sustainable economy.

When the current stupid era ends with an inevitable economic crash, I wonder if we might return to the Distributist principles of localism, frugality, and durability.

I'll be cutting boards and waiting to see. 

 

A Simple Ceiling-Fan Hack

Admitting something obvious, something you did not know before, should be counted as wisdom. Let's hope. I just learned a means of using our ceiling fans to best circulate warm air through our home, in wood-stove season.

In Winter, set the fan to rotate clockwise, which pushes hot air trapped near the ceiling down and draws air near the floor upward. In summer, set the fan counterclockwise, to push air down and give you that lovely fanning effect. Run your fans low, and yes, even if you have central heat and air, running them will reduce your bills.

Of course, mine were set backward, by me.  How to change the direction? Find a small button on the fan housing; you'll need a ladder. Some newer fans with remotes likely have that feature, but I'm averse to anything that I must use a remote control to master.

Hack that fan and stay warm. It's my favorite time of year. 

Silly question: same trick south of the equator? Sure. 

image credit: pexels.com 

Never, Ever Give Up on Fixing Something

I learned a great deal from my Depression-Era parents and grandparents not to throw things away needlessly. That habit can lead to hoarding, but in my case, my Type-A personality tends to sort things and only toss or recycle what can possibly have no future use. I find all sorts of useful items tossed out in city alleys, when working on my rental property. Many I have repaired and put back into service.

Sometimes, however, I still make mistakes. 

A few times this month, I nearly spend money needlessly. It's a lesson to 1) read the instruction manual on appliances and 2) Watch more YouTube videos.

First it was our lightweight Shark Vacuum, a well-rated device we'd paid decent money to buy at a big-box store. It simply stopped running. A quick check on YouTube and a vacuum-repair site showed me a second filter in the body of the machine. In ours, it was completely clogged. In five minutes, the machine ran again, saving us perhaps $800 on a new vacuum we'd been eyeing.  For under $30, we purchased new filters to keep the old vacuum going for (I hope) many years.

Then it was house paint, something that costs forty dollars a gallon or more already, not considering how ill-conceived presidential tariffs may influence prices soon for so many things we buy. I have saved a lot of paint for a decade that was used when renovating our rental property, but a good deal of it came in older metal cans. These rust, unlike newer plastic paint cans. Some paint had to be tossed out, but I carefully opened two cans, salvaging what I could and finding the paint still viable. I put the remainder into plastic jars saved from the kitchen, in case our tenant needs more touch-ups.

I was ready to get a new range for the rental house too; the oven door had gotten liquid between its two glass panes. It proved tedious work but I removed the door, disassembled it, and cleaned the glass. Now it again looks nearly new. The culprit? The door's handle was loose, and the handle seals the top of the door assembly. My last tenant must have burned something in the oven, so steam worked its way into the door's innards.

Finally, I was faced with hard water and stained porcelain. Our commodes looked horrible because of our well water, as did our shower floor. No amount of scrubbing with brushes and Barkeeper's Friend (or more caustic products) would clean things.  I was about to purchase two new commodes and consider re-tiling the shower when I read about pumice blocks. Suffice to say that these did the job, for under $10. The grout in the shower and the basin in the commodes look clean again. The shower will take constant vigilance, and here Barkeeper's friend with pumice and a small brush for nooks and crannies made showering a pleasure again.

 Learn about your house and vehicles. From an HVAC tech I learned how to unclog a drain-tube in our heat pump; last year that saved me an expensive service-call. Then I learned to flush my hot-water heaters annually, too. Do you know how to do that? It can save you hundreds of dollars in deferred replacement costs, since it extends the life of the heater. 

The economy looks shaky to this cheapskate, with lots of wishful thinking and tomfoolery of crypto-currency that screams "Charles Ponzi" at me.  I suspect that hard times lie ahead for spendthrift nation that is so poorly led. What can you do now to save money on repairs and replacements? Might be time to read that owner's manual again, or maybe for the first time. 

 

 

I Can't Get That Part: What to Do?

Though one of the primary rules for this blog has been "no politics," I am going to sound out about tariffs, in general. In my Macroeconomics class way back, we studied how they tend to punish the populace of the nation that levies them, especially when import-substitution may take years or decades to accomplish. 

Our 2006 Honda needs bushings for the rear differential. Our 2003 Silverado needs oxygen sensors. Both are DIY jobs, but the Honda's work will be tedious so I asked a mechanic doing some brake-work to replace the bushings.

 "Sure, if I can get the parts," came the reply.

That prompted me to order the Oxygen sensors for the pickup NOW. I'm certain they are Chinese made. I think lots of Americans are panic-buying ahead of the tariffs taking effect, hedging their bets against chaos. Costco the other day was rather feral.

But let's play along with our so-called leader for a moment. In particular I want to test his crazy notion that we can bring manufacturing back home fast.

Let's say I wanted to open Tractorpunk Bushings LLC tomorrow. I'd apply for a loan, find a location in a light-industrial park, purchase equipment. In theory, I might get my first bushings molded and listed for sale in a year. But how many could I produce, even if one could 3D print them in polyurethane or rubber? And how would I buy rights to bushings patented by major manufacturers, domestic or foreign?  Where might I find employees skilled at running the machinery, which these days requires computer skills? I'd need someone to manage the advertising, shipping, and order fulfillment.

And how many vehicles in need of bushings are on the roads and in the fields of this nation?

 As a Distributist, I think we should have local manufacturers: tens of thousands making and selling things from open-source designs licensed in the Creative Commons. I could even foresee a galaxy of small firms building a hundred cars and trucks locally each year, based on low-tech utilitarian models with good pollution controls and safety features. Customers wanting high-tech or luxury in their vehicles would pay more or pay a specialist to come to Tractorpunk Cottage Motors to install that infotainment system or leather heated seats.

My idea goes back to something I wrote about before: vehicles have gotten too complex and it's best to buy a really old one and fix it yourself if possible. YouTube makes that work. Where do you think I learned to change O2 sensors and bushings? The best videos come from small companies that sell the parts. But where do they get them?

My Distributist alternate reality for a million cottage fabricators would be even harder than the Free-Market, patent-driven Capitalist model I described. 

So for now, stock up and watch YouTube. You may have to DIY things for a while. If you are serious, invest in jack-stands, a creeper, work light, and a good set of wrenches. You are going to need them.

Plant a garden too. Learn to can and dehydrate. Save seeds. Think about how to defend yourself. Meet your neighbors and share work, without talking politics or religion. Put down the phone on which you are doom-scrolling, turn off the TV for a few hours, and learn a craft for making, mending, sewing, knitting, building.

These are troubling times. I don't see them improving without a crisis of the sort we in the States have not witnessed in many, many decades.

This post may be one of the gentlest slams on our leadership, such as it is, as you will ever read. Maybe we should be screaming. I think we will, once the real price of arbitrary tariffs sink in and cut into our household budgets.