Paul's New Job

I think this is going to be a real tough job that Paul's starting. Yesterday was his first day and he's already behind in his emails. He sat down in his office for the first time and was surprised to have 16 emails waiting for him with info about projects that need sorting out. He's supposed to fly out for a meeting next week, Tuesday morning and come back on the red-eye Friday at 6am with the expectation that he's going to come straight into work from the airport! I don't know.... seems over the top to me.

Meanwhile, since Paul now has the car to do his 1.25 hour commute, I am hoofin' it to work. Well, more like peddling. It only takes me about 15 - 20 minutes to get there, so it works out great! Only bummer is that it is really quite cold in the mornings now so that I need to wear gloves, two pairs of leggings and layered long-sleeves with a windbreaker, and just change into work clothes once I get there. Many folks at work have volunteered to pick me up in the mornings on their way in, but I will wait until I really need to take advantage of their generosity (once the ice and sleet set in). Anyway, I'm in the field so much that I will probably rarely need to ride to the office.

An Indulgent Day

Indulgence is all relative. To some, our day yesterday was a mere walk in the park, to others it may have been extravagant. Call it what you will, but to us it was deliciously indulgent, and slightly extravagant.

Backing up a day before our indulgent day, I think I mentioned that I had taken Friday off since I had already worked 60 hours by Thursday and really wanted to have an extra day off with Paul before he starts work. On Friday, we headed out in the rain to go just to the post office to see if they had the Yoda stamps that Paul wanted for his Star Wars collection, but by the end of the day we had gone to 2 consignment stores that sold antiques, a garden shop, hardware store (to look for parts to construct a traveling spinning wheel), McAllister's for lunch and the bike store to check on the status of my bike. Other than lunch, we didn't buy a thing, which was good. My bike's getting serviced because as of Monday I'm riding my bike to work. Paul gets to take the car since his job is faaaarr away compared to mine. It was a great day and we love the rain.

I had to include this picture of Paul dressed for the rain on Friday, complete with his plastic hat cover made for cowboy hats (I've never seen one, though, have you?).

When we got back we quickly dressed and went out to the apartment complex Halloween party to see if we could meet some neighbors. We met a few, but it was mostly kids and parents playing with their kids. We watched the kids, ate pizza, chatted a bit and came home.

In case you couldn't tell, I dressed as Wednesday from the Addam's Family and Paul went as "The Crow."

Ok so back to our indulgent day. Our plan for yesterday was heading to Asheville for the Southeastern Fiber Fair (Paul was kind enough to come along for this) and to the Biltmore Estate to spend the rest of the afternoon there. I was planning on taking Paul to a nice dinner to celebrate his new job and so thought the Biltmore Estate would be a great place especially since we got annual passes last time.

We packed a picnic lunch, hot chocolate in our travel mugs and we were off. The kitchen was a disaster, but we didn't care because the day was for us and not our kitchen! Asheville is about 2.5 hours away and we got lost since I was the navigator, and the driver I might add.

We finally got to the fair and it was fabulous! It was sensory overload seeing all the booths set up and the folks spinning, weaving and all the things for sale- oh my! We met the gentleman who designed the Fricke drum carder, saw the "Fricke Finest" in action, and met many angora rabbits and llamas too.

The rabbits... I feel like one of the rabbits here in my pink and with my bunny face on.

The booths... always plenty for sale!

The spin-in where you can plop down with your wheel and meet other spinners while you spin...

The fleece judging of fiber from alpacas, llamas, sheep, rabbit...

In case you think that this looks like a pelt (skin and fur), a fleece is merely the hair from an animal getting a "hair cut". The animal still has it's skin and is fine and healthy after the ordeal.

The stars of the show!

As we were winding down and about to leave, we saw a traveling spinning wheel that a lady was selling. She has 6 wheels and is trying to downsize and so was selling off some of her fiber stash, wheels and miscellaneous spinning trinkets. This wheel is the infamous Hat Box wheel by Louet which was made years ago and has not been made for years. It's now a collector's item I think, as I had heard about them quite a bit when I was a part of the Greater Los Angeles Spinning Guild. Now, I have to admit that it isn't the prettiest wheel out there, but it is small enough to take on a plane as a carry-on and it will be much easier to bring with me in the car with all my field gear when I travel for work. Plus, it is such an ingenious design with simplicity at the heart, that it is just dang cool! Anyway, we spent most of the rest of the afternoon giving it a test-spin and deciding whether we could afford it or not. Pleased to say, we came home with it.

All buttoned up in it's hat box case

2 seconds later, it's ready for spinning!

After we left the Fiber Fair, we had some tense moments trying to get to the Biltmore Estate. The map we got from the internet led us to the wrong location and after a phone call to the estate we finally found our way. The traffic was really bad in Asheville, and it was not fun at all driving through there. Two separate people shouted out the window at me that I can't drive, or "Is that what they do in California?" since we still have our California license plates on. I guess people in Asheville don't like U-turns because that's what I was doing both times when I got shouted at. Anyway, we got there slightly ruffled and nearly late for High Tea that we were scheduled for at 4:30. They said they'd wait for us until 4:45 and so we were running up the steps to the Inn and we made it there by 4:40. We were treated like royalty once we got there, though, and so we were relaxed in no time at all.

Paul was really looking forward to this since last time he had High Tea was at the Empress Hotel in Canada, coincidentally the last place where I had High Tea! Grandma and Grandpa took me there when I was about 10 and Paul went to the same place with Mum when he was in his 20's. This was just like how it was served at the Empress, complete with the British traditional English cucumber sandwiches, scones, clotted cream, lemon curd and all that good stuff.

I had a mint herbal blend and Paul had some fancy black tea concoction called Assam Goldleaf.

After tea we went for a walk down to the Biltmore Winery for a tour and for Paul to do some tasting. Along our walk we saw a wedding taking place at sunset.

After the wine tasting event, we had our dinner at the Bistro, also on the estate. It was good food, but I think the ambiance of being on the estate is what you pay for.

What a day! We began our drive home at 10:30 and had to swap drivers a half hour into it because I was really fighting to keep my eyes open. Luckily Paul was wide away and so I nodded in and out of sleep the whole way home. This was a day to remember.

Returning from Fayetteville

Fayetteville, NC was where I was this week. I got back last night, a day early, and by golly it's good to be home! I am taking today off to spend with Paul since I've already worked plenty this week and he starts work on Monday. At the moment we are sitting by the patio door listening to the much-needed rain and sipping hot chocolate, while he and I do our "interneting" on separate computers. I guess it's quasi-romantic?

I liked the job site in Fayetteville. I have so far worked in prettier places since working with my company, but there was so much open space where we were working that the sky and clouds seemed to be within reach all the time. That's what was neat about it. We were in a large, grassy field and it was us versus the sky which kept marching on as if on a large conveyor belt, bringing in showers, followed by sweltering humid heat complete with blue sky and fluffy clouds, and then the low blanket of rain clouds again. The mast of the drill rig seemed to touch the clouds at times, they were so low. We had to keep our eye out for lightening in case we needed to head for cover, because it looked like we were asking for it with our giant lightening-rod looking drilling equipment reaching up to the sky in the middle of an empty field. But lightening never came, and we were safe. The sunsets, as you can imagine, were breath-taking every day because there were always some clouds upon which the sun cast its magic. Whoever said that California gets all the sunsets?

I never got to post these pictures this week because my internet connection was down in my hotel room. Here are the most recent photos that Paul took of our home construction:

I don't know what the green paper does, do you?

This is taken from the kitchen looking into the gathering room with the fireplace.

Fort Darling

Wouldn't that be a cute name for a home? In England many of the old houses don't have a street address, just a name. When we've visited historic towns in England, some of the houses had a name plate where the address would be. Paul thinks that you can still register a name for your house with the post office so that it is official. He used to do a newspaper delivery route when he was young and the street addresses would go something like: 1 Bennett Place, 2 Bennett Place, 3 Bennett Place, Eliza's House Bennett Place, 4 Bennett Place.... etc.

On Friday, I was beginning the journey back to North Carolina from Richmond and didn't get far before I saw a sign on the freeway saying "Fort Darling next exit." Intrigued by all the Confederate/Union history here, I figured it would be worth seeing this fort before getting too involved in the drive. I wish I could say I felt more energy after work to do more sight-seeing, but I don't. so ending the day early was all the better for seeing a new place. After a few wrong turns and a consultation of the map, I found the fort at last. The ranger gave me a detailed history lesson (I think he was bored and I was the only one there) and then I made my way along the short trail to the fort. The night before I had just watched a scary show on the Travel Channel about ghosts that are supposed to be still haunting these old battlefields. To feel more safe, I called Paul and talked with him along the walk.

Fort Darling itself is not much of a fort anymore. All that remains that I could see was the cannon that fired at Union battleships coming up the James River. That was neat, but I guess I had envisioned an actual fort complete with stone walls and turrets.

I still like the name, though, and if you ever come to visit don't be surprised if you see "Fort Darling" written on the curb where the address is supposed to be.

House Update

Paul's gone to see our house this week and took some more pictures so I thought I'd better post the pictures that we took two weeks ago before I post the most recent changes! Things are moving along pretty quickly despite some setbacks with the wrong brick being used.

Back yard view of house

Front view from the street

Also, some good news is that Paul accepted a new position as program manager at an aerospace company and will be starting a week from Monday. He's now in busy mode ironing shirts, getting his car serviced and other last mid-day chores. It'll be sad seeing my house-husband going back to work because it has been so nice having him home over the last three months and he's been doing really great at keeping up with the chores. He has definitely earned his allowance!

I'm still in Virginia working this week and look forward to coming home sometime tomorrow. I am pretty tired and ready for a day off, but Sunday I leave again for the next project so I'm not going to get too relaxed.. it is easier to stay somewhat busy.

Vagabonding in Virginia

I'm not on vacation, but my spinning wheel is! We made the trip together up here to Richmond, Virginia so that I could do more field work for a different site, and have some relaxation when I got back to the hotel. I chose to drive instead of fly this time and loved every minute of the 5 hours of greenery, slight color changes in the trees and lack of traffic. My Majacraft wheel rode shotgun.

I was so excited to find this comfy armchair in the hotel room. I'm staying in a very country-style decorated place and so I'm sure they thought nothing of it when I walked in with my spinning wheel and wool. Fun thing is the wool that I'm spinning right now for Trish matches the bedspread in the hotel room and has colors of the armchair in it too. When the wool's on the bed, you hardly see it. This picture was taken on my cell phone so the colors don't show up too good, but you get the idea.

I'll be here through Friday so brought plenty of spinning to do as my hours on this project won't be as long as a normal sampling week. I'm acting as a site contact for a contractor who is using fancy instrumentation such as elaborate metal detectors to search for buried treasure. Ok, more like buried waste that was buried half a century ago by folks that didn't know any better back then. But it's still interesting all the same. I never thought I'd get to work on so many interesting projects!

The Biltmore Estate

Although I arrived home late on Friday night, I was really excited to keep with our plans to go with Tracy (from work) and her mom the next morning to the Biltmore Estate in Asheville, NC. We had heard a lot about it and Tracy and Elizabeth had annual passes there last year, so off we went! Tracy and her mom packes us all a wonderful picnic lunch to eat once we got there so long as we brought the blanket-- what fun people they are.

The Biltmore Estate was built in the late 1800's by George Vanderbilt, and is supposed to be one of the largest private estates in America. Even though the place was packed, once you walk away from the house itself, the grounds swallow you up and not a soul can be seen. Here is our secluded picnic spot:

The more manicured garden section has several greenhouses and specialty areas


Paul surveying the backyard

The Biltmore House itself

(we could not take pictures inside)

On the drive home we ended up finishing our lunch by way of a tailgate party/picnic.

We were in the parking lot of Bi-Lo, which let to one or two comments about ourselves as being a bit "red-neck" as the saying goes. Not that anything's wrong with that.... :-)

We ran low on buns so had our sandwiches open-faced, like a halfway In-N-Out Burger's Protein Burger: each person got a bottom or top bun and a lettuce leaf to act as the top bun to hold everything in. It was pretty dang chilly, but note that the Englishman still doesn't need a jacket.