No Longer Bi-Polar
They came and removed the old pole today--not quite such a lengthy process as putting in the new one, but they had to attach a great many things, make sure everything was still attached to the houses surrounding, and then they used a chainsaw to hack off manageable chunks of pole.
Afterward, when we were uni-polar again, I checked. The new pole smells like creosote, Dave. YG loved the smell...(she saw me sniff the pole and had to come see what I was doing). I wonder what this tells me about her?
Afterward, when we were uni-polar again, I checked. The new pole smells like creosote, Dave. YG loved the smell...(she saw me sniff the pole and had to come see what I was doing). I wonder what this tells me about her?
posted by Madeleine Robins at 12:39 AM
4 Comments:
It tells you she's a primate.
---L.
Primates love creosote? Live and learn.
Something like that.
Dave Smeds said:
Creosote is not one of my favorite smells. And it takes quite a while for a new utility pole to lose its stench.
On the other hand, that wood is going to last a long time now, in spite of S.F.'s foggy climate.
One of the great things about the redwood lumber from northern California -- or at least it applies to the old-growth stuff -- is that it doesn't have to be treated with creosote to resist rot. But I'm glad they don't waste good redwood to make utility poles. Or at least, I don't think they do.
Up in the forests in Mendocino and Humboldt Counties, there are bridges built in the 1800s over creeks in the midst of all the rainfall, branch drip, and fog that are still solid and sound and showing no signs of rot.
Is this enough rambling, or what?
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