The Organ Made it!

It snowed all day yesterday, and then turned mild last night. As a result… the driveway is passable!! And now we have a heavy snow fall warning for 20cm tomorrow.

Jeff decided to clean off my car, that hasn’t been touched in over 2 weeks, and take it down to the road level in case this is our only chance of driving up!

Organ Delivery

Organ Delivery

Organ Delivery

Organ Delivery

After he got the car down, he tried the truck, and it came right up with no problems – he didn’t even have to back-up to take a run at it!

Organ Delivery

Organ Delivery

Now that the truck is up here, we could finally unload Grandma’s organ. It seems fine even after being in the truck for far longer than intended!

Organ Delivery

Organ Delivery

Now I just want to learn how to play this thing! I’ve been surfing for some learn how to play the organ books, but they seem very difficult to track down! Chapters and Amazon have a few – but they are mostly unavailable.

This Year’s Book List

I got some GREAT books for Christmas and my Birthday this month. I’m eager to read every one of them! I couldn’t have picked out better books myself. Now I just have to make some time to read ‘em! :D

Image from AmazonOak Island Gold by William Crooker
Treasure hunters have been tunneling into Oak Island off the coast of Nova Scotia since 1795, yet no one has found the fabulous treasure that legend says is buried there. It all began when a young explorer found a clearing on the island that appeared to have been worked. Throw in local rumors of pirates and buried treasure, and the digging started. The original excavators did leave many clues which convinced treasure seekers that something was buried on Oak Island, but every time the digging reached a certain depth, the hole filled with sea water. Crooker, an engineer and surveyor, presents both a thorough historical review of the various digs and a look at all the theories about the treasure. Based on his research, he maintains that it was looted by the British from Havana in 1762 and put on the island for safekeeping. Prospectors are still digging, but until the “treasure” is found, the mystery remains.

Image from AmazonThe Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate by Gary Chapman
Unhappiness in marriage often has a simple root cause: we speak different love languages, believes Dr. Gary Chapman. While working as a marriage counselor for more than 30 years, he identified five love languages: Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, Receiving Gifts, Acts of Service, and Physical Touch. In a friendly, often humorous style, he unpacks each one. Some husbands or wives may crave focused attention; another needs regular praise. Gifts are highly important to one spouse, while another sees fixing a leaky faucet, ironing a shirt, or cooking a meal as filling their “love tank.” Some partners might find physical touch makes them feel valued: holding hands, giving back rubs, and sexual contact. Chapman illustrates each love language with real-life examples from his counseling practice.
I’ve seen this book a few times, but never had a chance to read it. Julie gave it to me and now I’ll have to find out if Jeff and I are speaking the same love language.

Image from AmazonTwenty-First Century Irvings by Harvey Sawler
Famed Canadian industrialist K. C. Irving has always been considered the most important figure of the Irving family business empirean empire of such dominance in its region that only Americas Morgans or Rockefellers merit a valid comparison. K. C. was indeed the pivot man in a relentless relay of work now spanning more than fourteen decades. Twenty-first Century Irvings leads us through the three generations left in K. C.s wake, a dozen or more individuals following the Irving tradition ofhard work, family loyalty, and an awe-inspiring attention to detail. These contemporary Irvings are trying to do all this while attempting to cast a kinder, gentler Irving image, which those close to the family claim has always been a part of the Irvings rural New Brunswick makeup. Twenty-first Century Irvings explores the modern family business, the powerful players behind its continuing success, and the myths that are spread about the wealthy empire. Author Harvey Sawler exposes the truths behind those myths, and predicts the transformation of the family, like the Rockefellers and the Morgans, from industrialists to philanthropists. A business story, a family story, and a Maritime story, this is a book for anyone interested in or affected by the Irving empire.

Image from AmazonLate Nights on Air by Elizabeth Hay
The eagerly anticipated novel from the bestselling author of A Student of Weather and Garbo Laughs. Harry Boyd, a hard-bitten refugee from failure in Toronto television, has returned to a small radio station in the Canadian North. There, in Yellowknife, in the summer of 1975, he falls in love with a voice on air, though the real woman, Dido Paris, is both a surprise and even more than he imagined. Dido and Harry are part of the cast of eccentric, utterly loveable characters, all transplants from elsewhere, who form an unlikely group at the station. Their loves and longings, their rivalries and entanglements, the stories of their pasts and what brought each of them to the North, form the centre. One summer, on a canoe trip four of them make into the Arctic wilderness (following in the steps of the legendary Englishman John Hornby, who, along with his small party, starved to death in the barrens in 1927), they find the balance of love shifting, much as the balance of power in the North is being changed by the proposed Mackenzie Valley gas pipeline, which threatens to displace Native people from their land. Elizabeth Hay has been compared to Annie Proulx, Alice Hoffman, and Isabel Allende, yet she is uniquely herself. With unforgettable characters, vividly evoked settings, in this new novel, Hay brings to bear her skewering intelligence into the frailties of the human heart and her ability to tell a spellbinding story. Written in gorgeous prose, laced with dark humour, Late Nights on Air is Hay’s most seductive and accomplished novel yet, and is already garnering interest abroad. On the shortest night of the year, a golden evening without end, Dido climbed the wooden steps to Pilot’s Monument on top of the great Rock that formed the heart of old Yellowknife. In the Netherlands the light was long and gradual too, but more meadowy, more watery, or else hazier, depending on where you were. . . . Here, it was subarctic desert, virtually unpopulated, and the light was uniformly clear. On the road below, a small man in a black beret was bending over his tripod just as her father used to bend over his tape recorder. Her father’s voice had become the wallpaper inside her skull, he’d made a home for himself there as improvised and unexpected as these little houses on the side of the Rock — houses with histories of instability, of changing from gambling den to barber shop to sheet metal shop to private home, and of being moved from one part of town to another since they had no foundations.

Image from AmazonThe Acadians: In Search of a Homeland by James Laxer
An evocative and beautifully written history of some of Canada’s earliest settlers, and their search for a definitive home. In 1604, a small group of migrants fled political turmoil and famine in France to start a new colony on Canada’s east coast. Their roughly demarcated territory included what are now Canada’s Maritime provinces, land that was fought over by the British and French empires until the Acadians were finally expelled in 1755. Their diaspora persists to this day. The Acadians is the definitive history of a little-known part of the North American past, and the quintessential story of a people in search of their identity. In the absence of a state, what defines an Acadian is elusive and while today’s Acadian community centred in New Brunswick is more confident than ever, it is entering a contentious debate about its future. James Laxer’s compelling book brilliantly explores one of Canada’s oldest and most distinct cultural groups, and shows how their complex, often tragic history reflects the larger problems facing Canada and the world today.

Image from AmazonWe Keep a Light by Evelyn M. Richardson
I just finished a book about the lighthouses of Nova Scotia. It was a real fascinating read – all the stories about the lifestyles of lighthouse keepers and their families. The book mentioned this book by Mrs. Richardson many times. With her husband, and 3 children, they kept the light burning on Bon Portage Island. She wrote this book (that won a Governor General’s Award) and went on to write many more books.

More from our drive…

I didn`t tell you a couple cool things from our drive back!

In New Brunswick, we saw 15 deer, and a LYNX!

The province of New Brunswick has installed fences along a lot of the TransCanada highway to keep the animals off the road.

We saw 15 deer in that province – many of them were standing on the other side of the fence looking over at the highway.

Then, east of Moncton, we saw a lynx! A lynx is a really big wild cat. It was sitting on the slope beside the road. I couldn`t get the words out – I was just pointing at it. Luckily Jeff followed my pointing and saw it too!

Sorry no photos, I`m not that quick on the camera.

The St. Lawrence River had huge ice chunks floating on it. I tried to take some photos through the window while Jeff was driving so here is the best one. These are from Christmas morning before the alternator died.

Ice Chunks on the St. Lawrence

Friday

Doesn’t look like I’m going to work today either since it’s 2 minutes past when I’m supposed to be there.

Buddy came with his tractor and plow. He has chains on his tires and made it up no problem. He plowed out the 20 cm of fresh snow, but it’s still so icy underneath Jeff couldn’t get up with the truck. Maybe we should get chains for the truck!

Buddy said not to bother calling the sander guy because it is supposed to snow more.

Our current plan is to hike down and bring up a couple loads in the sled. Then we’ll shower and go get groceries.

Buddy coming up backwards with chains on his tires:
Icy Driveway

Buddy plowing:
Icy Driveway

Jeff trying to come up with 2 tires off the laneway:
Icy Driveway

Jeff reluctantly walking up after his attempt failed:
Icy Driveway

We’re home, our stuff isn’t quite…

We’re home. The driveway is a thick sheet of ice that is too slippery to stand on, let alone drive on. We slid backwards and luckily my amazing husband stopped the truck before we crashed into the lake.

We hiked up through the weeds, me with the shivering cat, Jeff with the dogs. I don’t think anyone fully appreciates just how long of a driveway that is, or just how steep it is. All of our belongings, gifts, clothes, dog crates, and my Grandma’s organ are still in the truck. This could be a long winter.

It’s a blizzard now – 15cm on the way…………….

Day 4

I had an awesome sleep last night!
Monty didn’t bark or growl once (that I heard)
Jeff wasn’t so lucky because he had a long afternoon nap.
Hopefully we’ll find a mechanic and be on the road soon!
Big winter storm is hitting Nova Scotia tonight!

8:13 Atlantic time
Jeff talked to Canadian Tire who didn’t sound too helpful. He’s just left with the truck. Oh please please please let that battery last until he gets there. The pets and I are at the motel for now.

8:36
Jeff called and he made it to Canadian Tire. They are booked solid but he thinks they may bump the appointments back to squeeze him in. We looked up the directions on how to fix it ourselves in case he can only get the part. We’d have to buy tools though. WHEW he made it there! I just emailed my boss that I won’t be at work today. (I was going to work a half day today and tomorrow – the library is open with basic service but most people aren’t working – I just wanted to make up a day so I didn’t have to burn my entire vacation days for the wedding).

9:20
I haven’t heard anything else from Jeff so I’ll assume it’s good news. If you don’t see any more updates here, then we’re on our way!! Now keep the storm away until we get home!

We ate Leonard

We left Mom’s on the 24th hoping to make it home on the 25th.

We stopped the first night in Levis – outside of Quebec City. We weren’t allowed to have dogs in the motel that was open, but Jeff begged a little, and they let us stay. It was a total dive. Jeff would have preferred to drive all night, but we needed a sleep.

We didn’t get much sleep – Monty wanted to growl and bark at every noise. We put him in his kennel and then he licked the metal door all night and drove us nuts.

We got up the next morning – Christmas – and headed for home.

As we turned onto the 185 towards New Brunswick, the battery light came on!

We went for awhile, and then Jeff exclaimed – it’s dropping fast now!! As we took the first turn off, the clock on the dash went blank. Our eyes darted around and we saw we luckily turned off into a little town – and we drove until we found a motel parking lot.

And there we were. At the Royal Motel in Cabano, Quebec. On Christmas Day. And they don’t take dogs. And are very French.

But they were open.

Jeff went in and talked to a French woman who said her husband would be back shortly and knows English. We got a room and said we had no choice with the dogs but we would pay extra.

It was even more of a dive than the first one. Tiny tiny room. Not even an alarm clock let alone a pen. But there were a few English stations on the TV!

So that is where we spent Christmas 2007.

Did I mention we were hungry?

That morning there were no stores or restaurants open so we ate what was left of the dinner the night before – which was half a bag of chips. We were expecting to find more stores open maybe by Christmas afternoon.

But in the middle of nowhere, Quebec, there is nothing open on Christmas. We dug into the back of the truck and found a box of chocolates! And a cookie tin from Julie of baking! AND a frozen cooked ham from the wedding.

We were in real survivor mode then. Jeff got out his swiss army knife and carved off a couple slices of semi-frozen ham. It was like we were on that movie Alive. We called him Leonard. He tasted good.

The owner of the motel called and had a friend who rebuilds alternators! Unfortunately that was going to take a few days. He lent us a battery charger so we plugged in the truck all night so we’d have a charge this morning. We were hoping the Canadian Tire would be open in Edmunston, New Brunswick this morning. We got the number from Brian (there was no Internet at the motel, let alone a pen, did I mention that already?) We called repeatedly, but there was no answer. I headed out on foot this morning for some food. I walked to the far side of town and waited at the door of a supermarket until it opened. I felt like I was some refugee in a foreign country. People kept talking to me in French and I would smile and look down. Finally it opened and I got some food to make Leonard… I mean ham… sandwiches fit for a king!

I walked back to the motel. The tricky this with this town of Cabano – it must have thawed for a day and refroze – the streets were totally slick and covered in thick ice. There were some attempts to spread some sand and gravel on it, but for the most part – it was extremely treacherous even trying to walk the dogs to pee. Walking across town led me to be a bold rebel and I walked in the streets and dodged traffic.

The town was nice. It was on a scenic lake – probably attracts tourists in the summer.

At noon today when Jeff went to renew the room, the husband realized he knew the owner of the Canadian Tire in Edmunston! He called him up and he said it was opening at 1pm today.

We immediately jumped to action and threw everything back in the truck. We pulled out the headlights, turned off all the electronics we could, turned off the heat and fan, and headed out for the 45 minute drive to Edmunston.

And that is where we are now. The Canadian Tire wasn’t open. With Brian’s help with Google at his fingertips, we managed to get to a Comfort Inn and tomorrow hopefully the truck still has enough juice to get back to Canadian Tire, or to a Ford dealership so they can fix us up. We’d like to get home someday. …… I was supposed to work tomorrow….

More to come from the honeymoon trail…

We made it

We left on Friday at 5:20pm and got home 24.5 hours later. Jeff drove straight through. It was snowing in Nova Scotia and really cold and windy in Quebec and we hit the beginning of this big snowstorm in Toronto.

It was too cold in the back of the truck even with the cap on the truck, the windows were closed, the kennels were wrapped in sleeping bags, but the old dog Trooper was shivering so then we had a dog and a cat up front with us!

I never want to drive back here again. Flights from now on! Well except for next week when we drive back – but then we won’t be trying to beat a storm and we’ll take 2 days and stop to sleep!!