Back on the road after five and a half years out of the saddle. Big change.
My wife is having a harder time adjusting to the change than I am. I leave at 2:30 in the afternoon and return at 1:30 in the morning. With so much less time in the workshop I find myself having to manage time efficiently and prioritize what is really important to the future of my woodworking business.
I was grumbling a bit about having to supplement my income, but a major disaster to the workshop made me thankful for the trucking.
We’ve had very high winds in this area lately with extreme conditions on Tuesday, April 24th. We went for a walk along the river in the morning and then I set about cleaning up the shop for a few hours before leaving. “Christy’s Casket” came on the tails of two other large commisions, custom bookcases for two local boutiques. The shop was full of sawdust from the back to back production of three large pieces.
I came into the house and cleaned up. As I was getting ready to leave, the wind increased intensely, and my wife called from upstairs to inform me that the roofing material on the west side of the shop had blown completly off. I had five minutes to inspect the damage. The wind was so furious that I couldn’t tarp the roof. There was no rain in the forecast so I went to work.
The rain did come, while I was 150 miles away.
I arrived home in the wee hours to find the whole west half of the shop drenched. The floor is insulated and covered with a recycled computer room floor. I have to remove those heavy tiles and the plywood flooring four feet from the wall and the twenty foot length of the shop.
It will be a while before I can get back into production again. Now I’m thankful that the trucking will provide income and six free daytime hours with weekends off, to work on the shop for the future.
I stop at a truckstop at the edge of my destination city, check the lights and tires, and grab a pop for the final run through the late evening to my trailer switch depot.Tuesday as I was waiting to pull out of my spot a backlog of trucks through the lot held me up. I looked over at the driver next to me and noticed he had his laptop open.
We had exchanged comments so I slid over to my passenger seat and asked him to type in LumberJocks. His refrigerated unit switched on making it hard for us to hear each other, so I got out and put one foot on my step and one on his as we cruised through the LJ site for a few minutes. He said “you’ve got quite a few comments on your mahogany nightlight posted today”. He was quite interested in the site and saved the link, saying that he might comment on projects so I would know it was him.
I was too preoccupied on Tuesday to check the mood of my mountain friend. Wednesday evening was much more peaceful, as I had covered the exposed roof with black paper and wasn’t as worried about more damage, the winds having subsided.
I think my old friend felt like talking. I sensed the ancient monolith ready to share feelings again, blue-brown, looming over the river valley in the soft haze of the late evening. Maybe today it will talk.
-- Phil Brown, Ontario