Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Post 3699 - Wednesday Night

Sorry I didn't write last night. My body shut down around 8:30.

Today was another day at work. Patricia has been taking a few vacation days this week but thinks she will be back to work tomorrow. It means I can be home a bit sooner than usual. She has been having a hot dinner waiting every night. Much appreciated!

I saw the new issue of Frank at the Superstore across from my work, at 7:30 this morning. My article about the 1981 murder of Sadie Mae Rogers is in there, occupying two and a half pages. The article, plus a bunch of very rare reprints of articles and a vintage photo of an early reporter on the Rogers murder, Doug Harkness.

As things stand, I am not sure what my article will be for the next issue of Frank. I am considering a few cases, but which one will have enough information to justify an article, I cannot yet say. I am not trying to be circumspect. I just plain don't know.

We finished watching the first season of "Lost in Space" this evening. My goodness, what a good show. Edge-of-your-seat stuff from top to bottom. People complain about "Netflix bloat", which is when they try to fill, say, eight episodes of story into 12 episodes of show. I have found there was very little of that with "Lost in Space". If anything, I would have liked them to have made the season a bit longer than ten episodes. Check it out. You will not regret it.

It is late, very late. I need to get up in less than six and a half hours before I get up again. Groundhog Day.

See you tomorrow.


Monday, April 16, 2018

Post 3698 - What Would You Say?

This morning, my friend Scott Simpson (late of News 95.7, presently Program Director of News Talk 1290, CJBK in London, Ontario, posted on his Facebook a short video of himself as a 19 year old. He expressed a wish that he could talk to that much-younger version of himself and what he would say. He asked his FB friends what we would say to our 19 year old selves.

He caught me in a quiet, contemplative, pensive mood.

I wrote that I would tell that young man, who had been bullied in junior high school to within an inch of his life, and who had graduated high school without ever dated, and who was in his sophomore year at Acadia University and used to being beaten down, that things would get better. I would tell "Bevboy" that he was not stupid, not useless, and that he deserved happiness. That he was a good person. To find a way to hang in there.

And, of course, I did hang in there. It was not easy, because I did not have that pep talk when I was 19. I wish I had.

What would you tell YOUR 19 year-old self if you could?

You know how to respond: through FB, writing a comment to this post, or dropping me a line here. Just try to put "19 year old" in the subject line.

Short post tonight, I know. Gives you more time to write me!

See you tomorrow.


Sunday, April 15, 2018

Post 3697 - Sunday Night

Another weekend is over. In far-too-few hours I will have to get up and start another work week.

I didn't write on Saturday because we were running the roads all day and got back late. We were both exhausted from our intense labours and collapsed abed not long after we got home.

Today was about us relaxing from yesterday. We watched some stuff from the PVR, along with a few episodes of the new "Lost in Space", which is great fun.

The new Frank comes out this week. I will tell you that my contribution is about the 1981 murder of Sadie Mae Rogers in Amherst. First murder in Amherst since the 1930's, and I don't think there has been one since. A damn shame that this dear, sweet old lady should be murdered, and her murderer has still never been brought to justice. I hope that killer is still alive, and that my article, if he sees it, makes him feel uncomfortable. All the details are in the new Frank, out this week.

If you know anything about the murder of Sadie Mae Rogers, you can write me right here. I promise to keep your name confidential if you ask me to.

Another work week commences in hours. Yippee.

See you tomorrow.


Friday, April 13, 2018

Post 3696 - Friday Night

How was your day?

We dipped over to Dartmouth this morning to see our tax accountant. Taxes are due in the next couple of weeks, as you Canadians know.

After that, we got breakfast at the Cora's in Burnside. Cora's is a place that plenty of people go to, but that particular one was not very busy at all.  Patricia had salmon eggs benny. I had something called "Jo Construction", consisting of eggs and too much meat.

We checked out "Goody's" after that, which apparently is what they call Goodwill stores now. Turns out today was 95cent book day, so I got eight books. They also have a "buy three, get one free deal", so I got those eight books for $5.70 cents, of 71.25 cents per book.  I got a "Game of Thrones" novel that we didn't already have, plus the latest Steve Berry Cotton Mather thriller. It came out in paperback in January and would retail for nearly $13.00, so I got a good deal! Got six more books of note, too, but they're upstairs and I'm tired. If you must know what I got, let me know, and I will list them tomorrow night.

(There is a friend on Facebook who lives in the States. He is forever going to his local thrift stores and purchasing books for something like ten cents apiece, and putting pictures of them on his Facebook. I am for some reason fascinated by these posts. Perhaps I should put up a few of my own!)

We then went to the "Bibles for Missions" thrift store on the outskirts of Bedford. I was on the hunt for a cheap arse widescreen computer monitor, like the one I'm staring at now. It was less than six dollars there last year. Would be super sweet to get another one for the other desktop computer in this home office.

But they had nothing, and I got nothing. But Patricia got some clothes and other things, totaling exactly $21. But I had got her a $20 gift certificate from that place for Christmas, so she was out of pocket one whole dollar.

From there we went to Guy's Frenchy's, which is sort of across the street. She got more clothes and some bedding. After spending the gift card I got for her there for Christmas, she was out of pocket just over $30.

We returned home around 4:20. Patricia napped while I snacked and watched a bit of tv. I did some work this evening.

An eventful day, and three thrift stores. I love those places!

Tomorrow we have some plans which I will tell you about in short order. Until then, I really should turn in, because there is plenty to do on Saturday!

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.


Thursday, April 12, 2018

Post 3695 - The Weekend Is Here

Yes, the weekend is here. And, I'm broke, even though it's payday.

Yes. We got the car back. Over five hundred smackers of work, and storage, and taxes.

Rather than lug the tires back and forth, we are spending $69 to store them. I learned that they are actually stored somewhere in Lakeside. We live in Timberlea, which is one community away from Lakeside. So, yes, the tires for our car, and other folks' cars, are stored mere minutes from where I type these words. And we are paying good money for this privilege.

So, the "all season" tires are on. Balanced. Aligned, too. Two different processes. Oil change. Fluid fill up. Brake check. Checking that the seal was still good around the windshield. Et cetera.

There was no discussion about the warranty being threatened, so that was good.

Had a few minutes to kill before the shuttle took us to work. The new, 2018, Soul's "only" have an 8 year, 160 000 km warranty. Ours has 8 year, 200 000km. We appear to have a better warranty. No regrets about getting our car!

After work, on the way home, we went to the fish and chips place in Bayer's Lake, Fredie's Fish and Chips. Still an awesome place. I found an insurance pink sheet on the ground. Still in effect. Took in to Fredie's. They said they would call the guy if they had to. That is but one small example of the customer service in that place! Above and beyond.

We are off on Friday. Gotta get up relatively early and head over to Dartmouth to meet with our tax accountant. Then, we head back to Halifax to attend Patricia's Gaelic class. The teacher keeps asking Patricia about me, and this is the last class for several months, so I guess I will go. I will  understand nothing except when they say my name, but them's the breaks.

There are other plans for the weekend, and some important work, too. I can't put it off any longer.

You folks have a good evening. Bark at ya tomorrow.


Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Post 3694 - Two Blog Posts In A Row? Are You Kidding Me?

Yeah, the title.

I just filed my latest cold case article with my editor at Frank. Another vintage unsolved murder. You will be able to read it next week.

After we got home tonight, we went to the shed behind the house and dragged and rolled the summer tires out and stuffed them in the back seat. Barely fit. We will take the dealership up on the offer of storing the tires on site. It costs a bit, but we are both tired of lugging them back and forth. They take up space and are a pain to store at the best of times. Money well spent.

Tomorrow morning we take the Soul in to the dealership, there to have the honour of spending $500 on "required" service. I just love it when I get a few extra bucks and have to spend them on something unplanned.

I have to get up early tomorrow, so I plan to turn in early to boot.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.


Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Post 3693 - Tuesday NIght

Gee, did you miss me?

I feel just awful, not writing on a regular basis. People are walking up to me on the street and asking me what is wrong with me.

The answer is... I'm not sure.

The last two nights, I turned in early. Monday night, I pretty much just slept the night away. We didn't even watch "American Idol".

Monday, I took a vacation day, and spent the bulk of it at the archives, with mixed results. I spent several hours researching one story, and found nearly nothing. The second one, a vintage unsolved murder, revealed more information. A third story, one I have been picking away for 8 months or so, once again revealed nothing. I was disappointed, but that is the way with research. Many a time, hours of research can yield little or nothing.

And, today, whilst I was waiting for Patricia to show up at the Superstore parking lot, I chanced to look up at the little service reminder sticker in the upper left hand corner of the windshield. The date of April '18 and some five digit number were there, representing the assumed mileage. The second digit of the number looked like a five to me, if a deformed one. Realizing that I may be behind the service contract, I got on the Ameche to the KIA service department. After I told them who I was, I scheduled the service (brakes, oil, a multi-point service blah blah), plus moved up the swap out of the Winter tires for the Summer ones from April 30th, all to this Thursday, the 12th.

The over all amount, including the cost of them storing the tires at the dealership rather than lug them back and forth, is over $500.


My frig, I am not sure what is worse. Having a car that's falling apart and needs a ton of work to keep on the road; or a brand-new car that requires services in order to maintain a warranty.

They are supposed to send us email notifications, to alert us to work that has to be done to the car, but none came.

I have to hope that we have not challenged the warranty. According to them, we are 2000 kilometres over due. The date and the mileage (with what looks like a five, but they may think is a three) may cause us some grief. I am not sure what will happen if they decide we have voided the warranty. No more warranty, I guess. We will be plenty ticked if that is the case.

I will keep you up-to-date on this important story.

I think I will turn in.

See you tomorrow.