July '6

7/27

There was a little excitement on 35W when I was coming home from Room and Board the other day.


 

The mighty and capricious gods of transit have not smiled favorably upon me recently.

Yesterday I pulled up to the intersection of Lake and Lyndale on the 4 line, where I was supposed to be relieved of my bus by another driver. The other driver, who is always there, wasn't. I called the dispatcher in hopes that he would know if my relief driver had checked in. That way, if he was on a 21 that was running late, I could wait knowing he'd get there and he wouldn't be in trouble. (The people at Control, who I am supposed to call, are managers.) The dispatcher told me he didn't know where the driver was and to call Control. I called Control and finished the rest of the trip, which ended at 82nd Street in Bloomington. Some other driver- I think an extra board driver from South Garage- finished that work. I pulled back in to the garage from 82nd. By then, I was too late to start my second piece of work, which starts with me relieving another driver at Uptown, so an extra board driver from Nicollet had to do that for me. I caught my bus on its way back through Uptown and finished the work.

Today I pulled up to the intersection of Lake and Blaisdell on the 21 line, where I was supposed to be relieved of my bus by another driver. The other driver, who is always there, wasn't. I called the dispatcher in hopes that he would know if my relief driver had checked in. There was a mix-up of some kind and so I drove that bus to St. Paul. Some other driver- an extra board driver from Nicollet- finished that work. I pulled back in to the garage from St. Paul. By then, I was too late to start my second piece of work, so an extra board driver from Nicollet had to do that for me. I drove my bus up to the northern terminal and finished the work.

So there was some hassle involved, but I got some overtime out of the deal, I guess.


 

7/24

I'm looking forward to the day we're all settled in here at the house.

Did I mention the crow that dropped BirdBerry Yogurt on me at a layover? Pretty cool. That was also the day Colleen Kruse's daughter rode with me.

I don't really have many more notes in my calendar. I must have had an uneventful week.

Oh wait, I was actually ahead of schedule at Southdale on my horrible northbound trip on the 6 (see 7/5) last week. Figures. I just got around to filling out an Operating Conditions Report about that trip, on which I suggested that we needed more running time.

In other news, da Mons got married Saturday! Congratulations!


 

We've had some success with the unwelcome house guests. I found this one in the basement. Kassie and her mom found another in the yard. I was going to show this one to Kassie, but when I pushed it into the paper bag the maggots living inside of it came out to play. It went straight to the garbage.


 

Kassie and I bought some living room furniture yesterday. It looks a lot like this:



 

I guess we'll get it in October.

I'm going to go to my apartment and pack shortly. It's really hot again. I'm not looking forward to it. I just want to throw it all away. (ha. Just kidding, Mom and Kassie!)


 

7/17

Kassie and I drove down to Albert Lea for my nephew's 3rd birthday party. It was fun.


 

And here's my niece.


 

Added bonus: Albert Lea has a Hy-Vee! I picked up a box of one of the best-named knockoffs ever.


 

My camera's battery died, so I had to take a photo of my other favorite Hy-Vee product with my phone.


 


 

7/12

Kassie thinks it may have happened before, but I think I had a first this evening on the 6. On his way out the door in Stadium Village, a guy turned and said, "Cool blog!" I was pretty shocked and only managed to say, "You know it?" before he was gone. I didn't even say thanks. Thanks, dude.

Jay Pond rode my bus this evening. Twice- once on a southbound trip, and again on my way back north. One might think that a Green candidate for Congress might know how to use a bus transfer, but one would be mistaken.

I saw a fairly brutal accident today. A pickup/SUV broadsided another pickup/SUV. No one got seriously hurt. I didn't have time to gawk; my passengers had places to be.

Spell check...


 


 

7/10

I'm sort of living between my apartment and my house. And I spent much of the weekend watching my brother's dogs at my parents' house. Needless to say, I don't feel very settled.

Kassie and I went to see Alejandro Escovedo at First Avenue Saturday night. He was excellent, as usual. I was really wiped out from my week, though.


Alejandro Escovedo
 

Kassie's slowly been getting the house put together, and documenting it over on This Old (Minneapolis) House. We were unpacking some food yesterday when we made an unpleasant discovery. The blur at the end of the arrow is a most unwelcome house guest which had clearly been helping itself to our food.


 

It should be getting really thirsty pretty soon...

OK, I should probably get some things packed here at my apartment. Or take a quick nap...


 

7/5

Hi. It's been awhile.

I must have been out of town. Yeah, I was. It looked like this:


view from the dock at Kassie's parents' cabin
 

You probably already think I'm a winner, but here's the proof:


so many points, the game couldn't display them all!
 

So yeah, our next vacation will be in Vegas.

What else have I been doing instead of blogging? Buying paint. Working.

The 6K terminates near 494 and Highway 100. I do a 6K every Wednesday. On the way out to the terminal, I have 9 minutes to cover a stretch between Computer Avenue (!) and the terminal. The route goes through an office/industrial park. I am given 6 minutes to cover the same distance on my return (northbound) trip. You know, right at the time people are getting off work. It's just more fun from the geniuses at the scheduling department. If I leave Southdale (mall) 5 minutes (or fewer) late, I can usually get caught up by Uptown or Franklin Avenue.

So the northbound trip from the K terminal is the most stressful trip of my week. A while ago, a young woman got on near 78th and Cahill, which is pretty much at the beginning of the trip. She said, "Oh, you're the fast driver!" Ah, crap. That can't be good. The next thing will be a call and a visit with my manager. So I didn't hurry that day, and we ran 9-10 minutes late the whole trip. I've been a little concerned about the perceptions on that trip. Then last week, as she got on my bus, she said, "You should be our driver every night!" I probably sounded as surprised as I was. "Really? Why?" "The other guy is slow! We're always really late!" Heh. I explained about the running time, but it was nice to know that my efforts to keep it on time do not go unappreciated.

A guy got on my bus today wearing a t-shirt that said HELLO I AM JIMMY HEAP. But obviously, he wasn't Jimmy Heap.

Did I ever mention that my brother and his family have moved back within range of a weekend drive? They're in Sioux Falls now. It's really great to have them close, although I really enjoyed visiting them in Oregon.

Kassie is slowly getting her stuff unpacked at the house. I'll have to move my stuff pretty soon. We still have a lot of cleaning and painting and unpacking to do.

 

 

June '6