Showing posts with label Kay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kay. Show all posts

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Rin-do


Logging roads. After the typhoon last week, the logging road up the mountain across the river from the house was a bit damaged. Which was not so good for me, since I had to use it to bring some more wood down. I wish I had thought to take pictures of the bad spots before I spent an hour shoveling fill into a one meter deep rut. But here is one of the not so bad spots.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Japan Quake Day One

Just a normal Friday afternoon. I was in my school getting ready for the first student at 3:00 when a deep bass rumble started. I could feel it as much as I could hear it. Usually Takahagi has pretty small earthquakes. Not too much to worry about. But for some reason, this one felt different. I headed for my backdoor. A few seconds later the shaking started. It threw me against the door as a roaring sound began. I sprinted down the steps to the street, just wanting to get into the open. The traffic signal in front of my school was swinging like a pendulum as I raced across the street to the bank parking lot. Then the shaking stopped. All the people around asked each other if they were OK. Then the next phase happened. More, and much larger shaking began and continued for what felt like minutes. The facade on the building next to me crumbled to the street. A large limestone block garden wall crashed onto the sidewalk. Roofing tiles cascaded off of the houses all around. The concrete sheathing on an antique warehouse shattered, releasing a huge cloud of dust. Windows up and down the street cracked, or some even exploded in showers of glass. The traffic lights went out. And then it was quiet. Sirens. People crying. Voices raised in wonder that they were still safe. Then leaders arose from the crowd, marshalling people away from broken glass, and out of buildings. Thousands of cell phones came out of pockets as people tried to contact loved ones. But the miracle was, look as I might, there were no injured people in sight! Thank you God!

As I went back into my school to assess the damage, I got off so lucky. Shelves had toppled, plants were strewn on the floor, a window had opened itself- but no breakage! Not as single coffee cup or plate glass window. A strong afershock convinced me that being in the building was not a good option, so I locked the doors, got in my K-truck and headed for home. The route home was littered by fallen bricks and roof tiles. A power line was draped over the road with just enough clearance for my truck. But a hundred meters or so further on, a meter high fault ran across the road. I turned back and chose a different route. This time I made it to the road coming off of our mountain, and saw my wife's car approaching the intersection. I flashed my lights to signal her, and we had an emotional reunion by the side of  the road. We calmed down a bit, and headed back up the mountain toward our house. Boulders, some up to a meter across had fallen here and there across the road. Luckily, most of them had enough momentum to carry them across the road and rest against the guardrail, leaving the road passable. We reached our house and stopped in a field. I ran up to the house to check on some damage, and to remove the woodfire from the house. I stepped inside and flipped the light switch. Of course, nothing happened. I made my way to the living room. Again, all the items from shelves had fallen to the floor. The bricks from behind the woodstove had fallen, and the woodstove, still burning merrily had rotated in place about 30 degrees! I picked out the burning wood with the fire tongs and put them into the metal ash bucket, sealed it, and took it outside. All the while aftershocks continued at a rate of about one every 3-4 minutes. After that, we continued to my daughter's school to see if she was OK. Cell phones were still unusable, but we could listen to the radio broadcast of the disaster and finally got an idea of the scale of  it. We made it to the school- all the children and staff were fine. Then we headed back home carefully.

At home, since it was still light out, I was able to dig the camping goods out of the shed, along with a large box of candles leftover from my wife's business. So we had light. A dinner of ham and cheese sandwiches was eaten by candlelight and aftershocks which continued. The kids, still in shock, decided to sleep on the living room floor in sleeping bags, and I on the sofa. The baby and wife went to the bedroom. It was hard to sleep with quakes continuing all night long, but we finally got some shuteye.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

24 Hour Hay

I made some hay from yesterday. Man it was easy. Just cut the weeds, spread them on the hot driveway, and load it up 24 hours later.
Of course, this is not a way to make hay for a lot of stock, but if you just want some snacks for your two goats...

Monday, June 7, 2010

Ouch! Two Turkeys Down

R.I.P. Thanksgiving and Christmas (two of the turkeys). Now how do I tell Mike that his two turkeys disappeared?
So sad. Went out to the pen yesterday and found that two turkeys and the aurocana pullet were just gone. Then tonight, when I pulled up in Kay, I saw a white and black cat hanging around the pen. I think it got them. So it is time to get a live trap and contact the humane society.

I hate stray cats, and I don't care who knows it.
Don't let cats outside, and for crying out loud, spay and neuter your pets!

Friday, April 2, 2010

My Friend Kay

I'd like to introduce you to someone special- my good friend Kay.
She's a cute little 22 year old, and she loves to get dirty working on the farm.
She loves to carry giant sacks of leaves in the fall, and in one load she can carry more firewood than we burn in a week in our stove. She never complains about the weather, and is as surefooted as a mountain goat.

She's special.


She's my truck :)

So you see, here in Japan, they call these cab forward micro-trucks "Kei-tora" lit. "Light Truck."
I just call mine "Kay" for short. They are incredibly useful, even though the old ones like mine scream if you push them past 60Km/hour (about 45 mph for the metric impaired). She gets incredibly good gas milage.. She has limited slip differential 4WD (whatever that means) and an AM radio. That is about the extent of her options. If I want to check the oil, I unbuckle the front seat and take it out to access the engine. She is so old I have to stop the truck, get out, and lock the hubs manually before I can put her in 4WD. When I drive her, I have to open the window to stick my elbow out, and I have to bow my legs to fit in the cab. But she's sturdy, clean, and looks good in white- even after Labor Day.

Yep. She's a good 'un. A keeper.