Paul Williams is Still Alive

Last night on Netflix I came upon a movie called Paul Williams: Still Alive and, more intrigued, I must say, by the typeface on the poster than by any strong memory of Paul Williams, I started to watch.

And then, all of a sudden, my childhood started to flood back.

Paul Williams, it turns out, was a part of almost every piece of pop culture during my childhood through the 1970s and 1980s, a pop culture that is perhaps best encapsulated in this 1978 episode of Hollywood Squares, one that featured Harvey Korman, Rose Marie, Loretta Lynn, Melissa Gilbert, George Gobel, Karen Lynn Gorney, John Amos, and Paul Lynde. And Paul Williams.

Through that collection of stars you get everything: the Dick Van Dyke Show, Good Times, Little House on the Prairie, Carol Burnett. Throw in a couple of Love Boat episodes and you’ve touched on all the TV we watched as kids.

Oh, and by the way, Paul Williams wrote the lyrics to the Love Boat theme.

And, of course, much of the American songbook over those decades, including Rainbow Connection, and Rainy Days and Mondays.

And, more recently, Touch, from the Daft Punk album Random Access Memories.

You see Paul Williams, as the film’s title suggests, is very much alive.

And in making a movie about him, Kessler has also made a movie about my childhood. And my adulthood. And about friendship and taking risks and rising again.

It’s a wonderful watch, and I highly recommend that you seek it out.

"Who the hell would leave their credit card at the cash register anyway," he thought to himself...

Over the course of my weekend spent obsessed with snow and ice removal, I made several trips to Sherwood Home Hardware.

On my first trip, to buy an extension ladder, I paid with my MasterCard.

I remember, while I was paying, seeing a sign on every cash register alerting the cashiers to make sure that customers didn’t leave their credit or debit cards in the machine.

And I remember thinking “who the hell would do that?”

Later in the day I returned to Home Hardware to buy some ice melter, and went to pay with my MasterCard.

But it wasn’t in my wallet.

I phoned home.

It wasn’t there.

“I must have left it somewhere,” I said to myself.

And I paid with my debit card instead.

Out in the parking lot, I mentally retraced my steps, and realized that the last place I’d paid with my MasterCard had been at the selfsame Home Hardware.

So I went back inside.

“I didn’t happen to leave a MasterCard here earlier today, did I?”, I asked.

The friendly cashier rooted around in the lost and found drawer and quickly located a MasterCard.

“What’s your name?”, she asked.

“Peter Rukavina,” I replied.

She handed me my card.

I thanked her profusely, and related the irony of my earlier disbelief that anyone could be so stupid as to leave their credit card in the store.

On my way toward the door, the other cashier, the one who I’d bought the ice melter from just moments earlier, chimed in.

“Did you say your name was Peter Rukavina?”, she asked.

“Yes,” I replied, with some trepidation.

“You forgot your debit card here too, just a minute ago.”

So, not once, but twice.

Who the hell would do that?

Damn Ice Dams: A Weekend Spent

It snowed. And snowed. And snowed. Over a metre of snow over a couple of weeks. So that by last weekend our back yard looked like this:

Back yard + Snow

That’s a 5 foot fence, to give you a sense of the how deep the snow is.

And that’s a tree, not a bush.

And so we ended up with a lot of snow on our roof.

And with my eye off the ball, paying attention to the snow on the ground, not the snow on the roof, we started to get ice dams forming along the gutters.

By Friday afternoon we started to fear that the ice dams would result in water getting into our house, and so it was time for evasive action.

Catherine made a round of calls to teams of shovelers that we’d used before, but we were not alone in our plight and they all replied with “maybe we can get to you by Monday.”

So it was up to me.

Feeble old me. Action.

Plan A: Find the Ladder

It would make sense to keep our extension ladder inside the house so as to be accessible for times like this. And so, of course, we did not do this. And so the ladder was – the theory went, anyway – out in the back yard under the aforementioned 5 feet of snow.

As it was still somewhat mild and the snow somewhat malleable on Friday evening, I headed out with a shovel in hand on an archeological dig along the right side of the yard.  I dug two very deep holes and came up empty. If the ladder was down there, I didn’t find it.

I did, however, manage to give myself a mild wrist sprain.

It goes without saying that our roof rake was in the back shed, similarly inaccessible.

Plan B: Buy a Ladder

With Friday night’s ladder-finding a washout, on Saturday I suspended all normal market-going activities and headed out to find a ladder, a roof rake and some ice melter.

Sherwood Home Hardware had a very nice ladder, but no roof rake, so I bought the ladder, squeezed it into the car, and headed on to Kent Building Supplies in the suburbs to see if they had any roof rakes.

They didn’t.

But, thankfully, Sherwood BMR did, and the staff there proved remarkably helpful to boot.

The roof rake, I am happy to report, is the king of all the roof rakes: made by Garant it’s called the Yukon and it has several advantages over the roof rakes we all know and loathe: first, it’s got an oval-shaped main shaft, which means that even at fully-extended length it’s remarkably stable; second, its handle is telescoping, so there’s no losing the extension arms, and making it longer and shorter is an easy “press the button and slide in and out.” I heartily recommend this rake to anyone who needs one.

Find Pantyhose

This Old House recommends filling old pantyhose with salt and placing them on ice dams to create channels for water to flow out. As the alternative was going at the ice dams with an axe, I decided to try this out.

But nobody in our house wears pantyhose.

So I sent Catherine out to find some, and she ended up buying out the dollar store’s entire inventory, at $2 a pair.

Married with the ice melter I bought at Home Hardware, I was ready to go.

Target One: The Vestibule

I decided to start with an easy win. Our front vestibule, as you can see here, had its own share of snow on it:

Vestibule Snow

So, armed with the roof rake, I went to town.

It took about 30 minutes, but the roof rake proved up to the task, and I had the vestibule roof down to bare shingles when I was done.  I sprinkled some ice melter in the gutters to judge its effectiveness, and moved to the back mud room.

Target Two: The Mud Room

At this point the photographic evidence is rare, as I was in the throes of work.

We have a mud room off the back of the house that’s about the same size as the vestibule at the front, but with a flat roof with a very gentle slope. So it accumulates a lot of snow. It also happens to be an excellent staging ground for attacking the snow-laden back roof the house, so it was my next target.

This was a bigger job because there was more snow, because I needed to use the new ladder, in stepladder-mode, to get all of the the snow off, and because I had to stop and shovel the snow off the back deck regularly to keep the back door clear and to give me room to work.

But after an hour or so, the mud room roof was clear, and I was ready to move higher and riskier.

Fear of Heights

Intellectually, I am not afraid of heights. But when faced with a task like “hop up on that slippery roof with some sharp implements and do some physical work to which you are unaccustomed” I was given some pause.

But I forged on.

With the roof rake I was able to pull a fair amount of the snow from the edges of the back roof, but I couldn’t reach very far up the roof, and I couldn’t really do anything about the ice. So I sucked up my courage, climbed up the ladder, and gingerly shimmied up the mud room roof.

Once I got to the back roof’s edge, I was in a good vantage point to pull off a lot more snow, and to go all This Old House on the ice dams.

What ensued was a 4 or 5 hour adventure of rake, shovel, scrape, pantyhose + salt, wait, rake, etc. In the end I was only able to make the barest dent in the mountains of snow and ice, but at least it felt like I was doing something.


Because of my all-consuming attention to snow and ice on Saturday, I’d neglected to go grocery shopping, so the house was left without eggs, which meant no Sunday morning waffles. Something that Oliver made sure I knew about:

No Waffles

Waffleless, I returned, nonetheless, to the snow and ice battle.

I made a little more headway on Sunday afternoon on both the back and front, but we were already starting to see some water in our front and back second-floor bedrooms – not great torrents, but enough to be worrisome – and so we concluded that it was time to return to the task of finding professionals.

Catherine made another round of calls, and managed to find a couple of teams that could at least come and “take a look” on Monday morning.

And then our PEI Mutual Insurance claims man made a courtesy call – we’re not covered for ice dam damage under our home insurance policy, but we’d called anyway and he offered to drop by. It was, he told us, one of a number of similar calls over the weekend, and we took some solace in the fact that we weren’t the worst house he’d seen that day. He made a few recommendations for additional help – Ford’s Mobile Wash might be able to steam the gutters, for example – and went off into the night.

Mehrnoosh Saves the Day

At this point I reached out to my friend Mehrnoosh, who’s much more plugged into the Charlottetown-area trades than we are, to see if anyone he knew might help us out.

He immediately sprang into action and by Monday morning at the crack of dawn he had a crew of pros lined up and due to arrive at the house at 9:30. Which they did.

And they sprang to work.

On the front, they started with this:

Front Roof with Snow

and, midway through the job, it looked like this:

Roof with less snow

And by mid-afternoon, our back roof was in much better shape too:

Back Roof free(er) of snow

It’s hard to get a sense from that photo of just how dramatic an improvement that was from the situation they started with, but here’s what the mound of snow and ice they removed – or at least part of it – looked like on the ground:

Mound of snow and ice

In the end they were on the roof from about 9:30 a.m. to 1:30 p.m. with two teams, one on the back and one on the front. Both sides are clear of snow now, and they axed out a large part of the ice dam too.

Pantyhose Redux

Did the This Old House technique with ice-melter-filled pantyhose actually do any good?

It’s hard to tell. There was certainly some ice-melting that resulted, but when I compare the amount of effort needed to buy and haul the bags of ice melter, to assemble the melter-filled pantyhose legs, and to get them up on the roof, it wasn’t worth the effort: they made a tiny dent in a problem that needed a substantial solution – removing all the ice and the snow that was driving the ice. We might have received an few hours of water infiltration freedom by redirecting some of the water, but I was only able reach about 1/10th of the gutter surface, and to fully implement this solution would have required 10x more ice melter, 10x more pantyhose, and a lot more ladder dexterity.

So it’s not an exercise we’re likely to repeat.

Where to from here?

With more snow coming later this week – and winter not over, practically speaking, until April? May? – we’re at least better-equipped to deal with the situation now: I can clear the snow with the monster roof rake after every storm and, touch wood, that should be enough to keep new ice dams from forming.

Once winter’s over, this will be the summer that we address the larger issue, perhaps raising and changing the pitch of the back roof, getting a new roof on the entire house with a water barrier, and adding insulation and venting where it needs to go.

Dog, Ethan Dog

Section 2.1 of the City of Charlottetown Dog Control Bylaw says:

Any dog owner residing in the City who does not register a dog with the Clerk on or before the 31st day of March in each year, and does not pay a license fee as set out in Schedule “A” annexed to this Bylaw, is guilty of an offence.

We picked up our 2015 dog tag for Ethan this morning, well in advance of the March 31st deadline, and Ethan was assigned dog tag number 007, which suggests that there are a lot of dogs remaining unregistered this year.

Oliver is iffy on whether Ethan will be allowed to leave his side to attend to his MI-6 duties.

Ethan's 2015 Dog Tag

7 Million Dump Trucks

Wikipedia tells us that the surface area of Prince Edward Island is 5,660 km2.

The square root of 5,660 is 75.23, meaning that, if reconfigured to be a square, PEI would be 75.23 km by 75.23 km.

NASA tells us that “freshly-fallen snow has a density of 50 kg/m3.”

One centimeter of freshly-fallen snow on a 75.23 km by 75.23 km box is a cube that’s 7,523,000 cm by 7,523,000 cm by 1 cm.

That’s a cube that’s 56,595,529,000,000 cm3 or 56,595,529 m3.

At 50 kg/m3 that means that a one centimeter snowfall on Prince Edward Island has a mass of 2,829,776,450 kg, which is 2,829,776.45 metric tons.

So an 86 cm fall of snow has a mass of 226,382,116 metric tons.

Dump trucks vary, but it seems their capacity is around 32 metric tons, so that’s about 7 million dump trucks worth of snow.

Is my math correct?