Crossed Signals

This afternoon, I thought I heard the train dispatcher telling a local train that they needed to get out of the way because of a "business car special coming out of Sparks." I told Lisa, and she decided to get out the big camera and get footage of it coming through Fernley.

( Wrong Sort of Train )

On the assumption that I'd misheard the dispatcher, I went back to Day Jobbe and Lisa started getting ready to paint the north end of the porch that she prepped yesterday. Then she came in and said, "I hear another train coming."

( Could Have Done Better )

I apologized to Lisa. I had heard nothing else about this train on the radio, and unlike Amtrak, there's no way for me to track trains like this. Furthermore, with that train pounding away at 70 MPH, there was no way I could have hopped in the car and got ahead of it, aside possibly by trying to roar up I-80 to the US-95 junction some 40 miles east of here, which didn't seem worthwhile. Given where we live, we'll probably see this train again.

North End Done

After the disappointment of missing the Business Train for the nice video shot, Lisa went back to painting the north end of the front porch. She used up most of a can of paint on this and got a whole lot done.

( Plenty of Paint )

Aside from the space in front of the front door (which will probably be the most challenging part of the whole job since it has to be done in bite-size pieces so we can still come and go), the deck of the porch is done, along with all of the steps. After Lisa gets this tricky part done, she can start considering redoing the sides of the porch, and maybe the trellis, unless we decide to replace the trellis entirely due to how worn it is.