Hi. 10:30 on Saturday night. I write these humble, slightly sub-par, even pathetic, words on my laptop, whilst in my recliner. The computer is on the right arm of the chair, while Newbie snores on my lap. Oh, to be a cat!
I had a quick day trip to the Valley on Friday morning. I had made an appointment with an appliance repair place down there. I wanted them to check the washing machine down there. It was making a frightful noise, and I wanted to know why. After checking it out for 5 minutes, and refusing to accept any money for a service charge, I learned that there was a problem with the motor. Something was seized up somewhere, and the cost of fixing it would come close to the cost of purchasing a new washing machine. Good of him to be honest with me.
I also went down there to deliver magazines to the retirement home where my mother lived, and where she also died, last year. They were taking up too much space in the kitchen. Plus, I had a whole bunch here in Halifax. Lugging them out to the car Friday morning nearly ruptured me. Lugging out the ones from the Valley kitchen was also great fun. And being told yesterday that they were now, because of me, in receipt of 5 years or so worth of magazines tells me that I got rid of them at a good time, and that I had better acquire no new ones. That's fine.
I returned to the city in time for dinner. I had bought some victuals at Superstore in Bayer's Lake, and we ate some. And, as is usual with me, a trip to the Valley wore me out. I ended up turning in early. I woke up long enough to write last night's blog post and then turned in for the evening.
This morning I went by myself to the Timberlea Beverage Room. The local MLA and city councillor, son and father in that order, had commandeered the place to have a community breakfast. Not a lot of food, but a nice thought. I don't know how many tax dollars went to pay for it.
I went across the street to the local farmer's market. The bacon they had was something vile called "Bob's Bacon", on sale for $2.49 a package. I bought the package that looked the least disgusting, paid for it, and returned to the house, where I cooked some breakfast for Patricia, who is still convalescing. I spent the afternoon washing clothes, and hanging them up outside. They are frozen this evening.
I have spent a number of hours this weekend watching episodes of season two of Daredevil. The whole season dropped on Netflix on Friday. It is even more violent than season one. It is even better than season one. I plan to be up for quite a while tonight watching more episodes.
Well, assuming Newbie stops snoring long enough to let me.
Youse guys have a good evening. Talk at ya tomorrow.