Up On Blocks

Last night, I noticed that Miranda was listing on the passenger side and thought that she had perhaps sunk into the ground. But no. When I came out this morning, I discovered that the front passenger tire was flat as a pancake!!!

I asked around at work and was able to borrow an air compressor. That’s something I’ve been wanting to buy, but the one I want is a lot more money in Canada, so I planned to get it this winter. Anyway, this compressor I borrowed was perfect; 2 gallon tank, 125PSI, and, maybe most important, I could lift it!

The compressor was super easy to use. Just plug in, wait for it to stop making a racket, then apply the tip of the hose to the tire valve. Worked like a charm. Except that the reason my tire went flat was that the valve was kaput! So the air was rushing out as fast as it was going in.

Jody came to see me just as I got home and was messing with everything, so she was able to call Gary and ask him to bring a jack home so that I could at least get the weight off the wheel. But that wasn’t good enough for my wonderful host. Oh, no:

my borrowed air compressor in the foreground, with Gary beside it trying to get the hubcap off

my borrowed air compressor in the foreground, with Gary beside it trying to get the hubcap off

can you see how flat the tire is?

can you see how flat the tire is?

I feel like a redneck with my home up on blocks!

I feel like a redneck with my home up on blocks!

Yup. Gary loosened the tire nuts, got Miranda on the jack, slid blocks under her to stabilize the frame (yay, I’m level again!), took the tire off, and determined that the tire is okay but the inner tube is rotten. So, my plan went from getting a mobile tire repair place to come to me ($$$) to bringing my tire to a repair place this weekend, having Gary reinstall it, then taking it for torquing ($). But do you know what Gary did? He left with my tire to get it fixed tomorrow. Can you believe that man?!

And Jody isn’t much better! When she saw how depressed I was tonight (I had a day from hell, and it had nothing to do with my job), she said “I brought home pizza. Come and have some.” So I didn’t have to worry about dinner AND she sent me home with beer, two corn on the cob that I look forward to boiling for dinner tomorrow, and some muffins!

It is a wonder of the RVing life that it can make friends out of strangers so quickly. I continue to be so grateful to be here.

Lightbulb Moment

My friend Sarah followed me across town yesterday and informed me that one of my brake lights was out! Thanks for the heads up! I wouldn’t want to be pulled over right now, when I have an interim Alberta driver’s license, Yukon registration, and seemingly expired Yukon insurance (hopefully pink slips are in the mail…)! I decided to get a new bulb today since it was getting really late last night. I asked Gary to show me how to get to the bulb (thanks!) and I drove straight to Canadian Tire this morning.

The bulb was a #1157 and came in a two-pack for $5, not bad since I would be able to install it myself. I had brought my screwdriver with me, so I changed the bulb immediately in the parking lot. Before reassembling everything, I flagged a lady down and asked her to confirm that the bulb was working. “You did it!” she said, so I slid the thingamabobs into the thingamajigs until they clicked and then screwed the assembly back into the body of the car.

And not a moment too soon since I passed a bunch of police keeping watch on a parade immediately after pulling out of the Canadian Tire parking lot!

Blowing Through Town

I got an email today from my friend Sarah. She and Oz spent the summer traveling across Canada and are on their way back to Dawson City. This afternoon they were in Medicine Hat and on a major detour so they could come and see me. Hopefully I had a few hours free.

I did! This was the first week night in recent memory when I had nothing pressing to do!

Sarah and Oz arrived at my job at about 4:30 and it barely felt like a year had passed since we last saw each other! We enjoyed a long (and delicious) sushi dinner at O-Sho, then finished up with tea on a Starbucks patio. There wasn’t time to say everything that needed to be said, but the conversation about the various dilemmas in our lives did us a world of good. Sometimes it’s the people outside our world we confide in best.

I am just awed by her perfect timing; she had planned to be here Wednesday, when I wouldn’t have been able to enjoy such a long, carefree evening. It’s been a down and up kind of day and a beloved friend blowing through town was just the morale boost I needed.

 

Work/Life Balance

I took on a ton of transcription work for this weekend, four audio hours. It takes about four hours to transcribe an hour of decent-quality audio, plus there’s extra time needed for proofreading and researching. So it amounts to about 18 hours of work.

Transcription is surprisingly physical work since you have to sit in pretty much the same position while you’re doing it. My transcription equipment includes a foot pedal, which gives me the maximum speed possible, so it’s not like I can grab the laptop and go sit in a lounge chair to change position every once in a while.

The only way to handle such a huge amount of typing/sitting down/staring at a computer screen is to take frequent breaks. I start the day taking 15 to 30 minute breaks every 15 audio minutes, about each hour. During these breaks, I have to get up and move around!

So, I’ve gotten into the habit of writing down little chores that can be done in short bursts, like throwing on a load of laundry, washing the floors, cleaning the microwave, vacuuming the loft, putting bread ingredients in the bread maker, etc.

By the time I’ve hit a full audio hour, I’ve already put in a solid four hours at my desk. This usually falls mid-afternoon (2PM today) and I take about an hour off. I have a nice lunch in the kitchen, clean up my dishes, switch out the laundry, do my personal emailing, etc.

The final audio hour is a bit tougher. My legs start to get sore and my fingers become clumsy. I still try to take my breaks every 15 audio minutes, but it’s usually every 10 audio minutes. These breaks are short, just a stretch.

When I have a half hour of audio to go, about two hours of work, I start thinking about dinner. Yesterday, I cut up onions and carrots at the half hour mark. At the 15 minute mark, I caramelized the onions in the rice cooker, then added rice, chicken, raisins, and Moroccan spices. An hour later, I was done for the day, an incredibly fragrant aroma was wafting through the rig, and I was nearly caught up on my chores. It was 7PM.

After dinner, I cleaned up the kitchen and took off for an hour-long walk. It doesn’t matter that my knees have been horrible the last few weeks, I can just sack out with a movie after a day of transcription, I need to get the blood circulating!

Sure, the frequent breaks mean that I have a longer work day, but they also mean that I don’t emerge from the study at the end of the day completely exhausted and drained. Instead, I can relax since there isn’t a mountain of chores waiting for me. I think that my method is a perfect example of solid work/life balance.

Afternoon break is over, back to work I go!

Adventure Isn’t That Far Away

I’m quickly approaching my third anniversary of full-time RVing and am, once again, taking stock of the kilometres I’ve traveled both since I’ve been RVing and in the years when I was still housebound.

Other than a month-long backpacking tour of Scotland and a morning in Mexico, my travels have been firmly planted in Canada and the U.S. I have a strong desire to see more of the world, of course, but am enchanted by what I have seen right here, on the North American continent. I have seen just about every landscape of the world, from desert to rain forest, mountains to prairies, and every condition of human existence, from the opulent homes of Beverly Hills to the third world living conditions on Canadian native reserves.

This video by my favourite television host, Josh Gates, illustrates my point beautifully:

“The great canyons of the American southwest”:

“Or here to the great northern frontier of Alaska”:

“adventure is right around the corner. Go and find it.”