Sunday, September 22, 2019

Post 3904 - I'm Back! (I Hope!)

Hello again.

My name is Bevboy. In 2007, I decided to start this here little old blog. For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, I have been here, year in and year out, trying to produce a blog post, or more, every single day.

Why haven't I been more prolific lately?

It is hard to say. I have been in a little funk lately. I get up. Go to work. Be at work. Drive home. Vege in front of the tv. Research and write my articles for Frank. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. After all that, there was little time left to stretch my muscles and produce a blog post for y'all.

And, yet, other years I would persevere and write something anyway. So, what gives?

See two paragraphs above. The funk thing.

Things which didn't get to me before, are starting to do so. It is perhaps the idea that I am getting older and what do I want to do with the rest of my life, and what have I accomplished so far, if anything at all? These are all excellent questions, and my pursuit of answers has resulted in the funk I have now mentioned three times.

I am also quite sure that you are getting tired of me telling you what I did recently. A summary of my recent comings and goings is probably tiresome for you to read, although I can type it pretty quickly on my 30 year old Model M keyboard.

Perhaps if I picked and chose the things that I find most interesting? Let's try that.

A week ago, Patricia and I went to the Valley for the day. We learned that the Box of Delights Bookstore, a mainstay of downtown Wolfville for since 1972 or so, is closing up. The owner is retiring, and it does not appear as if anyone wants to take on the business. What this means for the Deep Roots Festival, which rents space downstairs from that store, is anybody's guess.

We went there one last time a week ago. I bought one last book there, a walking tour of the town of Wolfville, a slender tome priced at $15. Patricia got a few more things there. As we were about to leave, she pointed out the keyboard that the owner was using to run the point of sale computer. It was wooden! I had heard of wooden keyboards before, but had never seen one in real life. Since the store was closing, and I figured what the hey, I offered to purchase the keyboard from her, if she wanted to part with it after the store closed. She took my business card and wrote my phone # on it along with a note regarding my interest in the keyboard.

I did a bit more research. You can get bamboo keyboards for goodness' sake, but I do not understand what the typing experience is like on such things. I can enthusiastically report that the typing experience is sublime on this keyboard, which I got a couple of years ago at a thrift store for 50 cents. I wish I had several of them. Maybe this wooden keyboard, if I can get it cheap enough, will be a nice typing experience. Maybe it won't. Time will only tell. I promise to tell you how this plays out, because I know that all of your care so very deeply about such things.

Patricia is just back from another edition of BOW, Becoming an Outdoor Woman. She was too tired to tell me much about it this evening. She has already gone to bed. But she did come home with a pretty nifty knapsack, one nearly as big as a teenager, and which could likely fit a teenager.

I told you several months ago that I joined the CWC, the Crime Writers of Canada. They have the Arthur Ellis Awards every year, which award excellence in various types of crime writing. There was a call for judges. I wrote back seeking more information, which I am awaiting. There is a chance that I will be a judge, one of many, for the next Arthur Ellis Awards. That sounds pretty interesting. But, once again, I do not know how this will pan out. I will tell you how it does, because, once again, I know you hang on my every word.

Oh, for those who don't know: Arthur Ellis was the official hangman of Canada between 1912 and 1935. His actual name was Arthur English, but he adopted that pseudonym. That is why the logo of the CWC looks like someone being hanged. The actual awards are constructed in such a way that if you pull the string on it, the legs and arms move. I hope to see one in person some day.

I think I will call it a night. It's a night. That joke never gets old.

Tonight felt good. It felt good to get back in the saddle again. I want to try this, again. Soon.

How about, Monday night?

See you then!

Bevboy




Tuesday, September 10, 2019

Post 3903 - Soon

I miss you all. I will be back at this soon. I promise. Dealing with a lot of stuff. Getting to me. But I will persevere because that is what Bevboy's do.

I really should figure out what the plural of "Bevboy" is, and how it should be spelled....

Bevboy


Monday, August 26, 2019

Post 3902 - Monday Night Stuff

Hello again, my lovelies.

I wish I could tell you with a straight face that I did all kinds of stuff this evening. Instead, I got home around 5. Patricia was cooking dinner but had some stuff for me to throw into the green bin. Good times.

We were hungry again by 8:30 or so, so I cooked a couple deluxe grilled cheese sandwiches. Cooked onions first and threw in a bit of spiced paprika in the frying pan. Lightly toasted some bread and put some margarine on the outside of the slices before putting some fried onions, real cheese and a couple of those sandwich savers pickles inside the sandwich. Grilled each sandwich for 5 minutes or so and voila! A nice sammich.

I have a Frank deadline this week. I should have spend some time working on an article tonight. Darn me.

I was supposed to record another podcast with Jordan Bonaparte Tuesday night but that has been postponed till Thursday night. We will discuss another unsolved Nova Scotia murder. Which one will be revealed in due course...

I am going to call it a night. Never mind. Not using that old joke again. Tomorrow, or next time I write that is, I will tell you about an old friend who died last week. He was a lovely man I have discussed here on the blog before. I will rehash that and share my thoughts about his passing, soon.

See you then.

Bevboy


Sunday, August 25, 2019

Post 3901 - Sunday Night Stuff

Hello again.

It is getting late. I will keep this short.

Patricia remains unwell. They sent her home from work on Thursday. She stayed home on Friday. And while we had planned to go to the Valley on Saturday, we pretty much stayed put. We went to nearby Tantallon but that was it.

Today was us laying around wasting more time. I did spend some time downstairs opening up a few more boxes.  Nearly all the boxes have been opened up. Now it remains to go through the boxes of wires and things and decide which ones are worth keeping. I could throw out nearly all of the stuff without looking but when they packed up our stuff months ago, they pulled out the power cords from some devices. I have the devices, but the power cords are nowhere to be found. A perfectly-good soundbar is useless to me because they frigging put the power cord in one box and the soundbar in another. Many weeks after I began this journey I have yet to find the powercord to that soundbar. I presume it is in one of those several boxes of similar cords and cables and whatnot.

Little things like this drive me nuts. What were they thinking when they decided to separate the cord from the soundbar, anyway? Why does a person do such a thing? Sigh and double sigh.

Another work week beckons. I will respond to its clarion call in under seven hours. I think I will turn in. 5:30 comes too early.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy





Thursday, August 22, 2019

Post 3900 - Yes! Finally!

Welcome to post 3900.

Sort of.

As I have pointed out before, I have miscounted the blog posts over the years, several times. At first, i was inconsistent in the numbering convention. "Blog post 101.5", for example. And several times I re-used blog post numbers, purely by accident.

But let's be civilized and call this post 3900.

I had to have a nap when I got home from work tonight. I am reduced to that now. Napping so I can take on the evening and stay up to a decent hour before falling asleep again. If this is what getting old is like, then I... actually, it's not that bad. Sleeping a little extra.

When I was a teenager, I would often sleep in until 10 or 11 on a Saturday morning. One time, Dad walked in on me and asked me why the hell I was still in bed, at noon on a Saturday. As I had not been drinking or carousing the night before, I did not have a logical answer for him. I am not sure if I would have one now, other than I like to sleep in on the weekends.

Patricia returned to work today. But she called me around 9:45 and told me she had been sent home. She was holding on to the wall on the way to the lady's room. The executive director saw her and told her manager and director. They corralled her when she emerged and told her she looked unwell and to go home. I believe a cuss word or two was used. Not by Patricia. She was told to stay home on Friday, and to gauge things on Monday.

This attitude is in sharp contrast to how things used to be done in government. I remember well seeing people dragging their sick arses in to work, infecting everyone in the office, because if they were taking "too much sick time", their bosses would take great delight in raking them over the coals. They would be made to feel like, uh, feces, if they took "too much sick time". While I don't want people to abuse the sick day privileges they have, sick is sick; and if you are sick, then you should stay the, uh, heck, home. It is much better today, by and large, than it was all those years ago.

I am sounding like an old man. "In my day...."

Anyway, I was granted a bit of time to drive her home. We stopped off to get a couple groceries on the way home. I dropped her and the food off and returned to work. I did not want to miss the pizza party at lunch time!

After work, after the nap I mentioned, I cooked some of the salmon we got today, on the barbecue. Turned out really well. There will be leftovers on Friday.

I am only 100 posts away from blog post 4000. Should I do something special? Let me know.

I am going to call it a night. It's a... sorry, I have already done that joke.

See you tomorrow, I hope.

Bevboy


Tuesday, August 20, 2019

Post 3899 - Now!

Hello again, my friends.

I feel just awful that I haven't been writing regularly lately. I have many reasons, but they don't amount to excuses. Busyness. Tiredness. Lack of things to say. The same things, over and over again. But, those things have never held me back before, so what gives?

I am still unpacking boxes that were in storage for a few months. Still finding things I had forgotten I owned. I know, last year, that I got rid of a few flatscreen monitors, but others have taken their place and are waiting patiently for one of the two active ones I have, to go kaput.

Computer thingies. How could anyone outside of a duded who owns a computer repair shop, have so darned many computer thingies? Keyboards. Mice, both PS/2 and USB based. Keyboards, but just this one Model M keyboard. I just unearthed a 32GB SD card, still in its original wrapping. What the deuce did I buy it for? I don't know. But it was only about $14 at a local store so I "had to have it".

And the books! Where did they come from? It is as if the big books mate with other big books and produce lots of little books. Like, my Tom Clancy's and Lee Child's got together and begat all kinds of John D. MacDonald's, Rex Stout's, or Chelsea Quinn Yarbro's.

My home office has been rearranged since the flood. I keep my two computer desks side-by-side, with the much smaller desk behind me. It is where I keep my television and do Frank research mostly. Doing it this way means I only need one computer chair. I threw out the extra one this morning and some guy scavenging for garbage day scooped it up.

I officially have enough scanner to last me for the rest of my life, assuming I live to a ripe old age. When this one croaks, I can press one of several others into service. And my laser printer, when it goes to that great recycling depot in the sky, has a twin brother  I can use at a moment's notice.

A lot of redundancy. Maybe too much of it.

I have yet to open every box. I am hoping to achieve that goal later on this week. I am hoping that whatever I find, I don't need and can toss out.

We still haven't resolved the issue with the couch that was in two pieces, and then three. We are hoping to get that out of the way in the next week or so. We both want this crap behind us.

The flood of 2019 is mostly a memory, but the aftermath, the clean up, has been time consuming and troubling. I don't know how I had managed to cram so much stuff in this room before. It is the same size; it did not shrink. But it has filled up faster than it ever did before. I do not have an explanation for why. Perhaps some law of physics got bent and now nature is punishing me for owning so much stuff.

Let's go with that.

Tomorrow night Patricia has a thing after work. I can go to the archives or the library without guilt that I am holding her up from something. I can spend some time researching an unsolved murder or missing persons case. Something relaxing...

I will call it a night. It's a night. Take care of yourselves and I will get back at you... tomorrow?

Bevboy


Sunday, August 11, 2019

Post 3898 - Soon

The blog will return on Monday. Sorry for the lack of output lately.

Bevboy