Sunday, May 19, 2019

Post 3873 - A Week Later...

Well, how was your week?

Lots of sleep around these here parts. Patricia was sick most of the last week. She still coughs like crazy.

The carpenters have been dropping by the last few days whilst we were at work. They are rebuilding the floor and adding back the drywall and the pieces of wall that were ripped out in an effort to chase the water from the flood. In the coming days we will go to a local floorist or two and pick out some decent flooring for the bottom floor. Tiles. Linoleum. But no more carpeting for the recroom.

We are in the second half of the annual Victoria Day weekend for 2019. We haven't been downtown since Thursday, when the Memorial Cup folks rolled in to town. I'm told the place is a zoo, thousands of people in a too-small area. I am surprised that there haven't been more reports of shenanigans. The rules for people down there are harsh. Once you get down to the Argyle-street level with a ticket, you cannot get back out again, unless I suppose it is to go home for the evening. You have to buy what is sold in the area, so you can't go in there with your own bottles of water or food from your fridge or anything like that. I don't see the fun factor in much of anything in those rules. Of course, the fact that I don't get a rodent's rump about the Memorial Cup only makes things worse. I keep having to look up the fact that it is about a second, maybe even third, tier hockey tournament.

In the morning, the carpenters should be here by 9. That means I should get some sleep. We will be off on Monday but don't really want to go anywhere. So we get to hear power tools all day. Can hardly wait.

I will try to write something on Monday. Let's see if that actually happens.

See you then-ish.

Bevboy



Sunday, May 12, 2019

Post 3872 - Happy Mother's Day To My Late Mother

My mother died in January of 2015. I was not there when she died. But I had spoken to her on the phone 15 minutes or so before she was gone. I have told you about that before. Still hurts, when I think of it, as it continues to pain me when I think about how certain people decided it would be more appropriate to go on a vacation rather than to bury our mother. No need to dredge that up more than I already have. I am right on this subject and anybody who disagrees with me is wrong. It is as simple as that in my mind.

But I want to write about my mother for a bit. I hope you will indulge me.

We didn't have a pile of money when we were growing up. As typical then as it likely still is now for families, we were not told a great deal about the financial situation, but it did not go unnoticed that others lived in bigger houses than we did, and their parents drove nicer cars, and they went on vacations every summer, something we simply did not do. It was what it was.

Dad worked at a job that didn't pay as much as other families made. He was a good person, more or less, but he was a poor business  man always listening to sob stories from people. He did an awful lot of pro bono work for people over the years. That was time he didn't spend with us, or doing paying work.

Mom would get a cheque every week to pay for groceries. Dad, and then we as we got our drivers licenses because Mom never drove, took her into town, usually Kentville, to buy that week's provisions. She would make every dollar stretch until it screamed bloody blue murder. 

She was a complicated person, my mother. Mercurial. Head strong. Stubborn. Took no feces from anybody. Spoke her mind, no matter what. There were times she exasperated me, but as we both grew older we grew closer. I would speak to her on the phone nearly every single day.

As my parents grew older, and they had medical appointments in the city, I would take vacation days and family illness days to make sure they got to them. If I hadn't done it, they would simply not have got to those appointments.

I think about my parents a lot. Both of them. They did not have easy lives. They would be both aghast at how my sisters and I don't get along, as they wanted us all to co-exist peacefully.

But today, I think of my mother, and how despite the hard times she had, she also had some good times. I hope that I was able to contribute in some way to those good times, or at least, not to make them any worse.

Happy Mother's Day, Mommy!

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy



Saturday, May 11, 2019

Post 3871 - Hello. Still Alive.

The title pretty much says it all. I am still alive and kicking.

The flood in my house has really been a burden for both of us. I took Monday and Tuesday off work to deal with the workers coming here on Monday to pack up the home office contents. Tuesday, a big moving van showed up and took the stuff away. Then, almost immediately thereafter the workers tore up the floor in the home office and quickly realized that the floor was dry as a bone. Good news!

The last few days have been just trying to survive with a Spring cold. I felt quite poorly on Thursday, so much so that I had to step out at lunch time, when it wasn't warm, in my shirt sleeves, just to cool off. I stood by the fence and looked out on Young Street and thought I was going to collapse. Later on that afternoon, I dozed off during an ad hoc meeting, much to my embarrassment and my colleagues' amusement.

Friday morning I felt even worse, but I was determined to remain awake at work. Besides, the carpenters were supposed to drop by the house and commence rebuilding the floor and putting in the drywall and replacing the sections of wall that had been removed in an effort to chase the water. I bought two extra large double doubles at the Kempt Road McDonald's and sipped them during the day. I didn't fall asleep. I had to visit the men's room 14 times, but I didn't fall asleep.

During the week I managed to find the time to produce my latest cold case article for Frank Magazine. It is a fairly long piece, so you will not be able to read it while you are lining up to pay for your groceries at Superstore or Sobeys.

Friday night, Patricia picked me up at work and drove us home. I pretty much went to bed right away. I felt somewhat better today, Saturday, to the point where I could wash some clothes for the first time in a couple of weeks. That's when I discovered that Mr. Smarty Pants plumber had switched the hot and cold water hoses when he was here several days ago. I managed to switch them back, but I got a lovely water blister on my left forefinger for my trouble. It will likely hurt like the devil in the morning.

I sent an email to the project manager overseeing all the work. I hope I wasn't too mean about it, but it seems to me that learning how to hook up the correct hoses is something a plumber would learn in the first day or so of plumber school. I don't understand how a guy who told me he had over 30 years of experience as a plumber could have made such a fundamental mistake.

I have to get up early on Sunday morning to go to work for a few hours. My mother died a few years ago so it's not like I am missing out on much. How sad does that sound?

I am going to try really hard to produce a blog post on Sunday. How is that for a half-promise?

See you then.

Bevboy


Saturday, May 4, 2019

Post 3870 - This is Driving Me Crazy!

Five days later. Losing my mind.

We got home from work on Wednesday night to the sound of freight trains or something downstairs. They were instead industrial strength dehumidifiers and fans drying out the entire downstairs. They had also emptied out the first part of the home office and as I reported here before they had discovered a lot of moisture in the strappings, so that means that they will be here this coming Monday by 8:30 or so to pack up every book and every other possession in this room and on Tuesday the movers will take the stuff away.

Sob!

This means my media server will be off line for a few months while this work is done. I actually took it off line today. The cable box thingy that holds the PVR was downstairs here and required a dedicated wired cat5/cat6 connection. Part of what they would do on Monday would be to disconnect 100% of that, so to preserve the PVR, this afternoon I carried it over to where the router is at the bottom of the stairs, where they swear they will not mess around with it so I get to have wifi at the very least, and hooked up the PVR cable box to the network cable coming off the router. Presently, the network cable is run along the walls into the home office and split several times. I will lose that connectivity for a few months.

Oddly enough, this doesn't affect one of my desktop computers. This ten year old thing has built in WIFI. Only "G", but even so, it gives me connectivity down here, and a 68% signal, which isn't too bad.

After work on Friday, we went to a house in Clayton Park. A couple were selling a very small computer desk. Since my two computer desks will soon be going into storage, and I have need for such an item, and a frightening lack of space is looming for both of us, a very small computer desk in the living room is just what the doctor ordered. I had another one several years ago but got rid of it, and I have always regretted doing so. I may try to find a way to keep it once all this work is done. It will likely earn its keep.

When I get up in the mornin', I will disconnect this computer, and the other one, and put all the various and sundry cables aside in a box or two. The computers, the monitors, the keyboards and so on, will all remain here at Casa Bevboy, having a good long rest while this work is being done.

It has been inconvenient thus far. Not having use of the recroom has hurt. I missed my recliner. I miss my couch. I miss the big screen tv. But I will feel nearly emasculated not having my home office with the 1000's of books and the computers and the printer and the scanners and everything else. The desk my father built me 30 years ago is in this room. For the first time since he made it for me, it will be out of my possession. My many local history books will be in storage. The several radios I keep here, gone for the session. How will I cope?

Sigh.

I will find a way. Things could be worse. I will get through this. It just will take a while.

You take care of yourselves. I will try to write at ya tomorrow, but we have to step out early as we are seeing John Cleese tomorrow night. In all this excitement, we nearly forgot!

See you soon.

Bevboy


Monday, April 29, 2019

Post 3869 - The Great Flood of 2019

My friends are thorough.

I really wish I had got some before and after pics of the recroom and the laundry room. The after pics are... well, here they are:


















Yeah, me again. They completely ripped up the flooring. The berber. The underlay. The subfloor. Everything. Then they removed more than a few pieces of the wall in an effort to isolate the mould that must have been created as a result of the water issues. And we are now down to one toilet.

To put everything back, I don't know what they will do. The wall that helped me decide to buy this place in 2000 is now partially gone. I have no idea how to recreate that effect, or if they will even do that for me. I am told that they will put the flooring back, but Patricia and I will have to select some tiling or more berber or jute or some darned thing or other. After we do that, and the flooring company delivers the stuff, they will restore the flooring.

The laundry room, same thing, I guess.

And the pieces of the wall that were ripped out... like I said, they will restore that, but likely not the same effect that was there before. The stucco-type wall that the previous owner likely spent frig knows how long perfecting.

I am kind of speechless, actually.

I haven't heard if they will want to tear up this home office. I am thinking they will, which would be a massive job unto itself. If they do, I will have to resort to using a laptop for nearly all my computer work. The two desktops in this home office will have to go dormant for a time, including my plex media server. My beloved model m keyboard, which I am using now, would have to go into storage for a time. My heart is breaking at the very thought of it.

When we got home tonight, we discovered this mess. Newbie could not be found. I told the company several times to be careful that our cat didn't get out. It appeared as if he might have. But, no. He was in the middle bedroom hiding behind a mattress we had propped up recently. He appeared quite frightened. I don't blame him. All that stuff going on all day. One of his litter boxes being moved.

What happens tomorrow? I am not sure. I will let you know....

See you then.

Bevboy


Sunday, April 28, 2019

Post 3868 - Uh....

A week later!

My goodness.

I have been busy, even though I have been on vacation. I spent quite a bit of time in the early part of the week bundling up things for the packers, who arrived on Thursday. They spent hours packing up the contents of the recroom and some things in the laundry room. That was in anticipation of the movers showing up on Friday morning to remove said contents and move them off to storage.

This coming week more folks will come here and rip up the subfloor and see how far the water got into the room. "Chase the water" as they put it. If it hasn't got too far, they will stop, remediate the mould that they think is there and do something similar in the laundry room.

The hope is that they do not need to rip up the home office. I do not want to contemplate the job associated with that.

After the work is done, the project manager will give us an allowance to order some new flooring for the recroom. I am leaning toward some kind of tile, and not have the jute-type carpeting that is here now. Or is it berber? I am not sure which. Here in the home office it is just cheap peel-and-stick tile, which I have never cared for.

Other than that work and worry and stuff, I had a decent week. I produced another true crime piece for the issue of Frank that comes out this week. I slept. A lot. And Saturday morning I overnighted in the Valley. Glad I went because I noticed a piece of downspout had blown off, so I tried to put it back in place this morning, with not total success. I have asked my handyman down there to take a look. The downspout is old, and perhaps needs to be replaced with a new one. No biggie.

We both return to work in the morning. These vacations go by far too quickly.

It is pushing 11pm. I think I will turn in. Need my beauty coma.

See you... tomorrow?

Bevboy


Sunday, April 21, 2019

Post 3867 - Sunday Night Rumblings

Well, I suppose it is technically Monday morning.

We got a few groceries on Saturday. You close stores for one day. The next, it is as if the gates of hell have opened, letting out thousands of souls all at once and all of them need to stock up at Sobeys. We were inundated by folks at Superstore on Saturday afternoon. This was after a coffee at the Bike and Bean in Upper Tantallon and a visit to Otis & Clementines, to boot.

We have stayed in ever since we got home.

Today I packed up some stuff to donate to the Mission Mart in Bayer's Lake, either on Monday or Tuesday. Found some stuff to throw out, too. This is all in anticipation of the impending remediation of the area of the recroom that suffered the flood.

I was watching the news tonight. People in New Brunswick are worried sick that their homes will flood, because they have flooded before. The water that got into the house in March is, from what I can tell, nothing like that. I am keeping what happened to us in perspective. Those folks have had it much worse than we did.

We are both off work for this week. I am hoping that we can get a lot of work done around the house, but the reality is that we will both sleep in a lot.

I think I will start doing that right about zzzz....

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy