Greetings to JIM in Newport, WA up on the hillside. Right on RT 2, one of my favorite USA roads.
The last two weeks have been incredibly busy, especially this last weekend. SUPERLATIVENESS.
The regular weekly vessel showed up late, and we had the arrival of an irregular barge with 3 more containers show up at the same time. This barge comes in once a month or so. It ALWAYS hits with the weekly vessel. DOUBLE WHAMMY.
Over the weekend we were met with a freight log jam. It was because of the body of that soul that was murdered the week before. Evidently there is a lot more paperwork when a body flies out. We had to wait and wait to get hot freight out.
Boats were waiting for stuff off both vessels. We have 4 spaces at our dock, 5 in a pinch. We have to manage what shows up when. It is a juggling match. Then we are filling orders from the just arrived stock which is not “put away.” Temporary chaos. It lasted two days.
Sunday was particularly wild. It came to a crescendo at 2 in the afternoon when 3 deliveries were scheduled. The trucks were all out delivering elsewhere. I kept the communication open with the customers and we got past it with everyone happy.
Last night was “interesting” with 3 deliveries between 3:30 and 4:00. AM. Then one boat realized they did not get everything on their order they expected . So we had a 3:30 AM order to pull. My delivery guy, SUPERMAN, pulled the order by himself and delivered it. He was up all night with no sleep after a long day. Came back at 1:00 PM. THE MAN.
The tornadoes near Louisville were pretty bad, especially north in Indiana. Too many fatalities. I think the media talks up the warnings a bit strong. Me, I would be watching the window view, or at least listening to the sounds. The minute it goes TRUBBA, down the stairs...I suggested to Dot Mom a wine rack down there.
Last night I came home while then BIG MELT was happening. 45 degrees turned the snow and ice into water. The 10 foot pile of plowed snow was melting. As well as the four foot drift. I had to walk the last 10 feet to my porch in 5 inch deep water. Lake Haystack.
Dutchie went out a cuppla times, and I forgot she was out when I went to sleep. Hey, I was tired. She stayed out all night, and took her time showing up in the morning. It was about 40 degrees, so she was OK. She was back around 9 AM.
A few nights ago I opened the window to look for Dutchie. It was late night. She was out on the chow porch with Bengal Betty the cat, as well as Frank the Fox. They were out there chillin’. It was like I was intruding...
TONIGHT my buddy NOSEY showed up. He is very tame, which will probably be his demise. But I fed him. I gave him FOUR tins of cat food, any one of which would feed both Dutchie and Fluff. Plus he snarfed down a bunch of kibble. He was very open to photos. He actually came into my mud room at one point, but my camera was not handy.
RIP Davey Jones. The Monkees. For a non band, they had a few great songs. Pleasant Valley Sunday, A Little Bit me, A Little Bit You, and more...