Post 1981 - Me And The Old Man

You are looking at a picture of me with Old Man Luedecke, taken during the intermission of his concert on  April 29, 2012 at St. Luke's United Church in Upper Tantallon.  He's only 36, folks!  I'm the actual old man in the picture!

Old Man Luedecke is an old soul playing music you wouldn't expect someone his age to play, using an instrument you wouldn't expect him to employ, a 5 string banjo.  His music is soulful and beautiful and lyrical.  I loved it.  I especially loved how he decided to stand up and play last night.  Usually, he sits down while he plays, stamping one foot as he goes along.

It's just him and his banjo, and sometimes his guitar, strumming and picking and grinning, as he sings songs about the human condition, about love, and life and death.

Up until last evening, I was a casual fan of his music.  The last time I saw him was on my birthday in 2011, when he did a free concert at the Grand Parade.  I didn't like it that much that evening.  His music is so intimate that it's hard to share it with thousands of other people.  Plus, it didn't mesh well with the stylings of The Stanfields, who had played earlier.

I hadn't given Old Man Luedecke a proper chance, based upon seeing him last year, and for that, I feel badly.  I was dismissive of his obvious talent.  I'm sorry.  However, I loved his performance last night, there in that church, with 250 or so other people.  His music carried me away with him, and I enjoyed every minute of it.  I can't wait to see him again.

Please, folks, if you get a chance to see Old Man Luedecke, especially in a smaller, more intimate setting, get yourself to that location with great haste and do so.  You won't regret it.

Here's a song he didn't do last night, unless he did an encore, which we missed.  "I Quit My Job".




See you tomorrow.

Bevboy

Post 1980 - Home

Home from the Old Man Luedecke concert.

It's very late. Will write much more about it on Monday.

See you tomorrow.


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Post 1979 - A Good Saturday

Normally, Saturday mornings around Casa Bevboy are quiet affairs when we stay in and stare lovingly into each other's eyes.  I am referring to Newbie and me by the way.

Patricia and I, meanwhile, went to an interview preparation workshop put on a woman in my Toastmasters club.  We picked up lots of tips to prepare for the plethora of interviews that face me in the future.   The dozens and dozens of them.

We grabbed some lunch and some victuals at the grocery store across the street from where we ate before returning to the house.  I watched something downstairs in my home office before deciding to take a 20 minute nap.

Some 2 hours later, I woke up and went downstairs.  Patricia and I watched some more stuff.  Now, all of a sudden, it's nearly midnight and save for the workshop this morning, I am not sure what I did today.

Tomorrow, we're going to an Old Man Luedecke concert.  I will try to get some pics for the blog.  I have some Spring cleaning to do around here, too.  Let's hope that I feel like doing some of it.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy
PS  I don't like the new Blogger layout.

Post 1978 - Ugh

Not feeling very well. Been sleeping most of the night. Not a good sign for the weekend.

Ugh!


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Post 1977 - The Journey, Parts 27 and 28

Here’s Mark Dooley again.  Is there no stopping this man?

Thanks, buddy.

More blog stuff tonight!

Bevboy

Post 1976 - An Ode To Hash

So, I get home from Toastmasters this evening.  Which is good, because I go most every Wednesday night, and it's always nice to be able to get home from something, because that's what's all about.  Getting home from work.  Getting home from the doctor's.  Getting home from the hospital.  Shows you're still among the living.

Anyway.

I got home from Toastmasters this evening.  Patricia had taken the bus and was watching television.  She gestured toward the kitchen and indicated there was something on the stove for me to have for dinner.   Which is good, because I had not bought something on the way home.

It was the meal that my mudder always made for us growing up.  Hamburger hash.

Now, before you reach for the phone and call 911 and arrange for the Department of Justice to kick me out of my home under the proceeds of crime act, let me tell you that "hash" is, to poor folk, just fried, diced potatoes, usually in some kind of oil.  Hamburger hash is hash with cooked hamburger mixed in.  If you want to get fancy, you can add some other vegetables like peas or carrots.  Onions are a nice addition, too.  It is a simple, hearty meal, so don't overdo it on the other ingredients.

Grew up eating that stuff.  I'd grown tired of it by the time I left home in 1988, but over the years, my cravings for it have only grown stronger.  It is a treat for me to eat this stuff when I go home to see my mother now.  She tries to make sure I have it once a month or so.  She eats a bit of it and then cedes the rest of it to me.  I spoon large quantities of it onto my plate, add some ketchup and salt, and start eating, holding the plate in such a way that the fork and the plate itself can be used as weapons against anybody who tries to take the food away from me.

One time a year or so ago, I ate 3 heaping helpings of this wonderful dish.  I only stopped eating  because I wanted to keep some for my lunch the next day.

Dad barely understood my interest in this meal, because after I moved out, my mother continued to prepare it, until Dad was so sick of it that I'd almost swear some of his ambulance trips to the hospital were a way for him to get out of eating it.  But I went several years without having hamburger hash, and only started eating it again when I mentioned to my mother how much I missed it.  She got the hint (well, it was more like me begging her to make it for me!), and now it's a semi-regular edition to my Annapolis Valley diet.

Why am I telling you this?

Well, Patricia made it for me this evening.  And every time I think of it, I think of home and a simpler time that is gone forever, as sad as that makes me.  Sometimes, these simpler reminders are just a way to take me back to those times, and that will have to do.

Patricia's hamburger hash was good.  Real good.  But I wish she had made more.  Only had 2 platefuls.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy

Post 1975 - Separated At Birth?

Well, what do you think?  Is there a resemblance?

I'm not so sure.  Let me know what you think.

As you can see, I got my hair cut recently.  In fact, it was on Saturday morning.  I left my mother's early and drove to the hamlet of Canning, there to visit the 90 year old gentleman (he fought in World War II, folks!) who cuts hair for 5 bucks.  I got him to give me a buzz cut, which feels much more freeing than the long hair I had before.

But, fear not, effendi!

All that hair will go to good use.  Right now, in some Korean sweat shop, 11 year old children are affixing some of my old hair to the heads of GI Joe dolls for North American kids to play with.  Little do they know that the hair on those dolls' heads came from my own head.  If I am struck down in the next 24 hours, at least it will be with the knowledge that my hair will help bring delight to these children.

It has been another long, trying day.  I thought I'd relax by watching a nice, soothing documentary this evening about zombies, but it disappointed me with its meandering tangents about the Black Death and the 1918  Spanish Flu.  I quit watching after about 35 minutes.  Why can't someone make a good zombie documentary?  Is that too much to ask?

You guys have a good evening.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy

Post 1974 – The Journey, Part 26

Whenever I’m stuck for a blog topic, Mark Dooley comes to the rescue. 

Once again, I’m thrilled that I am the official Canadian distributor for Mark Dooley content.

 

Keep it up, buddy!

More Bevboy’s Blog content this evening!

Bevboy

Post 1973 – The Journey Part 25

Mark Dooley comes to the rescue once again.  As usual, his work is excellent and he should be a major star.  Not as major as Bevboy, of course, but right up there.  Just saying.

Once again, I am delighted to be the official Canadian distributor for Mark’s terrific work.  Thank you, Mark!

Mark promises that there will be several editions of The Journey this week.  I look forward to sharing them with you.

See you later.

Bevboy

Post 1972 - A Busy Weekend

I am back in the city after a couple of days at my mother's.  I got quite a bit done.  I didn't transcribe anything more in the Julia Kirkey interview, but I did replace the burned out light above my mother's garage and watch 3 weeks of Dancing with the Stars with my mother, who doesn't know how to use a vcr.  Of course, you youngsters reading this don't know how to use a vcr either, so there you go.

I like to cook a good Sunday lunch for Mom and me when I'm up, and today was no exception.  I prepared roast chicken, about 10 pieces of it, and cooked  garlic mashed potatoes and peas.  There are plenty of left overs for her to munch on during the week.

As I expected, getting Newbie into his carrier was a challenge.  I prepared for it by closing as many of the doors in the house as possible, to prevent him from sneaking into any of those rooms.  I used a broom to nudge him from under the couch where he was hiding and held him down with the business end of it just long enough to grab him and put him in the bathroom so that I could grab his carrier and stuff him into it.  He didn't like it very much.  He didn't "talk" to me all the way back to the city.  He just sat in his carrier, staring ahead and not acknowledging me.  Pretty much like a woman, huh?

Got back here to my house around 5pm.  Patricia said hello and we had dinner.  We watched the news.  Around 7 I came up here and had a shower.  Now I'm typing these words and about to shut down the computer and read a couple of books I borrowed from the library last week.

Even Newbie has come around.  He is on the bed next to me, curled up and probably ready to turn in.  I'm not, but he is.

See you tomorrow, with a big surprise!

Bevboy

Post 1971 - A Lazy Saturday Night

What follows a day of shopping avec ma mere? Why, watching 2 weeks of Dancing with the Stars with her, of course!

Newbie, as you can see, is not impressed.

See you tomorrow.

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Post 1970 - Another Valley Weekend

It is Friday night and I am at my mother's for the weekend. I spend much more time here since Dad died, mostly to help out my mother.

I arrived here late this morning after a late night at The Candy Show taping and running a few errands in Wolfville. I picked up a webcam from someone through kijiji and stopped off at Acadia University for about 30 minutes to see some old friends. By the time I got here, Mom had nearly given up hope that I'd arrive. Sorry.

More errands were run this afternoon, a prelude to tomorrow morning, when we'll be gone all damn day.

Newbie came up this trip and has made the place his own, again. A few minutes ago he was on my lap purring contentedly. Now he's by my feet playing with something. When I go to bed he will come with me until he gets hungry and wants a snack, which is about 10 times during the night. Sigh.

Busy day tomorrow. Heading off to bed.

See you tomorrow.

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Post 1969 - I Want Candy!

We are back home from a long night attending the taping of The Candy Show, starring the inimitable Candy Palmater.  She's a native, lesbian lawyer/comedian in Halifax who's building a name for herself in this fair city. She is in the 3rd season of her fine program.  Last week, Patricia finagled tickets.

We arrived at the appointed time.  The taping commenced around 7 and continued until about 10:45.  Yes, it takes that long to tape 2 30 minute shows.  

Attending the taping this evening, with all the stopping and starting and re-jigging of cameras and so on, reminded me of a story that Regis Philbin told on the Larry King show several  years ago.  Reege mentioned that early in his career, he was hosting a talk show in LA or somewhere.  It was NOT a live show.  He was talking with somebody.  The producer yelled cut.  He didn't like the positioning of a flower vase on the set and had it moved to a place he liked better and then had the interview start from the top.  Regis never forgot this and worked live from then on as much as possible.  Who gives a crap about where the vases are?

Tonight was like that.  For inexplicable reasons, the floor director would interrupt Candy in the middle of a monologue, forcing her to stop for several minutes while some real or perceived problem was addressed.  Only then would Candy proceed, usually from the top of the segment.  At least once, she had to restart the program from the top, coming out twice from behind the curtain.  At least I got her to high five me once, and then point to me the second time for the second taping.  

I'm not being critical, at least not much.  I enjoyed Candy's discussion of her youth on a reservation and her oblique discussion of the poverty she endured, with her parents having to save every penny possible.  She found the humour in her situations, and I liked that a great deal.  I just wish that the flow of her talks hadn't had to be stopped to address some concern that may or may not have been important.  

The musical artists were eclectic.  Eastern Eagle was an excellent drumming band.  Paired with the urban Three Sheet, the mashup was very interesting and far more than the sum of their parts.  Ghettosox, or however you are supposed to spell his name, was not my cup of tea at all, but Patricia liked that type of hip hop, so I can't say anything bad.  The fire act at the end of the second taping was excellent.  So was the sandwich that they gave us as a special treat in the second show.  

It was a long night, but overall a fun night.  I am glad I went.  Patricia said she had a great time, too.  

It's already Friday morning, being just past midnight.  Not many hours hence, I must get up and go to the Valley for the weekend.  There's much to do there this weekend.  I will tell you about all about it.

See you soon.

Bevboy

Post 1968 - A Long Day

So, after work, I had my Toastmasters meeting.  It was our annual Table Topics contest.  After that, I was to drive to the library in  Clayton Park, there to meet Patricia, who was attending a discussion about the Titanic.

The whole Titanic Centennial has been borderline too much.  I enjoy local history a great deal, but I have had my fill of Titanic coverage for at least another 100 years.  That's why I didn't attend that discussion.  Instead, while waiting for Patricia, I browsed the stacks at the library as I don't get to that branch very often, and found a couple of books I wanted to read.

The discussion finished shortly after 8, and we went home.  The cats were starving, as they always are, and Cindy had pissed on the bathroom floor again.  Also, right after eating his dinner, Newbie puked it up all over the kitchen floor.  Charming mess for me to clean up.  Of course, that just made the little bugger hungry again, so I gave him a bit more food.  That seems to be staying down, which makes us both happy.

Tomorrow is my Friday.  I will be at my mother's for a couple of days.  Which is almost too bad, as Vicki Gesner of Maritime Broadcasting Services has invited Patricia and me over for dinner Friday night and to go tearing around on their sidecars; they have a business where they take people out on sidecars and boot them around town.  Vicki has also promised to talk to me about her years of working at Annapolis Valley Radio and in particular working with Terry Thomas.  Terry was a long-time news guy there until shortly before his death in 2000.  His son, Hunter Brule, continues to work there.

But, crap, this weekend doesn't work for me.  Drat.  I hope that we can reschedule this.  Sounds like too much fun to miss.

You guys have a good evening.  I will see you tomorrow, probably late, because we're attending a taping of the Candy Palmeter tv show.  I will tell you about it when I return home.

I'm so excited!

Bevboy
(remember: The second b is lowercase.  Accept no substitutes!)

Post 1967 - Feeling Better

My migraine, which knocked me out for nearly all of Monday evening, carried over to Tuesday morning.  I emailed in to work and let them know I needed to sleep a few more hours to get rid of the migraine completely.  By 9:30, it was gone, so I got up and went to work.

I feel much, much better today and tonight.  I have suffered from migraines for the better part of my life.  Those headaches are much less frequent now than they used to be; but when I do get them, hoo boy, look out!  I am usually down for the night and into the next day.  Let's hope I don't have another one for a while.

I got home by 5 and had a very nice dinner.  We watched "Big Bang Theory" before I came up here to watch this week's edition of  "The Killing".  I swear, season 2 of the show is even more slow-moving than the first one. It is still watchable, but it is trying my patience.

Newbie is sleepy this evening.  He is nestled up against me with one paw over his nose.  He probably wants me to turn in soon, so I will.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy

Post 1966 - Ugh!

Developed a migraine at work today. Been sleeping pretty much since I got home.

Back to bed!

Ugh!

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Post 1965 - Where Did The Weekend Go?

It is just past 9:30.  I am using my netbook to write these pathetic words before turning in a bit early.  Newbie is on the bed cleaning himself.

I will have to get up early tomorrow morning and take a shower and wash my hair.  It has reached the point where I have to wash it every morning before going to work or otherwise I am unable to do a thing with it.  I mean it.  I end up looking like Albert Einstein after he stuck his finger in a light socket, one that he probably invented, come to think of it.

As much as I love my beautiful, glorious hair, I cannot keep it much longer.  I have been getting near-death threats from men in my life, and even a few women, jealous over how great my hair looks compared to theirs.  I might normally report these threats to the police, but my hair has become such a burden to maintain that it isn't fun much longer.

This means that I will get my hair cut soon.

But, what to do with the glorious locks left behind?

Do I keep the hair and give out little sprigs of it to people who could make use of it?  They could affix it to their heads somehow and have it take root so that they would have glorious hair as well?  Or, do I give it to kids with cancer or something so that several dozen wigs of my hair could be fashioned therefrom?  Or, do I put the hair on my vegetable garden to scare away the rodents that infest it every summer?

I am looking for your suggestions, folks.  Send them my way.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy

Post 1964 - Saturday Sleep

It's the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic.  I should have been out today and tonight taking part in the commemoration events downtown.  But, instead, we stayed inside all day.  I slept in late, and took a 3 hour nap this afternoon.  I'm sure if I discussed it with my doctor, he'd run a battery of tests which would lead to one inescapable, and sobering, conclusion:

I'm lazy.

Yep.  That's all it is.

Even Newbie looks disgusted with me.  He wants me to get outside and enjoy life more and not fawn over him so much.  "Get out of the house!", he hisses at me.  All right, buddy.  Tomorrow.  I promise.

Just need some sleep first.

Bevboy


Oh, if you get this in time, and you probably won't, you can watch the Titanic commemoration concert at Halifax's Grand Parade at this link:

Post 1963 - The Journey, Part 24

Here I was, wondering what had happened to Mark Dooley's Journey.  It had been over a year since the last update.  Now, in 24 hours, I am able to present my fine readers with several new chapters.

Here's part 24.

Keep up the great work, Mark!!

See you guys tomorrow.

Bevboy

Post 1962 - Mark Dooley Returns

It's been a while, a good long while, but Mark Dooley's "Journey" returns to Bevboy's Blog.  As you may recall, Mark has chosen this humble blog to be his official Canadian comic strip carrier.  I am honoured and blessed.

If you want to read previous entries in this fine series, just click on the "Mark_Dooley" label below, and you will see all of them.

Thanks, buddy.  Keep up the great work!!

Post 1961 - A Fun Night Out

I am back home from a wonderful evening with my Toastmasters friends.

Every year, we go out on what we call an Off-Site Team-Building exercise.  This year, we elected to go to the Discovery Centre in downtown Halifax.

After a nice dinner at Freeman's Little New York, we retired to the Discovery Centre.  The latest exhibit there is called Grossology.  It is all about the odours, and fluids and unpleasant things that come out of, or are produced by, the human body.  If I were 12 years old, I'd have been in 7th heaven.  Since I'm 48, it's more like 5th heaven.

The highlight for me was the planetarium.  It looked like a relatively small tent, but it held all of us.  Jesse spoke with great interest and passion about the galaxy and the cosmos and the constellations.  He was able to zoom in on planets like Jupiter and exhibited great knowledge in discussing it.

Afterward, we watched a film about insects.  Then, we went upstairs to see the stuff up there.  The women all tried to make bubbles and spin around in that funny chair.  Due to a neat optical illusion, I managed to appear as a disembodied head at one point.

It's getting late, but I'll finish by noting that these annual events are a good way, even a great way, for our club members to get to know each other outside the confines and the context of a Toastmasters meeting.  We see each other in a way we don't normally get to, and that's wonderful.

I am already looking forward to next year's event.

Hey, come join us and then you can attend next year's Off-Site, Team-Building exercise!!

Bevboy

Post 1960 - First Day Back

I returned to work this morning in good humour.  I left the house much earlier than I needed to because I was craving the coffee at McDonald's.  There is an irresistible allure about McDonald's coffee that makes me cross time and space to access it.  For the cost, there is no better coffee around.  And that frightens me to state that.

Patricia remained off one more day, so I returned home around 5pm.  We did the whole run-across-the-house-in-slow-motion thing that I described yesterday.  The cats greeted me with their usual mixture of disdain and curiosity, rubbing up against me one minute and being aloof the next.

I just talked to Mom a few minutes ago.  She misses me doing all that work for her.  I reminded her of the cucumber I left in her fridge, the one that I forgot to eat last week, but which is still good as long as it is consumed by the weekend.  She thanked me in the same way that the cats thank me when I feed them: that same mixture of disdain and curiosity.

Tomorrow night after work, our TM club is cancelling its regular meeting and going out to supper to the Midtown Tavern in the downtown.  I am still not used to the new Midtown.  For one thing, the new place is clean.  For another, Patricia won't be used to the bathroom being off the kitchen like it was in the old place.  But you have to accept change.  At least the steak is the same.

I'll get some pictures for you as I know you want to see them.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy

Post 1959 - Back To Reality

I am back in the city after a full week away.  I return to work in the morning.

Sigh.

Shortly after lunch, I washed the few dirty dishes in the sink and cleaned out Newbie's litter box and took said box downstairs.  I loaded up the car.  I placed Newbie into his carrier, even though he didn't like it too much.  And I got in the car.

It was a pretty decent working vacation.  I certainly got an obscene amount of sleep; it was almost as if I had been bitten by a tsetse fly or something and the sleeping sickness had been the result.  But, no.  It's just the way the Valley rolls for me.

Patricia ran across the house when she saw me, in slow motion, like they do in the movies, only in the movies it's usually a meadow full of lush green grass, to greet me.  I met her half way, running in slow motion as well.  It was sweet.  She prepared dinner and we watched the most recent episode of The Good Wife through video on demand and then she sent me down here to clean out the litter box in the next room, and so I could write this her blog post.

It is nice to have internet access again.  It was catch as catch can last week.  The BlackBerry can only do so much.  I found the odd wifi spot and used my netbook a few times to good effect.  Otherwise, at my  mother's, it was either the BB or nothing.  After a few days, I didn't miss it that much.

Tomorrow, I will get up much earlier than I have got up in more than 10 days and go in to work.   It means getting up at 5:30 or so.  I don't look forward to that.  Who does look forward to getting up at 5:30, unless it's a person who usually get up at 3:30?

Oh, my hair is still looking awesome.  Here's a webcam pic to tide you over.

Someone's had too much coffee.  Not naming names.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy

Post 1958 - Sunday Night Blogging

I remain at my mother's one more evening.

As you can see, Newbie is pleased.

Back to the city tomorrow. Yay.

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Post 1957 - Saturday Night Blogging

It is past 10pm. CBC is running "Saturday Night Blues". I will be turning in shortly and reading a book before turning the lights out.

My brief vacation in the Valley is drawing to a close. Darn it.

This morning I decided to go the Wolfville Farmer's Market. Ate sushi for breakfast while there. As I was leaving, my eyes locked on a woman who was walking in. She said hi. On my Facebook a bit later, she revealed that she was Jodi Delong, talented freelance writer in the Valley who's a FB friend. We were headed in different directions or we could have had a conversation. I very much enjoy the Canning Gazette newsletter she puts together every month. She also writes for the Chronicle Herald and has some gardening books out. Pretty neat.

Went to the Port Williams fleamarket and thence to the Canning library, open Saturday mornings. Learned there may be a wine bar (!) coming to Canning later on this year. The volunteer librarian today turned out to be Marion Ells, who's a blog reader and another FB friend. Have known Marion for many years, more than either of us would care to admit.

Got back to Mom's and put away the screwdrivers and other tools used this week for the work around the house. Tried to take a nap but sleep eluded me.

Spent some time this evening transcribing a couple audio files in the Julia Kirkey interview. Feel bad that it's taken me so long to put the first draft together. Will try to finish it over the next week or so. Hoped to do more this week but time got away from me somehow.

Newbie has been a real scamp tonight. Right now he's on the bed on his side looking in my general direction. Little does he know he won't be here much longer.

Time to dig out that zombie novel. Light reading before turning in!

See you tomorrow.

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Post 1956 - New Minas Blogging

Greetings from the McDonald's in New Minas, Nova Scotia.

I  write these humble, pathetic, sub-par words after grabbing some lunch here a little while ago.  The phrase "free wifi" is a beacon to me, I tell you.  Bevboy has no shame to speak of.

I visited my sister this morning.  To prove it, here's a picture taken on this netbook's webcam.

Yes, I know.  The hair is beautiful.  I really should give her some of my haircare products, not that she needs them.

I watched the Stephen Hawking cameo on The Big Bang Theory last night before turning in.  It was funny, but the show was funnier when the guys on it couldn't get laid with the proverbial fistful of 50's in a whorehouse.  Now, most of them have girl friends, and even Raj has made it with Penny.  As much as Bernadette and Amy interest me as characters, they should go, for the good of the program.  Nerds shouldn't be getting so much action.  I know this from, er, field experience.

Newbie continues to roam through my mother's house as if he owned it and not  her.  He looks at her in that way that  only a cat can muster.  "This is my house, lady.  But I'll let you live here as long as you feed me on  a regular basis and scratch me under the chin periodically."

Pretty much everything is closed around  these here parts today, being Good Friday and all.  My sister reports that the store she works at was crazy busy last night.  I remarked that this always happens when stores close for just one day.   Folks react as if it were the last day they could shop, ever.  Everybody, stores open again on Saturday morning.  I can wait.  Why can't you?

Guess I will head back to  my mother's.  I've been gone for 2 hours, and she has had time to write down  more things for me to do.

See you later.

Bevboy

Post 1955 - Kentville Blogging

Welcome to Cafe Central in downtown Kentville.  I am having a late lunch, following a busy morning of dong some stuff around my mother's house.  A friend and I had to remove my mother's old door closer with a powered whetstone saw device.  Sparks flew and I thought the house might burn down.  But, we removed the sucker eventually.  Installing the new door closer was not problematic at all, taking mere minutes.  Works great.

My mother has me running errands of course, separate and apart from what I've been doing around the house.   I will shortly be taking off Wolfville, there to get a couple of down spouts to replace the ones that seemingly  blew away (or which Dad never bothered to use real down spouts for). After that, I will go back to her place and prepare dinner for us and Newbie.  Newbie and my mother vie for being more demanding.  It is hard to say which one of us is more so.

People are asking about my hair a lot this week.  Here is a brand-new picture, courtesy of my netbook's webcam.

See?  Beautiful as ever.  Being on a working vacation, I have a bit more time to spend on my hair than when I'm at work.

It is around 2:30.  If you will excuse me, I have some errands to run.

See you later.

Bevboy

Post 1954 - Third Day Of Vacation

Ha! I'm sitting on the chair, preventing Newbie from being on it.

Of course, I can't stir from this spot for the next 12 hours or anything...

Spent time today working on my my mother's house. She says hi. Fixed one thing, but rusted screws are preventing me from removing them and replacing that item with a shiny new one. Someone from work (guess who! Ask around!) suggested I use the handle of a screwdriver and bang the rust off the screw and then try to remove it. Will try that tomorrow.

Turning in early tonight. Lot going on tomorrow.

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Post 1953 - Second Day Of Vacation

It's just past 9pm. I'm sitting down and get up for a moment. What does Newbie do but jump into the chair I'd just vacated.

He's a very presumptuous cat!

Bastard!

See you tomorrow.

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Post 1952 - First Day Of Vacation

I write these humble, pathetic, sub-par words from my mother's living room. She says hi.

I drove up here this afternoon, after a long sleep and a lazy morning. I had to watch the season ender to Spartacus: Vengeance, which was 18 kinds of excellent.

Newbie and I will remain here until Good Friday, maybe even Saturday, at the latest. There's too much to do at my house to spend all my time here.

My mother has a list of things for me to do whilst I'm here and I will make sure I'm rested up to do that work, starting tomorrow.

Newbie will keep me busy as well. Little bastard.

I have to comment on the previous blog post, the one where I briefly discussed having watched The Stoker Awards. I took a moment to single out for praise Jeff Strand, who served as Master of Ceremonies that evening. I did mention one area for improvement, that being how you shouldn't leave the lectern vacant at any time. You remain at the lectern until the person you introduced is at the lectern. Once finished speaking, that person remains there until you relieve him.

The argument for this is that, absent a person at the lectern, people will just start talking amongst themselves. The lectern, supposedly the focal point of the room, becomes anything but. If there's always someone at the lectern, the focus will always remain there, as it should.

Anyway, somehow, Jeff Strand found that blog post and left a comment! I'm so honored! What noted writers will find me next?

Mr. Strand, once I finish reading "City of the Dead" by your friend Brian Keene, I will read your "Pressure". If your books have some degree of humor, as your MC work does, I am in for a treat.

See you tomorrow.

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Post 1951 - My Sunday

I was up until 2 o'clock this morning watching the Stoker Awards on a webcast.  I know you don't care, but I got a kick out of seeing what some of the writers I always liked, looked like.   I haven't read any Jeff Strand novels, but he was a pretty good MC.  It's too bad that the  lectern was left unattended so often; it's a no-no in Toastmasters to leave a lectern unattended at any time, but it happened over and over last evening.

All in all, it was a good broadcast, and I am glad I stayed up until 2 this morning watching it.

I didn't sleep in as much as I could have and should have this morning, but made up for it this afternoon when I did have a nap.  Despite all this sleep, and a nice evening meal, I continue to have a headache, so I'll probably turn in soon.

Tomorrow, I drive to my mother's for a few days.  I'll probably return to the city on Good Friday.   She has a list of things for me to work on, so Newbie and I will be busy.

See you guys tomorrow.

Bevboy