Sunday, September 23, 2018

Post 3783 - Sunday Night - Even More Sleep Deprived

I cannot sleep this evening. I slept earlier this evening. I was feeling unwell around 6:15pm so I took a nap that last three hours. Now, here I am, 1:30 in the morning, with a thrown-off sleep pattern.

Have spent the last hour or so researching some stuff.

I will go back to sleep now. I hope.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Saturday, September 22, 2018

Post 3782 - Saturday Night Sleep-Deprived

Well, hello there, handsome.

A guy at work, who reads this blog, told me the other day that his own "body shut down" the other night, an obvious reference to how often I tell you that I went to bed early and slept the night away.

That's pretty much what happened Friday night, I'm afraid. After work, I picked up Patricia at her work. We parked on Morris Street and walked to the new location of Dust Jacket Books, in the Historic Farmer's Market building. I bought a couple of the Walt Longmire novels by Craig Johnson. We really miss that show, but I knew it was based on Johnson's series, which is ongoing.

We decided to grab a quick dinner at Cheelin's next door. One of the better Chinese restaurants in the city, on the list of the top restaurants in the city. I am not sure if I would go that far, but I sure do like the egg rolls and dumplings and "Saturday noodles", so that is what we ordered.

We walked around the waterfront for a spell before returning to the car. We drove home and I turned in early.

This morning we got up relatively early as there was a "trucker's breakfast" at the Trinity United Church in Timberlea. For eight dollars you get eggs and bacon and sausages and baked beans and toast and hash browns and then a couple of pancakes. Wash it all down with a choice of juice, and coffee or tea. We partook.

We waddled to the car and drove downtown. Patricia was getting her hair done. I was off to the Archives for a few hours of cold case research. To some people it would look like the most boring thing ever, but to me it is rewarding and even fun. Anything but boring. The hours fly by. Even when I don't find much, and feel a bit discouraged, I still find things that can be used for other articles at other times.

I felt that way today. I was researching a particular unsolved murder, and found very little. But I did find other articles that I have safely stored on my dropbox and will use them for something else, some other time.

Patricia's hair was done by 1:10 or so. I picked her up on Spring Garden Road. We decided to check out the Starbucks at Bayer's Lake, the one just off the Bay Road. It has been there for, what, eight years or so, but we had never set foot in the place.

A couple of expensive and frothy drinks later, we decided to drive to Otis and Clementine's in Tantallon. It is a pretty fun used bookstore. I found a couple more Waltmire books but didn't get the. Saw some very choice horror books but didn't get them. Saw a very nice hardcover about the life of Bruce Dickson, best known as the lead singer of Iron Maiden. But I didn't want to pay 30 dollars for a used hard cover of a book that will likely hit the remainder bins before the holidays.

We went up the street to the meat market in Upper Tantallon. Caviccini's, or something like that. Very hard to spell. And the pronunciation is open to interpretation. But the food was fine. I had the smoked meat sammich. Patricia had the soup of the day, veggies with some kind of sausage. On the way out, she got some sausages, which we put in the freezer when we got home.

I took a long nap, and got up in time to watch a movie on the telly. Now it is past midnight, Sunday morning technically, and about to turn in again.

Sunday is about house cleaning. I sure am looking forward to that.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Thursday, September 20, 2018

Post 3781 - Thursday NIght Ramblings

How was your day?

Typical day at work. After it was over, I drove over to Princess Auto in Burnside. The man who mows the lawn at the house in the Valley asked me to pick him up a trailer hitch of some description, on sale at PA, and I was happy to do that for him.

I also wanted to pick up a couple of nifty power bars, which I will soon put to good use here in my home office. They are really meant for a work shop, like my late father's. They have 12 outlets, on a three foot cord. Same kind of technology as the power bars one uses for home electronics. Only $17. I got three of them.

Afterward, I returned to Halifax and parked around the corner from where Patricia was doing her weekly Pilates class. We drove home and got caught up on "Better Call Saul".

Friday is nearly here. The weekend cannot get here soon enough.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Post 3780 - Another Blog Post? Already?! Go On With Your Bad Self!!

Pretty much says it all.

Yes. Another blog post so soon. What is up with me, anyway?

How was your day? After work, I drove to the Archives and researched my next unsolved murder article for Frank Magazine. Found several articles. I am also trying to track down family members of the deceased person. I have been told by one source that they don't want to talk to anyone about the murder, which was so long ago. They want to move on with their lives. I do not understand that at all. I will try to get them to talk to me, but if they don't want to, it will not stop me from writing an article.

We got home. Watched an episode of "Better Call Saul". Patricia went to bed and I came down here to the home office.

Trying to firm up plans for the weekend. Would love to have a day of relaxation. I have nearly forgotten what that feels like. We really need a vacation. I have barely touched my vacation days this fiscal year. I nearly lost a bunch of days this past fiscal year and don't want that to happen again.

No. I didn't read anything more in the Mike Hammer book today. Did you see The Girl Hunters film, starring Mickey Spillane, playing his own character, Mike Hammer? Hmm? Well, did you?

I am going to turn in. Another long day beckons, seven hours from now.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Post 3779 - On The Other Hand...

Well, this post is only two days after the previous one. I am getting better!

Monday night, I turned in early. I thought I might wake up in time to produce some kind of post, but you know what a thought does when it is well fed. Well, I didn't know until Patricia told me years ago; but you catch my drift.

So, during my lunch hours I am trying either to go for a walk or to read a book. I haven't tried reading a book while I was walking, or walking while I was reading a book. Come to think of it, those two last things are pretty much the same thing. But they both look geeky.

I have been making my way through a Mike Hammer novel by Mickey Spillane. Spillane was one of the most popular writers of the 20th century, even though many (most?) critics hated his work. Others defend him and his writing almost to their detriment. I had never read any of his work but had accumulated several of his novels over the years. I decided to rectify that and started off with "Vengeance is Mine" from... 1952, I think it is. The third "Hammer" novel, after "I, the Jury", and "My Gun is Quick". Spillane was so popular a writer, and the character of Mike Hammer was so iconic, that a Hammer book called "The Girl Hunters" was filmed in the early 1960's. The man who played Hammer? Mickey Spillane! It is on my Plex Media Server if you guys want to go look for it.

As for Spillane's writing: I don't get it, at least not yet.

Turgid prose. Even though the book is only 160 pages, it has a glacier pace. I expected misogyny because of the subject matter and the time it was written in, but what I am finding is so over the top, I thought it was a Mad Magazine parody.

I am about one third of the way through the book. I will persevere. I may even try to read another Hammer novel, but I think that may be my limit.

YMMV, of course.

It has been a very long day. Wednesday promises to be even more so. I will keep this post short and promise to try to write something tomorrow evening. I do miss you guys.

See you then.

Bevboy


Sunday, September 16, 2018

Post 3778 - Uh....

Yes. I am still among the living.

Sorry I haven't written the last several days. Wednesday night, I turned in early. Like, really, really early. Thursday night, I had a Frank Magazine deadline. Friday night, once again, I turned in early.

Saturday, I went to the Valley and stayed the night. At the house, the internet connection was indescribably bad. It is usually fine, easily enough to watch Netflix while I am surfing the web; but yesterday, and even into Sunday, it barely worked at all. Emails would squeak on to my phone, but when I tried to open them up, it would complain of their being no internet connection. The router would indicate by turns that there was such a connection, and then go "red" to indicate that it was just kidding around with me. Like I said, it is usually fine. I hope it was just an anomaly.

I came back to the city this morning and spent the day goofing off and enjoying the day with Patricia and Newbie. Newbie really missed me. He is being coy and standoffish, but staring at me the whole time. Little guy likes to play hard to get.

Patricia reported an issue with Newbie that got me a bit worried. He usually jumps from the floor to the sink to get a drink of water; but in the last few days he is a little hesitant to do just that. He is now 12. He used to jump and run all over the place. He would leap up on top of cupboards and stare down at us. He stopped doing that a couple of years ago. I know he is getting on a bit. I just don't to think about him, you know, going downhill or anything.

Newbie has already outlived Cindy Clawford. We put her down four years ago now, when she was about 11. She had been in failing health for some time. I am now starting to wonder if Newbie is on a similar slow decline. I hope not. I like the little guy.

Gee, this is a mawkish blog post, isn't it?

No Frank Magazine deadline this week, so I can breathe a bit. Happy about that.

I am going to turn in but not before promising you that I will write tomorrow night, and the night after, and the night after that. Maybe not the night after that, though. I'll tell you about those plans later.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.

Bevboy


Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Post 3777 - Yes. Still Among The Living!

Five days later...

Sorry I haven't written. Friday night, my body shut down pretty early. Saturday, Patricia and I went to the Valley, there to do a good day's work, carrying over into Sunday. So. Much. Work. Family stories and legends. And detritus aplenty.

We returned to the city on Sunday afternoon. Greeted Newbie. And, once again, a very long nap, and then to bed early.

Monday was a return to work and a return to some normalcy. Last night, we both turned in early, after a trying day of ups and downs.

After work on Monday, though, to celebrate Patricia's new job, we went out to dinner in Fairview, at Freeman's Little New Yorker, an offshoot of the Quinpool Road restaurant that has been there since 1956. I had the lasagna. I liked what I ate Monday night, but today it has caused me some, uh, er, um, discomfort, which still hasn't gone away. I finished all but a bite or two of it this evening, and it was dull and lifeless, and just reinforced the, uh, er, um, discomfort. I don't plan to go back.

Also tonight, we got caught up on season two of Mr. Mercedes, which is about one tenth as interesting as season one. I haven't read the Stephen King novels the show is based on, so I don't know how closely the storyline hews to the books, but I do hope that the books are more entertaining. So far, in season two, we have an antagonist who's been in a coma and still manages to confound the hero of the show, Brenda Gleeson's Bill Hodges.

Patricia loved season one but was looking at her watch this evening. Which is funny, because she wasn't wearing a watch. Staring at her wrist was more fun than watching the show, I guess. I grant you, she has a very nice wrist.  Firm, yet supple.

Tomorrow is Wednesday already. Who made up this weekday arrangement, anyway? I kinda like it.

Let's hope I see you tomorrow. I miss you when I don't write.

Bevboy