Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Post 3865 - Mea Culpa! Mea Maxima Culpa!

Pretty much says it all, huh?

I am very sorry I haven't written lately. I have had Frank deadlines. I had to work all weekend. So much else.

Where to start?

How about with the most painful one?

I collected DVD's for years. "Collected" might be the wrong word. More like an avaricious hoarding. I'd buy them. If lucky, I'd watch them once. Most of the time, though, I never watched them at all.

A waste, I know. A waste of time, buying them. A waste of space. And, above all, a waste of money. I don't want to think about how much I spent on them. In days of downloading, and especially now, of streaming, having a physical DVD or CD or whatever, hardly seems worth it.

After the flood of 2019, we were confronted with the reality that the whole bottom floor here at Casa Bevboy would have to be cleaned out so the restoration company could do its work. I decided last week that rather than bundle up the DVD's, I would instead donate them to Mission Mart, in Bayer's Lake.

Sunday afternoon, after I got home from work, and after  my nap, I started piling the DVD's into one large plastic bag after another. After a good 90 minutes or so, maybe closer to two hours, I was done. I learned that the Mission Mart closed at 5pm. It was something like 4:20. Dragged the heavy bags (and a box) of DVD's into the Soul and took off for MM. Got there around 4:40, twenty minutes before they'd close. Joked with the young lady receiving the items that she should ask her grandparents about these things. She laughed and received them, and I left.

Two days later, I am having a hard time remembering just what I donated. Lots of TV shows on DVD. Some films, especially the ones in the box.

Now, I just have to put into more bags, the many papers in the rec room so they can be tossed out. After that, I start packing my books, which will be tremendous fun of such a fun nature that I am not sure if I can contain myself. In fact, i don't think I will be able to do so.

Sigh.

I had to work Saturday and Sunday. Here it is, Tuesday, and I have worked nine days in a row. I am grateful that I will be off all next week. In fact, in two more days, I will be off work for something like 10 days. Looking forward to that. Of course, much of that time I will be doing stuff around the house here. Yippee.

I will pledge to you to work harder to write more often. I have always tried to take Joan Rivers' advice about blogs. She always believed that blogs should be "fed" on a daily basis, to keep them fresh and full of content. That is why I feel I am disappointing myself, and by extension, you all, by not writing more frequently. That is on me, and I regret it. Let me renew my resolve to write more often.

Starting tomorrow.

See you then. I promise!!

Bevboy


Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Post 3864 - Hello

Hi. Just letting you know that I am still alive.

Have a tight Frank deadline. Will write you more later.

Sorry!!

Bevboy


Monday, April 8, 2019

Post 3863 - An Update

Sorry I haven't written in the last four days. I spent a day in the Valley, returning on Saturday. Then I have been resting and getting ready for today's visit from the fellow from Wise Cracks.

He got here about 10 minutes early, which is a bonus. Barely 90 minutes later, he was done. He inserted some hollow "pegs" in the area where the crack was and squirted some stuff in those pegs. They are supposed to fill up the crack with that substance, preventing further issues with water seeping in. That is the theory. We are supposed to get a pile of rain in a few days so that will be a big test.

In the coming days I have to bundle up piles and piles of books into probably-not-enough boxes in anticipation of the restoration company dropping by and doing there thing in the basement, a process which will apparently take a few months. I look forward to this the way the average person looks forward to a root canal. So much work. Who knows how much pay off?

After four days off work, it is a return to reality in the morning.

I think I will turn in, but not until I clarify something. People have been complimenting me on my joining the Crime Writers of Canada last week. Thank you. But I had to pay to join. I was able to join because of the 50-some cold case articles I have produced for Frank Magazine. I could join as a professional writer because I get paid for those articles. One domino knocked over the next one, and the next one; and the by-product of all that is my ability to join the CWC. Lots of people can join in a non-professional capacity, but I am exalted enough, if you want to put it that way, to be able to be a professional member.

Most professional members write crime fiction, whether they be detective stories, cozies, psychological suspense, or whatever. I am in the true crime section, along with precious few others across the country.

So, clear as mud?

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Thursday, April 4, 2019

Post 3862 - The News I Have Been Sitting On

Do you remember that episode of The Beverly Hillbillies where Mr. Drysdale, the Clampett's oily banker, sits down with the family and says he wants to tell them something important? He tells them that thing. A moment later, family patriarch Jed notices his nephew Jethro fidgeting and admonishes him for him, saying, "Mr. Drysdale's fixin' to tell us something."

I kinda feel like that now.

This news is important to me, and I cannot help but think that most of my 4.7 readers will just not care. So... here goes.

Does this look familiar to you? Ring a bell?



The above badge signifies that I am a member in good standing of the Crime Writers of Canada! It is a professional organization for those of us who, well, write about crime for a partial living.

The CWC was founded in 1982, largely by Derrick Murdoch, whose true crime book "Disappearances" remains the single best tome I have ever read about people who have gone missing. The CWC gives out a Derrick Murdoch award every two years to a deserving recipient who makes a "special contribution to the crime genre".

I contacted their executive director, Alison Bruce, over the weekend and broached the subject with her. Turns out my having published over 50 cold case articles for Frank Magazine more than qualified me for membership, especially since I get paid for this work.

If it were the case that I was not a professional writer, I would still be able to join, but in a lesser capacity. But I am a PAM, a professional member in good standing.

This is cool. I never thought, not in a million years, that I could call myself a professional writer. But this membership validates my work and what my editor and I are trying to do with this series.

There are some Halifax CWC events. I suppose I will be able to attend them, maybe even participate in them. I am not sure. I have to figure this stuff out.

I look forward to a long and fruitful relationship with the CWC.

And I promise not to forget the little people who put me here. i love you all.

Been a long day. Think I will turn in.

See you tomorrow-ish.

Bevboy



Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Post 3861 - Sitting On Something

I am sitting on some interesting news. Nothing earth shattering. Just interesting, to me. I hope to be able to share it with youse as soon as Wednesday evening.

In other news, we had dinner at Swiss Chalet this evening. Patricia insisted on paying, which was nice. There have been lots of bills at Casa Bevboy recently, with plenty more to come.

Our work week is half over. This Friday's day off cannot get here soon enough.

I'm cutting this post short.

Keep watching this space. Cool news, maybe even tomorrow night!

See you then.

Bevboy


Sunday, March 31, 2019

Post 3860 - Sunday Night Stuff

Hello again!

We had to get outta the house again today. There was an open house out Seabright way, on the road to Peggy's Cove. We were curious enough to want to check it out.

Yikes.

The cost was something like $235 000. I would call it a fixer upper, and be generous in that estimation. The old kinds of fuses. Plugs running off the fuse box. Extension cords plugged into... something, but running from an outlet a good 12 feet to that something. A musty odor downstairs, which might be alleviated by the ever running dehumidifier. A cold storage room, created because of a long ago flood, remediated. The electrical alone scared the hell out of me.

Only one bathroom. Each bedroom was on the small side. No dining room, just a small area off the living room.

Off the room that has the fuse panel there was an area that was probably a workshop back in the day. We did like that. Off the beaten path just enough. And there was a nice-sized pantry upstairs, too.

There is an adjoining storage building, but I would not feel comfy using it. I thought a good stiff wind would knock it over.

The remaining property was about 1.5 acres. A good size lot by most people's standards. But the landscaping was old and tired. Much brush would have to be cleared from the property to make it usable again. So. Much. Work!

We thanked the realtor for his time and left. We won't be going back.

Is that what houses are coming to these days? Some place that looks like it might fall apart at any moment, that has questionable wiring, still going for nearly a quarter of a million dollars? Is it any wonder people in this province can't afford to buy a place any more. Even mobile homes are more than 100K these days. Semi-detached dwellings in my subdivision are going for more than 200 thousand as well. My goodness.

Makes me want to be grateful for what I have, as many problems as it has.

We are turning in early tonight. Quinpool Road will be shut down up from the Armdale Roundabout, which will choke off a major traffic artery for at least four months, likely longer. Yippee.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy




Saturday, March 30, 2019

Post 3859 - Saturday Night Stuff

Well, hello there.

I have had a decent couple of days. But the best part was sleeping in on Saturday. I didn't get up until nearly noon. I remember being a teenager and routinely sleeping in that late on Saturdays until my parents became worried  about it and me, so I started getting up earlier. But now that I am a bit older, sleeping in on a Saturday is nearly a requirement. 

We decided to get outta the house. We drove to Tantallon to have lunch at Delish, a British-based restaurant and ersatz grocery store. They serve relatively authentic British food, and we love it there. They also sell British canned goods. I am still thinking about buying a can of macaroni and cheese.

After we ate we wandered across the parking lot to the store "Essentially Yours", a place that sells something called "essential oils". And those salt lamps. And other oils that I don't know what they're for. Patricia loved it there and bought several things.

I went back into Delish to get some water for our afternoon drive. I ran into a guy from my work. We chatted for a while. From there we went to Otis and Clementines. Ever a klutz, I kept knocking over books. Patricia and store owner Ellen had a nice laugh at me, but when a book magically fell off the shelf in front of me, it revealed a dust jacketless first edition copy of Charlie Chaplin's autobiography! Only nine dollars! I have long coveted this book, and thought I would never see a copy of it anywhere for a price that was affordable. I don't know how many printings the book had. While a copy with a dust jacket would have been preferable, having a nice copy of it for this amount of money is absolutely acceptable. I snatched it up. I also got a book about a man who lived as a hermit for a few decades but would venture into communities and steal stuff to support his hermit lifestyle. 

We killed a bit of time at the hardware store next door. At one point I belched. I thought it was a quiet belch, but Patricia heard it, and so did all the other woman in the store. I was embarrassed for... 15 seconds or so.

We finally left and drove along the road toward Peggy's Cove. We went through communities like  French Village and Seabright. We stopped of at a "shower bakery", I think it was called. A most feminine store that sells soaps and things that would appeal to women. The soaps would look like cookies, donuts, slices of pie, cupcakes, whatever. Patricia bought some things that I don't recognize.

We returned home long enough for me to hop out and take our purchases out of the car. Patricia went to Costco to get some stuff. I washed the dishes. 

I spent some time earlier this evening doing some work down here in the home office before watching some stuff on the Plex Media Server. I don't see anyway around this. When the work is done to remediate the water situation, I will have to pack up nearly everything down here, including the two home computers in this room. One of those computers if my print and media server. Plex runs on that server. I will probably not have access to my media for a few months! And furthermore, the PVR is on the terminal that is down here, so I am not sure if we will have a PVR for a few months. This is really cramping our lifestyle.

I have a bunch of work to do on Sunday, and it is already Sunday, according to a clock radio on my desk. I think I will turn in. 

See you in the morning, my friends.

Bevboy