Post 2492 - Odds And Sods

The weekend is here.  Yay!

A guy on kijiji was selling a cable box for a scant 20 dollars.  After work, we drove to his luxury apartment and bought it.  I got it hooked up to a tv in the house right now.  I am hoping that by morning it will be at the point will it will recognize all the channels I subscribe to.  I know you don't care.

Tomorrow morning we will drive down to the Valley.  Patricia bought a kiln, which I am now told is not the thing they used to burn dead Scottish people on, and she will play with it in my father's old workshop.  There is ample room for her to do whatever the hell she does with that item there.  I get the feeling that Dad would approve.  It's not like his son has any expertise in power tools or anything.

While in the Valley, we will pick up this year's organic chickens.  There is a guy in Port Williams who grows them and sends them out "for ice cream" around this time of year.  Which means they are slaughtered and dressed and prepared for sale to people like us who like chicken.  Dale tells us that the night before the slaughter, the chicken coop is eerily quiet, as if its inhabitants are somehow aware they will meet their demise the following day. Which means that a chicken will come back from the dead and haunt me some day, something that Houdini was unable to do with his wife 87 years ago.

Newbie continues to eat us out of house and home. He demands food on nearly an hourly basis when we are home. I am not sure what he does when we are at work other than forage for food downstairs here, checking out for mice and other rodents. I wish my lawyer would drop by sometime when Newbie is on one of his tears. Rodent.  Get it?  Hee hee.

My mother will command some of my time on Saturday. In her nursing home room right now, I can imagine her sitting there, feverishly writing out a list of things for me to do. Sometime I will show up there drunk and tell her to run her own damn errands. I'll wear my wife beater with a pack of cigarettes rolled up in the sleeve. I'm just not sure if it should be the left or the right one. What is the proper etiquette?

We will return to the city sometime Saturday evening. We will cram as much fresh vegetation in the car as possible. After all, one can never have too many vegetables in the fridge prior to throwing them out in one's green bin.

Saturday promises to be a busy day. Two women ordering me around from the time I get up until I crawl into bed. Is it time to die yet?

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy