It is Sunday night. I haven't written a post in a few days. I apologize for that.
Both Friday and Saturday nights, I went to bed with the intention of waking up and writing some kind of blog post on my BlackBerry. But both evenings, I slept past the 4am deadline. Once again, I am sorry for that. I feel that I have let my 4.7 readers down.
I had a good weekend at my mother's. She was surprised to see me. But we got some business done that had to be done, and I got to take her shopping on Saturday as well. After the god-awful experience we had at lunch the week before at the Port Pub in Port Williams, I am very pleased to report that we had a very nice meal on Saturday at Rosie's in Wolfville. I really do recommend that place. I have never had a bad meal there. Check it out the next time you are in that quaint hamlet.
On Friday I tried to renew my vehicle permit. I made the mistake of going to the Access Centre on the last day of the month, only to be confronted by a line up as long as my... arm. The numbering system is bewildering. Some sequences start with J. Others, "M", I think. Mine started with "C". There were other letters used. You had to keep track not only of what your number was, but what letter series it was in. A couple tv screens scrolled the currently-served sequences. Not nearly often enough, the new one would be called out, and that sequence would flash on the screen as well.
Turns out that the guy sitting next to me was also getting his permit renewed. His sequence was seven ahead of mine, and would be the next to be served. I figured I would be there all afternoon, so when another man came in with the intention of getting his vehicle permit renewed, I wished him a Merry Christmas and pressed my sequence slip into his hand and left. His original sequence was several after mine, if you get my meaning, so he was grateful for the boost. May not have been completely kosher, but I was in no mood to hang around and in even less of a mood to play according to Hoyle.
I cheered myself up by going to a Chinese buffet for lunch and then to a used bookstore, where I got some interesting books on Nova Scotia history, a particular favourite interest of mine. They had two copies of a very old book chronicling the life of Angus L. Macdonald. I had never heard of it before. One of those books is now mine. Another one was by Steven Laffoley. He has written a few books about very old (and unsolved) Halifax murder cases. I already had this particular book, but have misplaced it, so I was happy to get another one. I hope to meet this man some day. His efforts at self-promotion put mine to shame, and I mean that as a compliment. Of course, now that I have bought a second copy of that book, my original copy of it will magically reappear, right around the time that my first copy of the book about the Golers reappears.
I went next door to the computer store and ended up buying a used 3.5 inch front bay card reader for a desktop computer. I took this computer apart this evening but need to figure out how to get access to the bay and how to remove the little panel thingy that covers the slot where the bay will go once I get the thing installed. Nothing in life is easy, is it?
I bought some potato chips Friday afternoon in case some kids dropped by the house Hallowe'en evening. None did. Good thing I like potato chips. I stayed in and watched a horror movie or two including a big chunk of "The Devil's Rejects". Absolutely one of the most violent and disgusting and disturbing films I have ever seen in my life. And I can't take my eyes off the screen whenever I watch it. I will probably sit through it again in a year or two. Rob Zombie is an underrated film maker.
I also watched "Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein", the first time I had seen this movie in a good 10 years. As a youngster, I thought that Abbott and Costello were gods. I would roar every time I saw them in a movie on tv, much more so than I ever did with the Three Stooges or Laurel and Hardy or the Marx Brothers. A&C were it for me. It was like watching a couple of old uncles running around last night, and it wasn't very funny for me. I guess you have to be a kid or a victim of arrested development to have an appreciation for that kind of humour these days.
This morning I watched the pilot for "Warehouse 13", and I am not sure if I want to see any more of them or not. My boat was not floated.
I returned to the city this afternoon. Now it is just past 9:30, and The Walking Dead starts at the top of the hour, and I can't wait.
The clocks changed last night. For most of you, that is not a big deal. When you are me, this becomes a mini-project. I have so many clock radios that I know that I will miss one or two of them and sheepishly adjust the time on them. More importantly, though, is the fact that with the time change it will be dark when I leave for work and dark when I get home. I am not sure what the benefits to day light savings time are. I just know that being in the dark all the time is not a metaphor I like, nor is it a state of being that I enjoy either.
I guess that is it for tonight. Time to get curled up in front of my HD TV and watch my show.
See you tomorrow.