Roller Coaster Days

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When life throws you lemons, learn to juggle.

My youngest recently bought her first home. In the process of helping her, it occurred to me that perhaps it’s time to move away from the loony neighbors and into a house with some space around it so we can have peace.

And so the hunt began. We started off thinking that since we’re so well acquainted with various reputable contractors, we could buy an older home at a lower price and do whatever updating and minor repairs are required.  Then if we found we really didn’t like that neighborhood, we could always re-sell the renovated house – just like the flippers do.  The beauty of the plan was that we would already be in a new home before selling our current home, thereby avoiding the stress of doing a simultaneous sale/purchase.

Makes sense, right?

The first house we looked at would have been perfect – 3 bedrooms, 1-1/2 baths, on nearly 3 acres of land. A foreclosure at a very low price.  In an area we’d enjoy.  The online pictures showed a house in livable condition needing some updating.  On inspection, there were some problems – all the utilities, including water, had been shut off for a long time; there was a bird’s nest in the front doorway; the skylight was leaking; a huge hole in the middle of the kitchen floor and an even bigger hole in one of the bedroom walls through which daylight could be seen.  No way did we have enough cash even to bring the house up to code.

We decided that maybe buying a fixer-upper wasn’t such a good idea after all, so the next house we viewed was at the top of our budget. A 3-bedroom cape on nearly 2 acres,  well separated from its neighbors. Again a foreclosure.  As we entered the neighborhood, I was quite impressed with the houses around it – very well maintained and quiet.  [sigh] “Our” house had a 2-foot-deep lake in the basement surrounded by walls of black mold.  (Apparently, the realtor missed a chance to advertise the house as having an “indoor pool” – where’s your creativity, lady?)

Meanwhile, I was working with my bank on pre-qualifying for a mortgage. We decided to suspend our house-hunting until the pre-qualification was in place so we’d know what our true budget would be.  The bank came back and said, sure you can have a mortgage for a new home – but you have to sell your current home first.  Meaning that we could sell on the same day as we purchased, so long as the sale went on record before the purchase.  Ah, the infamous simultaneous sale/purchase – exactly what I didn’t want to do.  But I’m not independently wealthy, so what other choice is there?

Despite our recent renovations, there are still a number of things that need to be done to make our current house marketable. We began pushing the schedule to complete those items, keeping in mind that any expenditures would be viewed by the lender and could impact the mortgage application.

Juggle, people, juggle.

Meanwhile, I continued to peruse the real estate listings. There were a few “possibles” but when we drove around to look at them, they were nowhere near as pictured.  For instance, the “spacious corner lot” turned out to be on a street so narrow I could barely squeeze my Ford Escape down it, and while the front of the property was open, the house itself was bracketed on three sides by the neighboring houses, usually within just a few feet.  Google Maps sure lied on that one!

Summer is approaching quickly – the Loony Tunes Season.  Balls in the yard, 24/7 screaming, naked neighbor sunbathing.  We really need to get out.

Finally, the mortgage pre-approval came through, but it wasn’t for the type of loan I want. So back to the drawing board.

In the process of assembling documentation the bank needs regarding my bankruptcy five years ago, I came across the neighbor’s open bankruptcy file. Being as it’s a matter of public record, I figured I’d see how she’s doing in the eyes of the Court, inasmuch as she never seems to leave the house to go to work.  Came to find out that she has not been making the required mortgage payments under her Chapter 13 plan, despite the fact that her lender changed her payment twice in an effort to accommodate her after she filed her bankruptcy petition.  In fact, she has not made mortgage payments in 15 months – and her lender has filed paperwork with the Bankruptcy Court for relief from the automatic stay so that they can FORECLOSE!

Maybe the neighbors will be gone soon!

And because I’m a nosy sort, I also managed to find out that she owes over $638 in water charges to the Town – although that didn’t prevent her from filling her pool again this year.

(Just a little aside, if I may be so bitchy:  I managed to not only keep my house during my bankruptcy, I also paid all the utility bills on time.  But then, I wasn’t spending all my money on take-out food and expensive toys – like air rifles, new bikes, and hoverboards – instead of paying my  bills.)

Anyway.

Hubby and I discussed it and agreed that we’re likely to have some peace real soon, and that peace will last until the house next door gets sold at foreclosure. That gives us a little time to fix up our own house to make it sale-ready, but since we have no idea who might move in next (and there’s still Psycho Dad across the street), we will continue to look for that house with acreage.

Sounds like a plan, right?

But then I learned that the law firm I’ve worked at for the past 17 years is about to dissolve, and I may or may not have a job in a month or two. My boss has told me that he is 99% sure that he will be able to take me along wherever he goes, and that he is not ready to retire yet.  But who knows?  Probably not a good time to make major changes.

So house hunting is on hold – again.

Meanwhile, stick with me, friends – I’m sure I’m going to have lots of interesting stories over the next few months. The posts might be somewhat sporatic, but they will be worth reading, I promise.

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MIKEY DID IT (Guest Post by Paul Curran)

The doctor says I need to rest, take my antibiotics, and drink lots of fluids.  I’m all for sleeping all day whenever I can.  While I head off for my next power nap, please enjoy another of Paul Curran’s wonderful stories.

Paul Curran, we want to hear from you again.

MIKEY DID IT

By Paul Curran

Mike came to us from a Truck Driver Training School. He was one of their best teachers and he wanted to drive with the best.

And that was us – a small boutique tanker company that did contract and on-demand work for all the oil companies. I was their Regional Safety Director and did all the hiring, training and much of the disciplinary action including termination.

Mike had all the paper credentials, experience and records that it took to open the door. He stood about 5 foot 6 inches and had a round friendly face with round spectacles and a round body to match, His interview went well, and he demonstrated a good knowledge of all the required topics along with a positive  cheerful demeanor.

And so we scheduled a test drive – a route that I had determined for the specific purpose of checking driver skills on as many different road types and in as many traffic conditions as possible. I took a lot of ribbing from the management about my test drives as they often lasted more than 3 hours and the drivers came back worn out. They used to laugh about the applicants being “run hard and put away wet”, a reference to a horse being driven to its limits while having the rider on his back the whole time.

 

Test Drive with a Super B Tanker

 

When Mike and I set out on the test drive, I first had him stop and I bought each of us a coffee. I went over the route and explained what I expected in each section, and I gave him a copy of the rating sheets that I would be using to determine his mark. We used a highway tanker that was empty. His skills with a loaded trailer – which he had on paper – would be rated by his assigned trainer if he passed the driving test.

Mike started off well, and I felt comfortable with his driving. When we entered Chinatown where the streets were narrow, the traffic slow and the pedestrians many, a young man on a bicycle passed us on the inside while we waited at a stop light. When we got going we caught up to him but there wasn’t room to pass safely so Mike had to wait until there was a break in the oncoming traffic in order to move over and go by carefully. We hit another stop light red and the cyclist passed again on the inside. Again we caught him and again Mike had to wait for a break to go by. We stopped at the next light and sure enough the cyclist went by again. And once more we had to wait behind him to get by. Mike was getting very frustrated and started to mutter. I turned to him and said: “That cyclist that I paid $10 to annoy you is doing a good job isn’t he?” He looked at me with wide eyes and a dropped jaw. I grinned and told him I was just kidding and he settled down.

 

Ottawa Chinatown

 

When I looked back on this, I realized that it was an omen – bad things happened to Mike and he inevitably came out OK of situations that were very challenging. The problem was that Mike knew this and to a certain extent he became paranoid. As so often became the case, Mike had a gut-wrenching problem to share with me when we had finished the test drive. He must have gotten to trust me during our 3 hours together and chose to bare his soul. Apparently he had had a dream a few nights before in which his 5 year old daughter fell off the balcony of their apartment to her death. He told me he was going to move. I said that he could lock the balcony door or install fencing from the railing to the top of the balcony or any number of solutions. He asked if I had ever had a premonition as a dream, that had come true and I had to admit that I had but I added that I had also avoided accidents by changing behavior. Dreams were only warnings to my mind, they may be premonitions but they could be changed by the dreamer so it did not happen in real life. He said that if there was even a miniscule chance that it could come true, he had to move, for how would he feel if it happened?

And so Mike made his way through 4 weeks of tanker training and passed his government tests and the oil companies tests and the hazardous goods tests and the defensive driving tests and so on. He was rated high by his trainers and it came the day he would go out on his own. We put him on a local run working hauling within the city with a 4-axle, 5 compartment tanker. This was the smallest we had as most of our trailers were doubles – two trailers hooked together. He loaded gas and diesel in separate compartments and went to his first delivery. In short order he was calling and he was very upset. When I calmed him down he said he had smelled diesel in the gas storage of the station during his delivery. He did all the right things – shut down the delivery, went onto the station and had them close down the pumps (diesel in a gas engine and vice versa will destroy it) and he called me. I notified our customer’s head office, reported to my boss and the corporate safety director and set out to the site with clean up material.

 

Fuel Delivery to Station

 

When I arrived, I sniffed the gas storage tank and it reeked of diesel. He had only been delivering gas when he noticed the smell. I checked everything he had done and the compartment levels and determined we had put about 2,000 gallons of diesel in the gas storage but had caught it before it got into any vehicles. I ordered a tanker with only 5,000 gallons of fresh gas aboard plus a pump truck. While we were waiting I called my boss as Mike stood nearby. My boss went ballistic – this would cost about $30,000 to put right and he was livid, He was screaming at me so loud that I had to hold the phone away from my ear. He blamed the driver and called him stupid and incompetent and terminated. There were many, many swear words in there as well. With every passing minute Mike was turning paler and paler. I told my boss that I had reviewed all of Mike’s actions and could find no flaw in his procedure – that I suspected a valve failure. This just set my boss off again and I became incompetent and stupid and lousy at my job – although I did not get terminated. This did not rattle me as he was a very passionate boss for better or worse. I felt comfortable that we had covered all the bases.

EDITOR’S NOTE:  Truck depicted in the above photo did not belong to the company referred to in this post.  It’s a really good photo, though, isn’t it?

We pumped out the affected tank into the arriving truck, replaced the product with the 5,000 gallons of fresh gas and convoyed the two tankers, the pump truck and myself back to the yard. Our boss had checked with head office and they wanted all the product, even the mixed, loaded back into one tanker and taken to our head office where they could use it for heating. We chose to transfer the product into the replacement truck as it was bigger and could go on to load once empty at the head office. As we were doing this, I climbed up on the top of the offending tanker, opened all the hatches and watched. Sure enough, the pump operator was hooked to a gas compartment and the diesel was draining out. I hollered for him to stop and I raced into the office and grabbed the boss by the arm and told him he had to see this. I dragged him out to the tankers hooked together by hoses and cables and showed him the diesel valve switch was closed, and then made him climb up on top even though he complained that he was afraid of heights. I ordered the pump operator to restart and as he did I showed the boss that the diesel was going down while the valve was closed. Mystery solved – this trailer that was less than a year old had had a valve failure on a part that was rated for life. Not only was the driver blameless, but his sensitive nose and quick actions had saved the company a fortune because none of the mixed product got into cars.

Mike not only got to keep his job, but he got a commendation for his actions put into his file for professional work. And so it was with Mike. He would call regularly in some of the most obscure and unheard of situations and he would always come out smelling like roses regardless of how dark and serious the situation seemed.

 

Black Ice

 

Then one cold winter night he was driving a full load of gas on a rural road when he crested a hill and hit black ice. The tanker went sideways when he tried to slow down and he was travelling 40 mph sideways, with the tractor bumper plowing snow on the right side and the rear of the two trailers, plowing snow on the left side. With 15,000 gallons of gasoline aboard the truck had a huge amount of inertia, weighing about 140,000 pounds. Before Mike could get the rig straight, a car came over a facing hill traveling the opposite direction. When he saw the tanker coming sideways, the car driver drove into the snowbank. The tanker missed the car by inches, covering it with snow from the bank. Mike got the truck stopped and when he had caught his breath and parked on the side, he went back to check the car. He had to dig out the driver’s side door to ascertain that everyone was OK. They attached a chain from the car to the tanker and pulled it out of the snowbank. Upon inspection it was determined that there was not one single mark on either vehicle. Incredible and unheard of but 100% Mike.

 

Safety Meeting

 

We had a mandatory semi-yearly safety meeting the following week and Mike came to see me. I was presenting and running the meeting so I arranged to see him afterwards. We sat in my car for privacy and he told his story. He said that the black ice had scared him too much. He was no longer feeling comfortable hauling gas. I pointed out that he had done all the right things and there had been no damage. It was a lesson about being more aware of black ice and that he had learned the lesson and could move on. He said that he had a 5 year old daughter and did not want her to grow up without a father. I pointed out that we had never had anyone killed and personal harm was very rare. Mike insisted that his luck was not good enough for this job and that he would rather flip burgers knowing he would be home safely every night. I asked him to remember that his daughter learned from his behavior and did he really want her working at partial potential when she grew up because she had learned from him that no risk was acceptable. I also pointed out that there had recently been a man in Florida who had been asleep in his own bed – the lowest risk scenario possible – when a sink hole swallowed his bedroom and killed him.

It was not possible to reduce risk to zero and he was well trained and smart and competent and aware of all the risks and how to minimize them. But he was too badly scared and my arguments just ran off without any impact. I felt that regardless of his apparent ability to get into strange situations, he had always done a good job for us. He tendered his resignation that day and I wished him the very best. I heard later that he went back to training drivers.

 

Women Drivers

Nadine Gauthier, a former truck driver, is working on behalf of Quebec’s trucking association to encourage more women and girls to consider careers as truck drivers. (Web Site: http://www.torontosun.com/2016/05/18/trucking-industry-struggles-to-attract-next-generation-of-drivers)

Women Drivers: Good To Have, Hard to Get

What would you, my reader, do in such a situation? Would you choose a less risky job or would you take the close call as a learning experience and continue on? Do tell!

 

2016 International with US Tanker

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What Will the Future Bring?

When changes are on the horizon:

Hiding

Some hide and hope to avoid them.

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Others stay calm and wait.

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Some fight their way through.

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Others try to dull the anxiety.

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Some indulge themselves now, while they still can.

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Others cut back and save.

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Some rely on luck.

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Others turn to a higher power.

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(Photograph of Portrait by Stephanie)

Many turn to family.

And some do all of the above.

If my posts become somewhat sporatic for awhile, it’s because I’m dealing with current events, both good and bad (hopefully more good than bad, but no one can see the future).  Rest assured, I will be posting eventually, and the posts will be interesting.

(And don’t worry – my current health is not an issue.)

Meanwhile, please go over to the sidebar and read (or re-read) some of the older and archived posts – you won’t be disappointed, I promise!

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I love to hear from my readers.  You may comment on this post, comment on my Facebook or Twitter pages, or email me at cordeliasmom2012@yahoo.com

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Four Fact Survey Fun Tag

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TEDDY ROSALIE’S NOT A GOOD POKER PLAYER

Stephanie over at Making Time For Me is fast becoming one of my favorite people.  I love being recognized by other bloggers.  Here’s a fun little sharing exercise – the Four Fact Survey Fun Tag, which I am happy to accept from Stephanie:

Four names people call me other than my real name:

Cordelia’s Mom, CookieCakes, Not CM – and a fourth one which cannot be printed on a public forum.

Four Jobs I’ve Had: 

My very first job was part-time in high school and entailed filling bottles with vitamin tablets and then sealing the bottles with some weird kind of shrink wrap.  Lord, I hated that stuff!

My second job was for the Federal Government.  I would tell you what it was, but then I’d have to kill you – and yes, it carried a Top Secret clearance rating.

The worst job I ever had was working as a paralegal for a law firm involved in an environmental cleanup case.  My “office” was a folding table in the middle of a roomful of document boxes – have you ever watched Office Space?  I can so identify with Milton!

Currently, my day job is as a real estate paralegal.  You can read about that here and here (please?  I need the views.)

Four Movies I’ve Watched More Than Once:

Office Space (see above), Gone With the Wind (perfect if you’re sick in bed and want something really long), The Money Pit (probably not the best idea to watch while in the middle of your own home renovations), and pretty much every Disney movie made before 1995.

Four Books Or Authors I’d Recommend: 

Dean Koontz, Stephen King, Bentley Little (any of these if you want to be scared witless), and my absolute favorite classic book is Jane Eyre.  But I’ll read any kind of fiction – murder mystery, adventure, romantic, comedy.  Books are one of the few things I’ll spend money on these days.

Four Places I’ve Lived:

Tonawanda, NY; Lancaster, NY; Blasdell, NY; Suitland, Maryland.

Four Places I’ve Visited: 

Um, do wine tours count?  Can I include Niagara Falls even though I live just 20 minutes away?  How about all the sites around Washington, DC when I commuted in every day from Maryland?

Four Things I’d Rather Be Doing Right Now: 

(i) Something other than answering questions; (ii) sleeping; (iii) winning the lottery; (iv) watching Office Space again – all in no particular order.

Four foods I don’t like:

There aren’t any foods I don’t like, but there are a lot of foods I can’t eat due to my ulcerative colitis.  Let’s not go there.

Four of my favorite foods: 

See above.

Four Shows I Watch: 

Can’t answer this one – I never watch TV unless I’m sick in bed and don’t want to watch Gone With the Wind again.

Four Things I’m Looking Forward To This Year: 

Playing with Puppy Cody, reading lots of books, writing awesome blog posts, and maybe an occasional blogger meet-and-greet.

Four Things I’m Always Saying: 

I don’t know – I never listen to anything I say.

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Well, that was fun!  Now it’s someone else’s turn.  Since this is not an “award,” I feel I can legitimately nominate bloggers who normally are awards-free, but whom I know to be fun-loving.  I hereby tap the following bloggers, scream “You’re it!” –  and quickly run away:

NOTE TO NOMINEES:  There is absolutely no obligation to participate.  Consider this my way of honoring you.

Archon’s Den

Ryl’s Rostrum

Shimoniac Jones

Joeyfully Stated

Mark Bialczak

Paul Curran

Just Plain Ol’ Vic

vsomethingspeaks

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