Friday, June 12, 2015

Post 2977 - A Change In Plans

These humble, sub-par, slightly pathetic words come to you from... The Annapolis Valley.

Kind of a long story. I will try to keep it short.

Patricia, as I mentioned the other day, had a thing in Pictou County. I was gonna drive up on Thursday, once I got my column for Frank Magazine out the door. I finished it Wednesday afternoon, by the way.

Meanwhile, Patricia arrived at the cottage and discovered, to her absolute dismay, that the refrigerator there was no longer working properly. The freezer portion worked okay, but the refrigerator part did not. Much wailing and gnashing of teeth ensued. She would be stuck there until her thing was finished Thursday afternoon. She had dinner out with her co-workers.

I was still in the city. I had a bit of a headache on Thursday and slept a great deal. Come the afternoon, I decided it would be waste of time to drive there only to have no refrigerated food. Patricia agreed, and tentatively decided to come back to the city on Friday. She spent time after her work thing was over, purchasing a new fridge AND stove at the Brick in New Glasgow. They will be delivered next Friday the 19th. If she had arrived at the store 20 minutes earlier, they could have been delivered today. Another unfortunate thing.

I finished some chores in the city. Friday morning came, and I got up and managed to corral Newbie in his carrier so he came with me to the Valley. I told this to Patricia, and now she is thinking of remaining at the cottage until Sunday. Nobody is at the house, but it has a state-of-the-art security system, so I am not worried about a break-in.

Newbie and I are at the parental abode. I spent most of the afternoon mowing the lawn and taking the weed whacker to the stuff I couldn't mow down. The lawn mower and the weed whacker are the best 50 bucks I think I have spent in a very long time.  They work great for what they are. The lawn mower's got a fairly narrow maw so it cannot gobble as much grass as the lawn tractor could, nor does it have the lawn tractor's power, but I no longer have to worry about changing the oil or putting in gas either. I am happy with the purchase I made last month.

After my chores were over, I went to New Minas to get some food for Newbie and to grab a bite for myself as well as a few victuals. I will be here until Sunday, now. I will be in town for the 2015 Port Williams Days, when until Thursday I figured I would miss the first one since the thing started in 2000. Nice to be able to maintain the tradition.

Early tomorrow morning, I will get up, as much as my bed will want me to stay there, and head out to check out the many, many, many village yard sales. Every year, I set out in search of a particular item. Many years, I have found that item. I have secured broadcast spreaders, huge carriers for Newbie (one of which I still have, and used today), a thing to keep a laptop on so it won't over heat), and the radio I use in my stock photo for Frank Magazine. I got it last year. I paid 5 bucks for it. It is a short wave radio with many other bands. I was assured it would work. Got it home. Plugged it in and turned it on. And not much happened. Every time I adjust the volume, the sounds of a 100 hounds from hell emanate from the speakers. I have encountered that kind of problem before. It usually involves putting a little bit of wd-40 in the space behind the volume control knob, in the hope that it will "creep" into the mechanism that needs the lubrication. I can't remember if I have done that or not. I just know that when I needed a prop for my Frank picture that I thought of that, and Patricia got the pic of me holding the thing, while I sat in a lawn chair in my back yard, just as the sun was setting.

Anyway, this is what I will be going to in the morning.




Looks like fun, huh? Maybe I will see you there.

By the way, that is a pantry sale, and NOT a panty  sale. You can imagine my embarrassment the year I misread it. 

Now, if you will excuse me, I think I will finish this delicious Alpine Lager beer and turn in for the evening. Busy day tomorrow.

See you then.

Bevboy



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