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#1
General Board / Re: Post office troubles.
Last post by Ianab - Today at 05:31:09 AM
Here in NZ there are only 2 mail sorting centres, one in the Nth and one in the South, so your "across town" mail will travel several hundred miles, and back. Because paying a meat sack to sort mail costs more than a big machine that can scan and sort 100 letters a minute, 24 / 7, and get them 99.9% right. 

"Courier Post" gets sorted locally, and could be delivered same day, or at least stay local for next day delivery. 

Chain stores have clicked onto this, and you can order stuff from their web site, and it gets sent from the local store if they have stock. Means they only have to pay for the "local" or "outer area" courier rate, not the "long haul". But again that's about adapting to changing conditions. 
#2
General Board / Re: The weather 2024
Last post by thecfarm - Today at 05:14:37 AM
I have 36° and fog. Can't even see the field across the road.
Looks like 60 and mostly cloudy today.
#3
General Board / Re: Unintended Consequences
Last post by SwampDonkey - Today at 05:07:40 AM
Well, I can say for sure now that Jeff is a good  rayrock picker.  ffsmiley
#4
General Board / Re: Post office troubles.
Last post by SwampDonkey - Today at 04:52:41 AM
Mail delivery has been decent is recent years. I don't even have to go to a post office for a parcel. If it doesn't fit the community box, it's delivered to door. Been no weekend hours at the local PO now for 6 years or more. The parcel volume has increased dramatically at least 10 years ago. They say they are losing money, but is it because some corporation says this is what we are willing to pay to deliver our stuff or is it a government entity low balling rates to keep everyone struggling in the business? Or is it inefficiency? It's amazing the volume of stuff that goes by then back tracks to it's destination. Here in this region, everything has to pass through NB to get to anywhere else. Why not make to sort at the Quebec border then send it forward. Doubling travel within the region makes no sense.
#5
General Board / Re: The weather 2024
Last post by SwampDonkey - Today at 04:40:05 AM
38° F this morning and clear as a bell out there.  :sunny:  Some lower spots have frost this morning. It's 29° F in Presque Isle, Maine this morning.
#6
Forestry and Logging / Re: What are you cutting 2024?...
Last post by Ianab - Today at 04:19:03 AM
Like Doc says, you can go up a size. 

The bit that says 240x320 is the number of pixels (dots) in your image. You can go for 640 or 800 and get a larger (more detailed) image, without blowing the file size. 

Modern cameras lake crazy big files, default on mine is 4096 pix wide, or about 3 average monitors across, and maybe 5 mb file size. And it's not a high end phone. So there are limits put on the forum file size so Lil can't accidentally upload a 12 mb / 8,000 pixel image from her phone, and waste Jeff's server space  and bandwidth, when it then gets shrunk down at the end screen to ~1,000 pix for display anyway.

So you are doing it right by selecting and uploading the smaller size image, just you can go up a step in size and it will be fine. 

#7
Sawmills and Milling / Re: Sawing fir
Last post by SwampDonkey - Today at 03:14:45 AM
And green spruce are a lot lighter than green balsam fir. Fir is actually a little heavier than aspen. But it dries to a light weight. A lot of water in it. I don't want anything to do with sacking on Christmas trees all day. Those are heavy buggers.
#8
General Board / Re: Post office troubles.
Last post by Ianab - Today at 03:13:22 AM
Quote from: Machinebuilder on Yesterday at 07:41:32 AMI asked why the USPS delivered packages on Sunday and was told if they don't they wouldn't keep up.

I can see that. What we used to get as a "Christmas Rush" is now basically a normal day, but maybe only 1/2 the volume of letters. The letters take time to sort before the run, but delivery is pretty quick, especially if we are already stopping for junk mail / community newspapers / farming newspapers etc. Parcels have to be scanned and often walked in, so more time consuming. I started out just sorting the mail and parcels for Sharon to take out on the run next day, but she was finding the parcel volume was making for up to 12 hour days. so she bought a spare van that I take out for the last part of the run most days. It's only 1/4 of the boxes, but about 1/3 of the distance, mostly out in the hills. 

We are actually dropping the Saturday deliveries, which is now only parcels and newspapers anyway. Going to make for a bigger Monday, but that's generally our next quietest day anyway. 

I guess the main thing is being able to adjust to the changing situation. If mail volumes are decreasing, but parcel delivery is a growth area, where to you aim out business model? Simply doing what you have always done isn't going to work. 
#9
General Board / Re: Some random notes, observa...
Last post by YellowHammer - Today at 01:05:29 AM
I got me some real whoppers most folks would just roll their eyes at, but the ones that know me, know it all really happened.  Yep, me, Bill Dance, and Flipper.  As honest a story as ever, and it didn't start with a can of Viennas, it started with a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken.  

I remember the time where I read in BassMaster how Tom Mann always kept a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken on the front deck of his bass boat, and would munch on the drumsticks between fish, during the day, and the chicken would stay hot in the summer sun.  All day.  In the Alabama heat.  Yup, so I had to try it.  I figured if it was good enough for Tom Mann, it would be good enough for me, I mean he did invent the "Jelly Worm."  So I bought a 10 piece bucket of extra greasy, called up my buddy Mike, and went to fishing on the Big G, (that's lake Guntersville for the bass newbies) on a sweltering summer day.  So I plopped the bucket of fresh fried greasy KFC chicken parts in the front of the boat, and I got to catching, eating and laughing.  Mike, on the other hand, wasn't really enamored on the thought of eating "deck roasted chicken" as he called it, so ate a sammich for lunch.  Well, about 4:00 pm, the fishing had slowed, the bucket of day old summer chicken was nearly empty, and Mike was getting hungry.  I told him if he'd eat a piece of that chicken, he'd catch a fish.  Unbeknownst to him, I had decided the remaining chicken pieces had begun smelling a little "ripe" several hours ago, and decided to lay off them or maybe use them as catfish bait. However, since Mike was my buddy, and since there were a few beers involved, I convinced him that the only way he'd catch more fish is if he would finish off the chicken, that he didn't notice, was now drawing flies.  Of course, also being his buddy, I somehow forgot to mention my thoughts on the expiration status of the somewhat now slightly mushy bird, other than man, it sure smelled good.  So between casts, Mike finished off the chicken, had a Kroger's Cost Cutter beer, and we didn't think much more about it.  Or, I didn't anyway, but in a pretty short period of time, Mike was turning green.  Then he stopped talking.  Then he started burping.  Then he said he needed to get to the bank. Quick.  Real Quick.  Well...I had suspicions about what maybe was about to happen, (it was my boat and I didn't want it messy) so we raced back to the Marina where they had a bathroom. As soon as we hit the dock, Mike took off running across the parking lot full of PickemUp trucks and bass boat trailers.  Later, as we discussed the events that unfolded, running full speed probably wasn't such a good idea, as the shaking must have ignited the volcano he had inside his guts and before I knew it, I saw stop in the middle of the parking lot, jerk his pants down, sit across the frame of an empty trailer, lean back and let loose from both ends.  One stream went high, the other steam went low.  From the dock, it looked like he was doing a "Las Vegas Fountain" impression in the middle of a public launching ramp.  Anyway, the first act of the of show ended surprisingly quickly, and he was able to pull his britches up and skedaddle for the restroom before act 2 commenced, while I put the boat on the trailer.  I went inside the office, explained with a straight face to the guy working the counter who saw the whole thing, that my buddy had a "medical condition" and please don't call the cops, as the next rain will clean up the mess.  Anyway, we never did "Front Deck Chicken" again, although it worked a lot better with bologna and a ziplock bag.

Oh, I never got to the story about Bill Dance and Flipper, they are real doozies! 
#10
Also, I just spoke with the boss and she informed me that she doesn't like purlins. She wants to use 3x8 horizontal boards tongue and groove for the roof sheathing. "Like they do on Acorn Deck Homes."

So, that makes that whole thing much easier :)

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