Rain…

The post title pretty much says it all. It has been raining here every day for what seems like 6 months. Okay, maybe two weeks. Point is, it’s hot, humid, wet, and I’m just waiting for a tree to fall on either the shop or the house. Sitting on the porch is uncomfortable because it’s so humid. Sitting inside is uncomfortable because Sandie keeps the thermostat at 12 below 0. So I just keep calm on carry on.

The shop reorganization continues. After pulling a 12-foot-long cabinet off of one side wall, I moved a cabinet from the floor of the back wall to the side, mounted my radial saw inside of it, put a layer of plywood on top, and I’ve now got a bench stretching basically the entire side wall (with a radial saw in one end). I’m planning on taking the existing (kitchen-type) countertop off of the remaining cabinets at the back wall and replacing it with plywood to give myself more useable bench space there. First, though, I’m moving my glue cabinet from one side of the shop to the other – to hang it over the space at the end of the “new” bench on the side wall. It’s a corner cabinet, and I’ve cut it down to just the part containing the lazy Susan. Just trying to figure out the best way to hang it on cleeats now. Trickier to keep it level than I’d anticipated, but I’ll figure it out.

Bench space in the shop,with the radial saw mounted inside a cabinet. Glue cabinet will hang in that corner.

On the “other” home front – my house in Duluth – the water bill has been steadily creeping up over the last few months, and I’m now convinced that I’ve got a leak somewhere, but haven’t been able to find it. I asked Terry, my renter, to put some food coloring in the toilet tanks the other day to see if we can spot a leaky toilet, but I haven’t heard back from him yet. Planning on going over there this weekend to see what I can find (and also to collect rent). I’m really hoping it’s just a leaky toilet. Not looking forward to having to hire a plumber to find and fix a hidden leak.

To Canada and Back

Sandie and I got in the car two Fridays ago (July 5th) and pointed it north for our third annual sojourn to Magnetawan, Ontario. Stayed in Perrysburg, OH, Friday night and arrived at Camp Ulvik mid-afternoon on the 6th.

We spent a week there, doing what people do for a week at The Mag – sitting on the porch or our cabin, jumping in the lake, eating great food, drinking good bourbon (or, in Sandie’s case, wine), playing cards, visiting Parry Sound and Huntsville, eating pierogis from the snack bar in town, and generally relaxing with friends and family. The group this year was composed of Cy, “T,” Jamie Tall and his partner Alee (pronounced “Allie”), Trude and her friend Wayne, and Sandie and myself. An older group (Alee, at 29, was the baby by far), we may have done more sleeping and less “athleting” than in years past, but Jamie, Sandie, Cy, “T” and I did get a couple of hours in on the tennis court late in the week. The fence around the court was replaced (at ridiculous expense) sometime between last summer and this, and it seemed a shame to waste the opportunity.

Sunset on Ahmic Lake

It did rain a couple of times. For the most part, however, the weather was phenomenal. It was pretty drizzly for most of the day Monday or Tuesday, so we all went to Parry Sound and – except for Cy and “T” – we took a 2-hour cruise around the Georgian Bay on the Island Princess. I’d never done that before. It was interesting and a good way to kill a couple of hours. Not something I’d put on a “must do” list by any means. Particularly at $56/person.

There were at least 11 loons in the cove near our cabin, which was pretty sweet. I only heard them a few times, but it’s nice to know that the population is doing okay.

Last Saturday (July 12th), we packed up and hit the road by about 10AM. Crossed back into the States at Port Huron, MI, (the Blue Water Bridge there is terrifyingly high and narrow), and stayed in Lima, OH, Saturday night. Got home at around 7 Sunday evening, much to the joy of Mojo, Sandie’s little dog – and hopefully Joshua and Chamberlain were also pleased to have me back. They were not as ebullient in their happiness as was Mojo.

The 2024 Ulvik Gang

I wasn’t thrilled to get back to work on Monday morning, but fortunately I got another respite on Tuesday. The big boss came over from England, so the service team met him out our office (yes, there’s actually an office in Atlanta), where he went over our new application with us for a few hours and then took us all out for an afternoon of lunch and bowling, It was the first time that I’d ever met three of my 5 co-workers, including my immediate supervisor. The bowling alley SUCKED (after two rolls, I didn’t even try to shoot well), but being able to see people who I’ve only known from Teams meetings for the last two years was nice.

Interviews and Shop Renovations

I was working in my shop last weekend (on the aforementioned closet shelves) and started looking around and seeing wasted space and other inefficiencies. When Sandie bought the house, the shop was outfitted with what were obviously cabinets that had at some point been in a kitchen. There was a long rank of cabinets along the back wall with a kitchen sink in the middle of it. Two ranks of overhead cabinets were mounted on the side walls. Another floor rank ran along one of the walls. And there were a few of basically stand-alone cabinets scattered here and there. They weren’t in the best places, but I guess they were fairly functional, the sink notwithstanding.

Sandie had a long workbench that her father had made, so we put that in the shop as well.

Then Sandie decided to remodel her kitchen….and I added most of THOSE kitchen cabinets to the shop. Took the kitchen island, added some casters, made it a mobile workbench. Moved the other stuff around against the walls. Made a little “L” on one wall. There was, to put it mildly, a lot of counter/bench space – and not a lot of room for anything else.

Over the past couple of years, as I’ve tinkered around with the shop layout, I’ve come to the conclusion that probably 50% of the cabinets are completely unused. And this weekend, I noticed that the long rank of overheads that had been there from the start (in which I’ve been storing lots and lots of paint) are most decidedly bowing in the middle. Add to that the fact that the paint is not very organized, making it difficult to find what’s needed, and I decided that it was time to make some changes.

I haven’t really figured out what those changes will be, but I’m sure that at least THAT set of overheads is coming down and probably being relegated to a pile of scrap wood or a dumpster. First, though, I need a place for the paint. So I build a couple of simple shelf sets out of plywood, which will hang on cleats on the wall. That was my Sunday project. Came out pretty good, and each unit holds 16 gallons of paint. Now all I have to do is figure out where I’m going to hang them. Once I’ve done that, I can commence with taking down that set of cabinets. I have NO idea how I’m going to do that without hurting myself, but it needs to be done, and it will start the process of making a great workshop.

One of the paint storage units I built on Sunday. Much easier to locate the correct paint now…

In other news, we interviewed 5 folks for the director of the GBB job last week. One more to go (next week, when I’m in Canada). No clear leader at this point, and it’s going to be tough to whittle the 6 down to three finalists, who will each take a concert series this year to help us (and the band) decide who gets the gig. Some have very strong administrative skills, others have strong brass band experience. I’m kind of hoping we can get one of the latter as the primary director, and one of the former as an associate.

Wrap for the GBB Season

The GBB finished up our 25th season last night by performing at the annual Euphonium and Tuba Festival (IET). We’ve done this many times before, and IET’s creator is currently one of the applicants to replace Joe. He’s a superb musician and has done a great job over the last 25 years or so at getting his name out there and developing contacts in the brass world, which has Simone wondering if he’s looking at the GBB job as a chance for more self-promotion. I wonder that about several of our applicants, but it’s not a showstopper for me. We need somebody who’ll be able to bring the best out in the band – particularly in terms of dynamics. If they can do that, I don’t care if they’re in it for the band or for themselves, to be honest. As long as they’re committed to actually being there and following through on band commitments, I’m good. One of the applicants let us down a few years ago – bailing as our conductor for personal reasons about a month before we were to compete. Granted, it was a big deal for him. He was to receive the GA teacher of the year award of some such on the same weekend as the competition; but it had us scrambling to find an alternate conductor, and the guy we ended up with really didn’t understand the music. One of the adjudicators was the composer. As the piece was extremely personal to him (the music dealt with an unexpected stroke that he had which left him struggling to do anything, much less compose, for a few years), he was not happy with our lack of interpretation.

At any rate, that applicant will not get my vote.

In other news, yesterday was Juneteenth, which is now a federal holiday, and my company gave us the day off.

I celebrated by attempting to electrocute myself. Actually, no, I didn’t do that. But I DID finally change out a 3-way light switch in our closet for a single-pole switch and removed the other 3-way from the kitchen. Have been meaning to do this for about 6 months, but I’m happily ignorant about anything involving electricity, and I didn’t want to do something that would burn the house down. Thank God for YouTube.’

So after I got that done, I put in a motion detector instead of a switch (in the closet) and began building some shelves that Sandie’s been asking for.

Live From the Straits

It’s Friday morning and I’m in the 14-Foot Shoals cabin at Cheboygan State Park.  Have been here with my friend Sandie Jones since Sunday afternoon, and we’ll be heading back to Atlanta tomorrow morning.  It has been a pretty good week at the cabin.  Temps were unseasonably warm when we arrived – like in the high 60s/low 70s – which had me concerned.  I don’t come this far north to be warm.  Fortunately, it started to cool down by about Tuesday night, and I’ve had a fire going in the cabins stove since then.  I stormed last night and early this morning, and the wind and waves are high right now. Wonderful conditions for my wind game.

Duncan Bay at Cheboygan State Park, MI

At home, work continues on the floors.  I’ve pulled out all of the exisiting flooring on the ground floor (except for the tile in my kitchen pantry) and have begun putting down waterproof laminate oak.  The living room is pretty much done – still need to paint the floor boards and add some quarter-round, and I’m a bit over halfway across the hall and into the kitchen.   One of the first things I’ll need to do when I get home is rent a dumpster to get rid of all the crap that I pulled up from the floors. It’s currently piled in heaps in my music room and garage.

I’ve stained the decking on the deck – still haven’t done the railing.  I guess I should put that on my list of things to do, also.  Really need to buy a decent paint sprayer for that and for the railing over the retaining wall, which will need to be stained, too.  I also plan to rebuild a section of fence near the house.  It’s currently a big gate that’s falling over, and I’m just going to fence it in.

Sandie, meanwhile, has been remodeling my upstairs guest bathroom. She really wanted to do something and she’s done such a good job on her own house that I relented and gave her the bath, although I had no plans to do anything with it.  She’s done a good job so far, and it’s nearing completion. Still not sure what type of floor will go in there – but I replaced the sink, so the old one is currently leaning against a wall upstairs – yet another reason I need that dumpster.

And that’s about all I’ve got at the moment. Typing this on my annoying little Bluetooth keyboard, which has keys that are really close together and sometimes in just the wrong place, so I have to go back and correct every other word,  but at least it’s better than trying to use the keyboard on my phone.

Is it COVID-19?

So everybody stay calm. It’s probably nothing. On my way home from the store yesterday, I noticed a tightness in my chest, which has waxed and waned a few times since then. I have no trouble breathing, no fever (as far as I know – the only thermometer in the house had enough juice in it for one measurement, which came out low), my heart rate is normal, and my blood pressure is (for me) fairly low. Not dead yet.

That being said, I’ve never had the flu in my life (as far as I know – I believe I did have pneumonia once when I was quite young), and the chest thing isn’t a cold. So either I’m get to experience my first flu or I’ve got the mystery virus that’s been going around. Nothing to do about it except sleep and drink water, which I’m doing (also making a salmon filet). Sure, I could probably find a place to get tested, but to what end? I have very mild symptoms and I’m not going to a hospital. I told Jenny that if it gets worse, I’ll let her know and maybe I’ll try a teledoctor or whatever.

I know what you really want to know: What store did I go to? That’d be the Home Depot. Picked up some lumber, glue, bolts, screws, and light bulbs. The bulbs are for a lamp. Everything else is what I need to extend the table on Dad’s old table saw (which, I learned today, is 11 years older than I am), which I began to do yesterday afternoon before getting to a good stopping point and deciding to pay attention to my chest and lie down. I need to do some surgery on the stand that Dad built for the saw in order to drop the motor about two inches – in order to be able to increase the length of the table and let longer pieces of wood slide onto my workbench.

Once I’ve got the table extended, I’ll start work on a cross-cut sled. That will be fun.

Salmon is nearly done, so I’ll wrap this up. Just thought I’d get it down for posterity that maybe I’ve caught the dreaded Coronavirus and – at least for now – I don’t feel too awfully terrible.

Going Mobile Again

I set up the Bluetooth keyboard on my phone again this morning. Haven’t used it since I was in Michigan 18 months ago, but since I’m doing most of my work in the office on my work laptop, which I really try to keep separate from my personal stuff, it’s easier to keep this site updated from my phone. Therefore, please be more understanding of typos and don’t expect a huge number of photos until I can remember how to get them into posts with this little WordPress app.  Just for grins, I’ll try to insert one here… Assuming that that picture made it, it’s of a new feral cat who’s been showing up on my deck for the last few days.  Very pretty black kitty and it seems wee-fed and happy.  Maybe it’s not feral, but I’ll treat it as such. You can also see how much pollen has been falling in the last few days.  It’s making walking a lot less enjoyable, but I guess it’s to be expected given the mild winter we had. It’s kind of scary that the WORST pollen  generally doesn’t happen until late April. Continuing to work from home and I’m now into the third week of it.  I’ve noticed that it’s becoming more difficult to stay focused on work. Need to figure out a way to stay more engaged with my team, since I’m not actively working tickets like they are. I’m trying to provide assistance for them, but it’s very easy to take a break from that and read some news pages (or Facebook), or run to the kitchen for a snack, or just stare out the window.  I might try to set up a written schedule and daily milestones for myself until I get fully comfortable with the idea of being part of a team while in isolation.  It’s tougher than I thought it would be. I think it would be much easier if I were still an L1 and just needed to answer the phone and work tickets.

a terrible horrible very bad day

Note: I found this in my “drafts” folder today.  I’m assuming that it’s from somewhere in 2015, when I was dating Amy from Waukegan.

Monday was driving day.  The return to Atlanta from Waukegan.  It began at about 4:30 AM – and I should’ve just stayed in bed.

Remember when truck drivers were among the best drivers on the road?  Yeah, well, they’re not anymore.  I started to notice this probably 10 years ago, and it just seems to be getting worse with time. With that in mind, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to me that I came to a less-than-screeching halt 90 minutes after I set out on my trip Monday morning.  Feeling good about things after making it through downtown Chicago without any significant slowdowns, I found myself basically sitting still on I-94, in the rain, for the better part of two hours – caught in the backup created by three trucks that had somehow managed to tangle with each other on I-80, some 5 miles down the road from me.

After finally getting past the scene of the accident, I spent the next 13 hours in basically non-stop rain, fog,  and the mist kicked up by trucks whose drivers insisted upon driving next to other trucks, blocking both lanes and throwing up walls of water behind them.  I got a bit of a break just south of Nashville, when the rain stopped and, briefly, the sun came out.  By the time I approached the mountains north of Chattanooga, however, Mother Nature had thrown down the gauntlet.  The rain increased steadily for the remainder of the trip, which ended at around 8:00 Monday night.  By then, my neck and shoulders were in agony from the hunched-forward attitude that I’d been holding in the car for the majority of the day.  It’s now two days later, and I could still use a massage.

I did make it home, however – managed to take just over 5600 pictures during the trip (the GoPro was set to snap one every 10 seconds) – and yesterday was back to the grind.  It’s amazing how I can miss two days of work (three if you count the few people who go in to waste time on Saturdays) and end up with over 400 emails to go through upon my return.  I spent a couple of hours trying to pay attention to them yesterday before figuratively throwing up my hands and deleting the whole lot of them.  Probably not the most prudent thing to do, but I just wasn’t in the mood to deal with it anymore.  If there was anything in there that was actually worth reading, I’m sure it will be resent about 40 more times before I need to actually pay attention.

Spent the rest of the day dealing with obstinate workstations and working on some new code ideas.

After work, I went to a brass band rehearsal – which was nice.

There were no truck drivers there.

TWD

Back to the Grind

So I did make it back from Michigan at just about midnight on November 16th.  It was a white-knuckle drive for the first few hours, as snow had been falling for most of Thursday night and plows had not been sent out by the time I left the cabin.  75 south comprised a couple of tire tracks that everyone more or less stayed in, with the exception of the random idiot who jumped into the left lane to try to pass everyone – without the benefit of any road markings at all.  I saw a number of cars that had spun off of the road and laughed a bit at all of them.

By the time I got back down to Toledo, the snow was pretty much gone, but it was bitterly cold whenever I had to stop for gasoline.  The Subaru did a great job overall.

Had a Thanksgiving dinner with Jenny, her neighbor, and Herb at Herb’s assisted living place on Saturday.  The food was good and the company was pleasant and I think everyone had a good time.  I also scored one of Herb’s old office chairs – we’d taken it to him, but because it has wheels, it’s not a good idea for him to try to use it – and I’m sitting in it as I type this.  I’ve never had a decent office chair at home, which is the main reason that I don’t take advantage of the fact that I could work at home a couple of days each week if I choose to.  I may choose to in 2019.

The next week, which contained Thanksgiving, was a short one at work.  We got Thursday and Friday off and I spent those two days recovering from the drive back – sleeping a lot, doing laundry, cleaning out the car, watching football.  Jenny and I had tentative plans to sell Herb’s car last Saturday, but they fell through so I spent the weekend watching more football, getting more sleep, doing more laundry.  Then it was back to work for a full week, which was not pleasant.

We had system outages on Monday and Tuesday – raised everyone’s blood pressures – and my problem employee was AWOL on Wednesday.  I sent him a number of texts and tried to call – no response until very early Thursday morning, when he sent a text to me to tell me that he had to take his kid to the hospital, that he’d tried to email me and my boss, but the email was stuck in the outbox, and that he didn’t have his phone with him.  Since he was supposed to be working at home all week – the result of a dead car, which he was to replace on Friday – I stewed a bit on Thursday before letting him know that I got his text and he really needs to confirm that his messages are received when he sends them to me.  On Friday, he sent me an instant message that he had to clock out at 1:00 in order to get a new car, which he had to do on Friday or it wouldn’t be done until Monday.

That kinda tore it.  On Monday, he and I and my boss and and HR rep will be meeting first thing in the morning, and he’ll be getting official written notice from me that he is not to miss any more days or he’s looking at getting fired.  I didn’t want to go there.  I’m a laid-back boss.  I’m also not a good guy to screw with on a regular basis.

So I’ve got that to look forward to tomorrow….

Was good to get back to the band last Tuesday night.  We’re rehearsing for a Christmas concert on the 18th (I think), and playing some good stuff.  My chops were a bit rusty after having three weeks off, but I acquitted myself well, I think.  Looking forward to the concert.

Yesterday, I found 14 forms of identification and drove over to the DMV (in the pouring rain) to get my license renewed.  I was worried that I might have to take an eye test (probably would’ve failed without my reading glasses), but everything went smoothly and I managed to get everything taken care of in under two hours.  Got my temporary replacement and should have the new license in a month or so.  So that’s out of the way.  I also paid my car insurance this week – no more of that until June.  Last thing I need to do with the car before 1/1 is get the registration renewed, but I can do that online.

I might make it through this year after all – two years at the X company.  Hard to believe.  I’ve pretty much settled into the salary.  Still miss the old one, but I can afford everything on what I make now and even splurge every now and then.  I’m kind of resigned to the fact that I hit my peak in 2016 and I’ll probably never make it back there, salary-wise, but I’m moving on and just trying to learn how to be an effective manager of people.  Got a nice boost from my boss on LinkedIn last week – he sent me a recommendation for my profile, which was completely unexpected and very much appreciated, and made me feel like I might just be making a good impression in my new position.  Small victories.

And so we’re all caught up.  Should you be wondering, the photo at the top of this entry was taken on the Thursday afternoon before I left Cheboygan.  The sun was on its way down, the wind had picked up, and a storm was just starting to make an appearance over the lake.  It was incredibly cold and gorgeous and I just kept running out into it to experience it, then running back to the cabin to get warm.  All in all, a great way to spend an afternoon.