I actually thought that Graham might be home today - 1 day early. He's been to Indiana and to Massachusetts so far. Two trips - what he normally does in a week. Instead, he's on his way to Petersburg, Virginia!!!! This means that it will likely be Later Saturday or perhaps early Sunday morning when he finally gets home.
I still hate trucking, however, this does allow me to spend extra time working on my jewelry. I am starting to sell some of my pieces - just a few sales right now, but they are increasing. While it is hard to part with some of the pieces, it is nice to be making some money from this business.
I've started a slide show of some of my work. For those who want to see more, please check out my store on Etsy:
http://www.etsy.com/shop/NancysBeadArtistry
Thursday, 29 July 2010
Saturday, 17 July 2010
I Hate Trucking
As most of you know, Graham returned to driving a truck in April - not because he wanted to, but because we needed him to. So far, it hasn't been too bad - he leaves Monday morning and is usually home sometime on Friday. That is, until this week's comedy of errors.
He started Monday off as usual - delivering his load from last week (in North York). Then he waited, and waited, and waited. Finally, at 6:00 he was sent to Mitchell for a pickup first thing Tuesday morning for delivery in Massachusetts. Flash forward to Tuesday morning - the order that he is supposed to pickup doesn't exist! Again with the waiting and finally back to Cambridge to pick up a load going to ...... (wait for it)......... Fargo, North Dakota. Do you know how far away that is????? In case you don't, it is almost 1800 km - EACH WAY!
Now, this story isn't done yet. Finally, he arrives in Fargo late Wednesday - too late to deliver that day. The load is delivered Thursday morning and he picks up the first half of a return load somewhere in Minnesota on Thursday, however, is too late to pick up the second half. There he is, waiting again. Come Friday morning - the company where he is supposed to pick up denies any knowledge of his pick-up. Apparently it took a few hours to sort that one out (there was no pick-up there) and off he was sent to his second pickup #2. When I talked to him at 9:00 last night, he was still waiting to get loaded!!! Guess when he's going to get home - somewhere in the wee small hours of tomorrow morning. What a comedy of errors.
THIS IS TRUCKING and I hate it!!!!!!!!
He started Monday off as usual - delivering his load from last week (in North York). Then he waited, and waited, and waited. Finally, at 6:00 he was sent to Mitchell for a pickup first thing Tuesday morning for delivery in Massachusetts. Flash forward to Tuesday morning - the order that he is supposed to pickup doesn't exist! Again with the waiting and finally back to Cambridge to pick up a load going to ...... (wait for it)......... Fargo, North Dakota. Do you know how far away that is????? In case you don't, it is almost 1800 km - EACH WAY!
Now, this story isn't done yet. Finally, he arrives in Fargo late Wednesday - too late to deliver that day. The load is delivered Thursday morning and he picks up the first half of a return load somewhere in Minnesota on Thursday, however, is too late to pick up the second half. There he is, waiting again. Come Friday morning - the company where he is supposed to pick up denies any knowledge of his pick-up. Apparently it took a few hours to sort that one out (there was no pick-up there) and off he was sent to his second pickup #2. When I talked to him at 9:00 last night, he was still waiting to get loaded!!! Guess when he's going to get home - somewhere in the wee small hours of tomorrow morning. What a comedy of errors.
THIS IS TRUCKING and I hate it!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, 7 July 2010
Muir Woods and The Coastal Highway
We considered Wednesday our last day of "freedom" prior to the start of the convention. We wanted one day of relaxation before getting down to work.
We chose to spend our final sightseeing day visiting Muir Woods, which is the last large stand of coastal redwoods left in California. redwoods are a close relative of the sequoia, however, they are taller than sequoias. They are not nearly as big in diameter. The redwoods in Muir Woods are at least as old as 1000 years - please note the picture of the cross-section. This tree fell in 1909 and based on the "story of the rings", the tree was "born" in the year 909. These trees can even withstand fire and continue to grow.
Many of the trees have strange-looking growths on them. These grotesque growths are called burls and are full of seeds - when these pods burst open, a small forest of baby redwoods begins to grow at the foot of the mother tree.
When we were finished at Muir Woods we decided to drive part of the northern coastal highway. Like the city of San Francisco, the fog rolls in and out all along the highway.The scenery is breathtaking. I can't imagine living here and being able to surround myself with this scenery day in and day out.
We chose to spend our final sightseeing day visiting Muir Woods, which is the last large stand of coastal redwoods left in California. redwoods are a close relative of the sequoia, however, they are taller than sequoias. They are not nearly as big in diameter. The redwoods in Muir Woods are at least as old as 1000 years - please note the picture of the cross-section. This tree fell in 1909 and based on the "story of the rings", the tree was "born" in the year 909. These trees can even withstand fire and continue to grow.
Many of the trees have strange-looking growths on them. These grotesque growths are called burls and are full of seeds - when these pods burst open, a small forest of baby redwoods begins to grow at the foot of the mother tree.
When we were finished at Muir Woods we decided to drive part of the northern coastal highway. Like the city of San Francisco, the fog rolls in and out all along the highway.The scenery is breathtaking. I can't imagine living here and being able to surround myself with this scenery day in and day out.
Sunday, 4 July 2010
Yosemite
On Tuesday, we made the drive to Yosemite National Park. On the drive there, we discovered that, in California, this sign, truly means "Curves Ahead". As we drove higher and higher into the mountains, the road became a series of back and forth curves - so much so that we were able to look back and see where we had been.The road was a little scary - nothing between us and the edge and a straight drop down.The day was beautiful - sunny and mid 60's temperature. Imagine our surprise to find about a foot of snow on the ground in the park despite the beautiful, sunny, warm day
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