Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Post 3791 - What I Have Been Up To

Hello again, my lovelies.

I have been incommunicado for more than a week now. I am sorry about that.

We... ended up not going to the cottage. The reasons for that are complicated, actually. We didn't go to the Valley, either. We just stayed in town, laying low, taking things easy.

First of all, I have been keeping something from you for months and months now. I had my reasons for doing so. I think they were good reasons, but upon re-evaluation, it just doesn't make sense any longer. This thing has taken an enormous amount of my time, and Patricia's time, over the last six months, and contributed mightily to many of the problems I have had getting blog posts out on a regular basis.

Here it goes.

The house I have in the Valley is on the market.

Some of you have known about this since the beginning. If you work with me, you would have likely heard me grousing or seen my exhaustion.

Patricia and I have spent a lot of time down there cleaning out the place. Many, many trips to Value Village, dropping off stuff. So many salt and pepper shakers. Packing things up. Cleaning out the attic took the better part of an entire weekend. My father had put stuff up there over the decades that was promptly forgotten about. Goodness gracious. Old exercise books from high school. University stuff. We filled 14 or 15 large plastic bags full of that stuff, after I had climbed up in the attic and thrown stuff  down into the hallway. So much stuff. 99.9% of it went out with our recycling.

A couple of years ago, I went up there and found some old mystery magazines and back issues of SF magazines, issues I had long ago misplaced, and which either I or my father had put up there more than 30 years ago. After rescuing that stuff, I had hoped that there might still be some treasures up there. Not so much.

That is but one example.

We have found so much stuff there over the months and got rid of it. My father was  a packrat of the highest order. We found hundreds of cancelled cheques he wrote back in the 1970's. He would pay Mom a sum every week with which she would buy groceries. We have found so many of those cheques. Those will be shredded.

There have been a couple of offers on the house. One of them, to my ever lasting regret, was rejected because we didn't have full information. The disappointment was nearly palpable. Another offer fell through over when the person could not secure bank funding.  Plenty of people have traipsed through the place.

The decision to sell the property was not made lightly. I thought about it for years. I felt I was betraying my parents by selling the place. They wanted me to retire down there, even though my life has been in the city for the past three decades. But the cost, on my finances, on my psyche, on my soul, on nearly every aspect of my being, had become such that keeping the place was an untenable situation. Driving up there. Taking care of the place. Driving back. Rinse. Repeat. For years.

I resisted for as long as I could before friends and a couple extended family members managed to convince me that my parents would not want me to go through all this sturm und drang, that they would understand if I just let it go, that it was time for someone else to live there and put their stamp on the place. Yet feelings of doubt lingered, like

I recently hired a man to replace the back steps, as the old ones had become unsafe. I haven't seen the work yet. I am sure the man did a very good job, as he has been doing extremely well with the other handyman jobs I have had him do in the last several months. He has been a godsend. I always address him by his last name because he is a good man who deserves respect, and therefore I will address him with respect.

There are other aspects of this topic that I probably should not discuss here, but you can guess what they might be.

In other news...

We did have a bit of fun during our vacation. We went out to a couple of meals, including a place called Delish, in Upper Tantallon. It is a British-focused eatery that also sells groceries from the U.K. We really like the place.

Also had a good meal at the Finer Diner last week. And before hitting Nocturne last Saturday, we had a meal at our favourite Halifax sushi place. As we left, the owner looked at me and said, "I am a boy". Turns out I had given him one of my Bevboy's Blog business card and had kept it for the past year or so. Must be a blog reader. Hello, sir.

The return to work on Monday was difficult. I was exhausted Monday night and slept the night away. Felt a bit better Tuesday night and made a stir fry for dinner. Wednesday morning, the dull headache I had had for a few days was still there. I found a stash of my headache pills and took one around 6:30. 45 minutes or so later, it was gone, and I felt fine. I love those pills. Have saved me from taking dozens of sick days over the years.

So, that is what I have been up to, in broad strokes. I feel better for telling you about it.

I am going to turn in for the evening. I have to get up in less than six hours. Where do the evenings go?

Talk to you tomorrow.


Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Post 3790 - Tomorrow.

The blog returns tomorrow. Sorry for the delay. All will be explained.

See you then.


Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Post 3789 - Not Just Yet

So, it is very late Tuesday night. Sort of Wednesday morning.

We haven't gone to the cottage just yet. We plan to head out Wednesday before lunch time.

We kinda lazed around until mid-afternoon. I had some finishing touches to put on my latest Frank Magazine article, so that is done. My editor gets to concentrate on the remaining articles in the magazine, whatever they may be.

By three pm, we got tired of sitting around the house, so we took off for Tantallon. I had to go to the bank, the RBC there, so we parked there. Patricia ran into an old friend of hers, so they gabbed. I grabbed a slice of pizza from the place next door to the bank and wandered into the "Delish" deli and British-based grocery store. I had been in there years before and been unimpressed, but the improvements in the place made me smile. I now have a jar of Branston Pickle to consume!

We went across the street to the Tantallon Farmer's Market, which for whatever damn reason operates in the summer and early fall on Tuesday afternoons, between 2 and 6. I bought Newbie a catnip toy. I got a jar of dill pickles.

Then we went to Otis And Clementines because used bookstore. Ellen had just got in some vintage mystery paperbacks. I sifted through them. Musty! But I found six John Dickson Carr novels for two bucks each. Once I conquer the problem with the musty odor, I will add them to my home office/library.

I have tried putting musty books in a zippered up bag along with an open box of baking soda and had only limited success. Please pass along your tips for removing musty odors from books, won't you? You're a peach.

We drove along the "loop" that took us along French Village and all those other numerous communities. We grabbed a bite at the Finer Diner. I had the soup of the day (cabbage with bacon), and a side Caesar salad. Loved them both. Patricia had the hot turkey sandwich, which she found a little dry. We drank water. Too full for dessert.

We continued along our way, eventually reaching Peggy's Cove, and continuing the way around back to the Saint Margaret's Bay Road. In the gathering darkness, in October, the drive was not the most exciting. A ton of rocks and not the most interesting views. We returned to the house around 7:20. I gave Newbie his present, and he played with it like a crazy kittie.

We watched two movies on demand this evening. "Kidnap", starring Halle Berry is about a single mother whose son is kidnapped in broad daylight. Without her cell phone, she hops into her car and gives chase. It only got a 37% Rotten Tomatoes score, but it pressed all our buttons. It was a fine little film, and I hope you check it out. It was filmed in 2014 and originally supposed to be released in 2015, but sat on a shelf until last year, when it was dumped in theaters in August. It deserved a far better fate than that. Check out "Kidnap"!

The other one was the 2017 "Murder on the Orient Express", the remake of the 1973 film, based on the Agatha Christie novel. I have enjoyed Kenneth Branagh's acting and directing for more than 25 years, and he does not disappoint here. The film sort of sets up a sequel, based on another Christie Poirot novel. I hope it happens.

By this time, it was nearly midnight.

It was a good day. Let's hope that the rest of the week only improves.

See you soon.


Monday, October 8, 2018

Post 3788 - Vacation Time

First of all, Happy Canadian Thanksgiving, everyone.

We didn't do much today. Slept in like crazy. I spent much of the afternoon and quite late into the evening, working on my next article for Frank Magazine. I just filed it about 40 minutes ago. It is not a true crime piece. Something a little different that I hope you will like. I will announce the subject of the article over the weekend.

I wanted to get it done a little early so I could enjoy the next several days of vacation. We will be at the cottage with spotty and sporadic internet coverage, so blog posts will be, um, spotty and sporadic until the weekend. Sorry about that.

We are nervous about going to the cottage. We haven't been there since August. The lawn was shaggy then. It will be that much worse now. I can only imagine how exasperated the trespassers will be with us, since we have inconvenienced them and made their trespassing problematic.

We have been neglecting the place. I will have to spend the better part of a day mowing down there, and I do not look forward to it, even though the lawn tractor does most of the work. I get hay fever something fierce. I take some of those allergy pills, which work, but they knock me out for 18 hours after I am done the job. Sleeping is nice, but not for that long.

I am calling it a night. It's a night.

See you soon.


Saturday, October 6, 2018

Post 3787 - Saturday Night Stuff

How are you this evening?

I didn't write Friday night because I was tired. And Thursday? I was busy doing stuff and got to bed kinda late. Should have written something. Sorry.

The highlight of the day for me, as sad as it sounds, was when the guy from Bell Aliant dropped by to upgrade our Fibre Op equipment. He replaced the modem and router, and combined them into one device, which is smaller and more efficient. The old wifi router had 4 antennas. This one has 12. Coverage is significantly better throughout the house, even in the upstairs bedrooms, up two flights of stairs. It means having to change to a new network, which is fine. The usual cost of $200 was waived because of lengthy service.

The internet in the house feels peppier now. We are pleased.

We are off work until the 15th. We are still plotting what we will do for the next week, but at least some of it will leave us sans internet access. Blog posts will be spotty over the next several days. I will write as much as I can. I promise.

We're celebrating our Thanksgiving on Sunday. I think I will turn in so I can get up relatively early and enjoy it.

See you tomorrow.


Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Post 3786 - Wednesday Stuff

Yes. Writing a blog post two days in a row.

I spent a few hours at the archives tonight, researching something for an upcoming piece in Frank Magazine. I think it will be a pretty interesting piece, once I finish my research. I even managed to track down a source to talk to me about this particular topic. I look forward to sharing it with you.

After that was all over, I picked up Patricia on Spring Garden Road. We drove home. She had bought me a little sammich thingy, so I nuked it when we got home and started to watching "Lethal Weapon" on the PVR. Patricia promptly dozed off, so we will watch it in the coming days. I read this afternoon that Damon Wayans, star of the show, has decided to quit the show in December, probably leading to its cancellation, and throwing a couple hundred people out of work. It wasn't enough that he got Clayne Crawford fired. Now, he wants to shut down the show entirely. Bugger.

Tomorrow is Thursday already. Not a pay week. A pay week would be lovely as I have a couple of unexpected house expenses to take care of.

I am calling this short. Lots to do tomorrow, which comes in six and a half hours.

See you tomorrow.


Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Post 3785 - Where Have You Been? We've Been So Worried!

Good question.

I am not sure I have a good answer.

Last Wednesday I was working hard against a tight Frank Magazine deadline. The result is a three page article in the issue that hits stores on Wednesday. I hope you check it out.

Thursday night I was busy doing some other stuff that occupied the bulk of my evening.

Friday night, my body collapsed on the recliner and I was out for the night.

Saturday we went to the Valley for the day. I paid my handyman friend for some recent work he did and hired him to do yet more work for me down there. I heartily recommend this man to anyone who needs such work done down there. Hit me up and I will give you his name. We returned to the city later in the evening.

Sunday... what did I do on Sunday? Uh... Patricia? Honey? What did we do on Sunday? That we want my 4.7 readers to know about? Oh, nothing? OK. I did nothing on Sunday.

Monday night, once again, I was tuckered out. I wasn't feeling well at work that day, so it was curtains for me when we got home.

Tonight, we watched some stuff on the telly. And, now, sheepishly, I write this silly blog post.

We had some time for a few good meals over the last several days. Since I have some foodies as readers, I thought I'd tell you about them.

We were off on Friday. We drove to Tantallon to Lefty's Restaurant and Lounge for a late lunch. Here is the website. We adore the Irish nachos. I ordered the two piece Bangers and Mash. There was too much mash, even though it was mixed with onions and cabbage. Sausages were locally sourced. Patricia ended up eating the balance of the meal that evening. This was after I made the mistake of offering her "a couple of bites", and I never saw it again. I recall liking it.

Saturday, in the Valley, we had lunch at Paddy's Pub and Rosie's Restaurant. I have never understood why they have both places under one roof. It is a conceit that has never made sense to me. They have one kitchen, folks. One! Same menu. Rosie's is a slightly nicer place to sit in. I used to take my mother there. We went there so often that the servers knew that we would want "two coffees and two waters". I had the steak dinner, which cost over twenty dollars. It was okay. For that price, in a pub-type environment, I expected somewhat better. Patricia liked what she ordered, but I cannot recall what it was.

On the way back to the city that evening, we drove back through Wolfville and had a snack and a couple smoothies at the juice bar on the main drag. A vast menu with a couple dozen options for wraps and pitas, but only about six choices for smoothies. I am thinking they should re-think the name of their business. Just a suggestion.

Sunday? I already told you that we did nothing on Sunday. Stop prying.

So, there you have it. A rough approximation of what I did the last week. I do hope to write more often, but my schedule does not always permit me to do so. I do apologize most humbly.

I will state "see you tomorrow" in a tone that is a promising one, but who knows what will happen between now and then.

So... uh, see you... tomorrow?


Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Post 3784 - 25 Years Later...

Well, I had a momentous day. Let me tell you about it.

In August I achieved 25 years of service with the provincial government. Every Fall, the government recognizes long service of 25 years, 30, 35, 40, 45, 50.

We were told to assemble at the Westin Hotel in the south end by 8:30 today. Patricia, Jamie from my work, and I piled into a cab and got there just in time. We registered and were led to the appropriate section. I was put in the 25 year section; Jamie in the 30 year one.

A couple of folks played familiar songs to us on violin. Public Service Commissioner Laura Lee Langley had some introductory remarks. Then we had the Premier's Awards for Excellence, which was pretty interesting.

Then the main event.

Starting with the 25 year folks like me, people were rounded up, row by row and marched over to the area just left of the dais. We gave the little blue card we were given that had our name and department name on it to Laura Lee, who read it aloud while we walked over to the Premier and Minister Tony Ince, minister of the PSC. Premier McNeil gave us our little award, in my case a pin suitable for pinning to my jacket that said I was a 25 year veteran. He congratulated me and shook my hand. I was put on a mark and McNeil and Ince posed with me for a couple of pictures before I was shuffled off and the next guy went on. It is a very efficient operation. Something like 300 people went through this procedure, and it was done in under 90 minutes.

I haven't got my picture with the Premier yet. Patricia took some other pictures of me up there. When I get them I will post them here and on my Facebook.

Afterward, we all went to a reception room where they served light snacks. But my department went all out and invited staff to a luncheon at the Old Triangle, on Bedford Row, downtown. Patricia and I walked there from the Westin. A nice day for a stroll. We got there, went upstairs to the private reception room, and sat down with Jamie. Lots of others were there.

We could order whatever we wanted off the menu, with the employer picking up the tab. The only exception was alcohol. If you ordered a beer, a glass of wine, or some hard liquor, you paid for that out of your own pocket. I had cranberry juice. Patricia had water. I ordered a ploughman's lunch. Patricia had a pastie thing, kind of a shepherd's pie, stuffed with chicken and mushrooms and allegedly some ham. My ploughman's lunch was too much for me to finish. Patricia loved her lunch.

The deputy minister gave us all long service award plaques. Here is mine:

By 2:15 or so, our Executive Director drove Jamie and me back to work. I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to be productive, but not really succeeding.

25 years. Where has the time gone? My goodness, I remember my first day as a civil servant. I was getting some papers signed so I would be paid. The man who helped me through that process was older and not far away from retirement. I could not imagine, could not fathom, remaining at any job for that period of time. While I have moved from one department to another over the years, my employer has remained the province all this time. Go figure!

I have tried never to take my job for granted. Nothing lasts forever. But I have been luckier than so many others to have not had a moment of unemployment in more than 30 years. A sister would sneer at me and say, "You have a government job!" as if that were a pejorative. It was bitterness on her part, is what it was.

I have always been grateful to have work, even though I have not always liked the work I had, if that makes any sense. Too many others I know have struggled to attain, and retain, employment that I would be a fool and a cad to take this or any other job for granted. 

I do not know how many more years I will remain a civil servant. I have some ducks to line up that I haven't told you about yet, which continue to keep me chained to my desk for a while yet. But when that day comes and I retire, I will look back fondly and with gratitude toward the years I spent working for the province. Today's award ceremonies really drove that home for me.

See you tomorrow.


Sunday, September 23, 2018

Post 3783 - Sunday Night - Even More Sleep Deprived

I cannot sleep this evening. I slept earlier this evening. I was feeling unwell around 6:15pm so I took a nap that last three hours. Now, here I am, 1:30 in the morning, with a thrown-off sleep pattern.

Have spent the last hour or so researching some stuff.

I will go back to sleep now. I hope.

See you tomorrow.


Saturday, September 22, 2018

Post 3782 - Saturday Night Sleep-Deprived

Well, hello there, handsome.

A guy at work, who reads this blog, told me the other day that his own "body shut down" the other night, an obvious reference to how often I tell you that I went to bed early and slept the night away.

That's pretty much what happened Friday night, I'm afraid. After work, I picked up Patricia at her work. We parked on Morris Street and walked to the new location of Dust Jacket Books, in the Historic Farmer's Market building. I bought a couple of the Walt Longmire novels by Craig Johnson. We really miss that show, but I knew it was based on Johnson's series, which is ongoing.

We decided to grab a quick dinner at Cheelin's next door. One of the better Chinese restaurants in the city, on the list of the top restaurants in the city. I am not sure if I would go that far, but I sure do like the egg rolls and dumplings and "Saturday noodles", so that is what we ordered.

We walked around the waterfront for a spell before returning to the car. We drove home and I turned in early.

This morning we got up relatively early as there was a "trucker's breakfast" at the Trinity United Church in Timberlea. For eight dollars you get eggs and bacon and sausages and baked beans and toast and hash browns and then a couple of pancakes. Wash it all down with a choice of juice, and coffee or tea. We partook.

We waddled to the car and drove downtown. Patricia was getting her hair done. I was off to the Archives for a few hours of cold case research. To some people it would look like the most boring thing ever, but to me it is rewarding and even fun. Anything but boring. The hours fly by. Even when I don't find much, and feel a bit discouraged, I still find things that can be used for other articles at other times.

I felt that way today. I was researching a particular unsolved murder, and found very little. But I did find other articles that I have safely stored on my dropbox and will use them for something else, some other time.

Patricia's hair was done by 1:10 or so. I picked her up on Spring Garden Road. We decided to check out the Starbucks at Bayer's Lake, the one just off the Bay Road. It has been there for, what, eight years or so, but we had never set foot in the place.

A couple of expensive and frothy drinks later, we decided to drive to Otis and Clementine's in Tantallon. It is a pretty fun used bookstore. I found a couple more Waltmire books but didn't get the. Saw some very choice horror books but didn't get them. Saw a very nice hardcover about the life of Bruce Dickson, best known as the lead singer of Iron Maiden. But I didn't want to pay 30 dollars for a used hard cover of a book that will likely hit the remainder bins before the holidays.

We went up the street to the meat market in Upper Tantallon. Caviccini's, or something like that. Very hard to spell. And the pronunciation is open to interpretation. But the food was fine. I had the smoked meat sammich. Patricia had the soup of the day, veggies with some kind of sausage. On the way out, she got some sausages, which we put in the freezer when we got home.

I took a long nap, and got up in time to watch a movie on the telly. Now it is past midnight, Sunday morning technically, and about to turn in again.

Sunday is about house cleaning. I sure am looking forward to that.

See you tomorrow.


Thursday, September 20, 2018

Post 3781 - Thursday NIght Ramblings

How was your day?

Typical day at work. After it was over, I drove over to Princess Auto in Burnside. The man who mows the lawn at the house in the Valley asked me to pick him up a trailer hitch of some description, on sale at PA, and I was happy to do that for him.

I also wanted to pick up a couple of nifty power bars, which I will soon put to good use here in my home office. They are really meant for a work shop, like my late father's. They have 12 outlets, on a three foot cord. Same kind of technology as the power bars one uses for home electronics. Only $17. I got three of them.

Afterward, I returned to Halifax and parked around the corner from where Patricia was doing her weekly Pilates class. We drove home and got caught up on "Better Call Saul".

Friday is nearly here. The weekend cannot get here soon enough.

See you tomorrow.


Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Post 3780 - Another Blog Post? Already?! Go On With Your Bad Self!!

Pretty much says it all.

Yes. Another blog post so soon. What is up with me, anyway?

How was your day? After work, I drove to the Archives and researched my next unsolved murder article for Frank Magazine. Found several articles. I am also trying to track down family members of the deceased person. I have been told by one source that they don't want to talk to anyone about the murder, which was so long ago. They want to move on with their lives. I do not understand that at all. I will try to get them to talk to me, but if they don't want to, it will not stop me from writing an article.

We got home. Watched an episode of "Better Call Saul". Patricia went to bed and I came down here to the home office.

Trying to firm up plans for the weekend. Would love to have a day of relaxation. I have nearly forgotten what that feels like. We really need a vacation. I have barely touched my vacation days this fiscal year. I nearly lost a bunch of days this past fiscal year and don't want that to happen again.

No. I didn't read anything more in the Mike Hammer book today. Did you see The Girl Hunters film, starring Mickey Spillane, playing his own character, Mike Hammer? Hmm? Well, did you?

I am going to turn in. Another long day beckons, seven hours from now.

See you tomorrow.


Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Post 3779 - On The Other Hand...

Well, this post is only two days after the previous one. I am getting better!

Monday night, I turned in early. I thought I might wake up in time to produce some kind of post, but you know what a thought does when it is well fed. Well, I didn't know until Patricia told me years ago; but you catch my drift.

So, during my lunch hours I am trying either to go for a walk or to read a book. I haven't tried reading a book while I was walking, or walking while I was reading a book. Come to think of it, those two last things are pretty much the same thing. But they both look geeky.

I have been making my way through a Mike Hammer novel by Mickey Spillane. Spillane was one of the most popular writers of the 20th century, even though many (most?) critics hated his work. Others defend him and his writing almost to their detriment. I had never read any of his work but had accumulated several of his novels over the years. I decided to rectify that and started off with "Vengeance is Mine" from... 1952, I think it is. The third "Hammer" novel, after "I, the Jury", and "My Gun is Quick". Spillane was so popular a writer, and the character of Mike Hammer was so iconic, that a Hammer book called "The Girl Hunters" was filmed in the early 1960's. The man who played Hammer? Mickey Spillane! It is on my Plex Media Server if you guys want to go look for it.

As for Spillane's writing: I don't get it, at least not yet.

Turgid prose. Even though the book is only 160 pages, it has a glacier pace. I expected misogyny because of the subject matter and the time it was written in, but what I am finding is so over the top, I thought it was a Mad Magazine parody.

I am about one third of the way through the book. I will persevere. I may even try to read another Hammer novel, but I think that may be my limit.

YMMV, of course.

It has been a very long day. Wednesday promises to be even more so. I will keep this post short and promise to try to write something tomorrow evening. I do miss you guys.

See you then.


Sunday, September 16, 2018

Post 3778 - Uh....

Yes. I am still among the living.

Sorry I haven't written the last several days. Wednesday night, I turned in early. Like, really, really early. Thursday night, I had a Frank Magazine deadline. Friday night, once again, I turned in early.

Saturday, I went to the Valley and stayed the night. At the house, the internet connection was indescribably bad. It is usually fine, easily enough to watch Netflix while I am surfing the web; but yesterday, and even into Sunday, it barely worked at all. Emails would squeak on to my phone, but when I tried to open them up, it would complain of their being no internet connection. The router would indicate by turns that there was such a connection, and then go "red" to indicate that it was just kidding around with me. Like I said, it is usually fine. I hope it was just an anomaly.

I came back to the city this morning and spent the day goofing off and enjoying the day with Patricia and Newbie. Newbie really missed me. He is being coy and standoffish, but staring at me the whole time. Little guy likes to play hard to get.

Patricia reported an issue with Newbie that got me a bit worried. He usually jumps from the floor to the sink to get a drink of water; but in the last few days he is a little hesitant to do just that. He is now 12. He used to jump and run all over the place. He would leap up on top of cupboards and stare down at us. He stopped doing that a couple of years ago. I know he is getting on a bit. I just don't to think about him, you know, going downhill or anything.

Newbie has already outlived Cindy Clawford. We put her down four years ago now, when she was about 11. She had been in failing health for some time. I am now starting to wonder if Newbie is on a similar slow decline. I hope not. I like the little guy.

Gee, this is a mawkish blog post, isn't it?

No Frank Magazine deadline this week, so I can breathe a bit. Happy about that.

I am going to turn in but not before promising you that I will write tomorrow night, and the night after, and the night after that. Maybe not the night after that, though. I'll tell you about those plans later.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.


Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Post 3777 - Yes. Still Among The Living!

Five days later...

Sorry I haven't written. Friday night, my body shut down pretty early. Saturday, Patricia and I went to the Valley, there to do a good day's work, carrying over into Sunday. So. Much. Work. Family stories and legends. And detritus aplenty.

We returned to the city on Sunday afternoon. Greeted Newbie. And, once again, a very long nap, and then to bed early.

Monday was a return to work and a return to some normalcy. Last night, we both turned in early, after a trying day of ups and downs.

After work on Monday, though, to celebrate Patricia's new job, we went out to dinner in Fairview, at Freeman's Little New Yorker, an offshoot of the Quinpool Road restaurant that has been there since 1956. I had the lasagna. I liked what I ate Monday night, but today it has caused me some, uh, er, um, discomfort, which still hasn't gone away. I finished all but a bite or two of it this evening, and it was dull and lifeless, and just reinforced the, uh, er, um, discomfort. I don't plan to go back.

Also tonight, we got caught up on season two of Mr. Mercedes, which is about one tenth as interesting as season one. I haven't read the Stephen King novels the show is based on, so I don't know how closely the storyline hews to the books, but I do hope that the books are more entertaining. So far, in season two, we have an antagonist who's been in a coma and still manages to confound the hero of the show, Brenda Gleeson's Bill Hodges.

Patricia loved season one but was looking at her watch this evening. Which is funny, because she wasn't wearing a watch. Staring at her wrist was more fun than watching the show, I guess. I grant you, she has a very nice wrist.  Firm, yet supple.

Tomorrow is Wednesday already. Who made up this weekday arrangement, anyway? I kinda like it.

Let's hope I see you tomorrow. I miss you when I don't write.


Thursday, September 6, 2018

Posy 3776 - Can It Be?

More stuff put into boxes and bags. More trips to Value Village.

You'd almost think that someone was planning a major move or something?

Ha ha.


See you tomorrow.


Wednesday, September 5, 2018

Post 3775 - Halifax Matters


Patricia took a vacation day today, and will take one on Thursday as well. Found stuff to throw out, and other things to shred. This evening I found the minutes from the November 7, 1991 Toastmasters club where I first showed up as a guest. Then, the following week, I joined,and found the minutes of that meeting, too. Also found the minutes from the meeting in early 1992 where I did my first speech.

Keeping those minutes.

The rest are going out in recycling next week.

Hate throwing out history, but there is no room in the house for that stuff, especially with more things coming here and soon.

Patricia will be doing more of the same tomorrow while I return to my day job.

Can't wait for this process to be over.

See you tomorrow.


Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Post 3774 - A Tuesday Off Work

After ten.

Back to work in the morning. Four day Labour Day weekend for Bevboy coming to a close.

This morning I went to Value Village to drop off a car full of stuff we no longer needed. So much stuff that had accumulated over the years. The guy ahead of me who was dropping off stuff of his own had a trunk full of what appeared to be vintage vinyl recordings. I did not want to see what musical genres were represented in the donation. Some things are better not to know.

After I returned to the house, we started watching episodes of "Mr. Mercedes", a program that diverted us for most of the afternoon.

While I am returning to work in the morning, Patricia is off for the balance of the week. There is much work to be done at the house, and she says she will take a good stab at it.

So much to do, here and in other places. Getting too old for this... stuff.

See you tomorrow.


Monday, September 3, 2018

Post 3773 - Monday Night


We went to the valley Sunday morning and did a pile of work down there, working into the evening. We stayed overnight and did more work today. So much work to do there.

Tuesday is another day away from work. Back at 'er on Wednesday. It will be a relief to return to the grindstone.

A different grindstone.

See you tomorrow.


Saturday, September 1, 2018

Post 3772 - How About Saturday?

Yeah, hi there.

I didn't write on Friday because my body pretty much shut down when I got home from work. Today, we were supposed to go to the valley and do some stuff, but instead we needed some fun, so we stayed in town.

We saw two movies today. "Ant-Man and the Wasp" was great fun, easily as good as the original. And "Mission Impossible: Fall Out" was good, too. A bit talky at times, but probably the best of the series. I hope that Tom Cruise has one or two more of these films left in him. Early reports indicate that he does.

Today may be the last day of fun for us for a good six weeks or so.  We have some important business to take care of between now and mid-October. We both look forward to it being behind us. It will involve some heart ache and some tears, but things will be better once it is over and done with.

I am going to hit the hay. Busy day tomorrow.


Thursday, August 30, 2018

Post 3771 - Thursday Night Melting

So, the humidity returned today, like a bad penny.  Tonight will be another nearly sleepless night.

We have air conditioning at work, if you want to call it that. It means that it is somewhat cooler inside than out, this time of year.

What else is going on? Still can't talk about that major thing, just yet. I am hoping to be able to do so, soon.

Patricia had a very pleasant day, today. She got some potentially good news, which once it is confirmed, I will share with you here.

And... that's all she wrote for today. I need to jump in a lake full of ice cubes to cool off, so if you will excuse me...

See you tomorrow.


Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Post 3770 - Too. Hot!

After 9:30.

Once again, I should be turning in. I did not sleep well last night, what with the humidity and all. Tonight, sweat is pouring off me and collecting in little pools on folds in my flesh. I can't imagine that I smell very good.

The humidity has come back fast and furious. It promised to go away last week, but came back with a vengeance in the last couple of days. They say it may fade off by the weekend, but I am doubtful.

I should have gone to the archives tonight, but Patricia was not feeling very well, likely due to the humidity around these here parts.

I watched two episodes of "Unsolved Mysteries" tonight on my Plex Media Server. I had nearly forgotten how much I had enjoyed that show back in the day. I have very... fond(?) memories of watching the show in my apartment on Green Street in Halifax. The show would often put me in such a spooky mood that I would get up and make sure I had locked the door to the apartment, because you never knew...

There has been talk of reviving the show, but nothing has come of it, at least not yet. I do hope it comes back in some form.

I think I will turn in. Maybe I can get some darned sleep this evening.

Or not.

See you tomorrow.


Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Post 3769 - Good News(?)

How was your day?

The thing that has been taking a tremendous amount of my time in recent months? It continues to do so. Thanks for asking. Perhaps in a couple or three weeks, I will be able to tell you about it. But... not just yet.

The humidity has come back in full force. In a few minutes I will ooze out of my clothes and go to bed, there to sweat out of every orifice I have, marinating in my own juices until the morning comes, and I have to get up and go to work again. Good times.

Poor Newbie. As a tuxedo cat, his mostly black mane is wilting, and he looks at me in a take-me-out-of-my-misery way, an admixture of helplessness and self pity. I don't have the heart to tell him that I feel exactly the same way.

I think it is time for me to start oozing.

See you tomorrow.


Monday, August 27, 2018

Post 3768 - Monday Night Stuff

Hello, earthlings.

How was your day? Mine took a bit of a turn mid morning when I got an interesting text from someone regarding an issue that has been taking a tremendous amount of time in recent months. I discussed the issue with Patricia. We both spoke to the person this evening and feel better after that process.

I look forward to sharing this with you as soon as possible.

After work, we went to Costco. We were both craving one of those rotisserie chickens, for eight dollars. We didn't want to take out a second mortgage on the house to pay for dinner at Swiss Chalet, which produces chickens nearly the same as what you can get at Costco. After we ate what we wanted of the bird, I saw a bit of E-Talk, where someone named Awkwafina was given a Costco chicken as a gift because she apparently really likes these chickens. Patricia thought I had read an article about this young lady and felt inspired to get such a chicken. No. No, I didn't. I thought that Aqua Fina  was a brand of spring water, until Patricia pointed out that I was an old fuddy duddy and should learn to spell the names of celebs. Duly noted.

The humidity is back in nearly full force. Sweat is oozing out of my pores and landing on embarrassing parts of my body. It will be another night of difficult sleep.

I have very little else to report. Once again, I regret not telling you about the thing that has been taking up oodles of my time since the early Spring. I look forward to that time, and hope it is soon.

Turning in.

See you tomorrow.


Sunday, August 26, 2018

Post 3767 - Where Have I Been, This Time?

Sunday night.


I left work early on Friday afternoon as I had a dental appointment. The hygienist was a miracle worker named Laurie (or maybe it was Lori?). She managed to clean my teeth as if I were a hippo and she was one of those little birds that clean its teeth. Which is a compliment to her and a dig at me.

I only gagged a couple of times.

After that ordeal was over she dragged me over to the area where I could get an x-ray or three. She put that little blanket on me and told me to bite down on this implement designed to torture my mouth. I gagged like nobody's business, but she got her pictures. The last x-ray, I wretched, and nearly vomited on myself.

I got home around 4:15. Picked up Patricia at the bus stop around 5. Went downstairs to my recliner and promptly slept the night away.

Saturday I got up and drove to the Valley to continue to deal with the issue I have been dealing with down there in recent months. I will tell you about it soon, but many of you know anyway. I stayed the night and returned early this afternoon. I had brought back a computer desk so we had fun dragging the pieces out of the car and lugging them upstairs.

Newbie was very glad to see me. At one point, he curled up next to me on the couch and all but fell asleep. Little guy.

Weekend is over, again. Back to reality tomorrow.

And, I will try to write something tomorrow, if only to prove to you I can write a blog post two days in a row.

See you then.


Thursday, August 23, 2018

Post 3766 - Thursday Night, Already?

Yeah. It's late.

How was your day? Mine was okay. After work, we went to the Common Roots Urban Farm, where the old Queen's Elizabeth High School used to be. They were having an open... garden. They served a free meal featuring food mostly grown in the garden. My goodness, it was excellent. Potatoes with rice and veggies, along with salad. I sneaked in a second serving!

After that we went to Costco. I stayed in the car while Patricia shopped.

We got home around 7:30. I did the dishes and cleaned out Newbie's litter box before I showered. The two days of beard I had are now gone. I like being smooth shaven. I ran into a guy I used to work with, the other day. He has the tiniest slip of a bear, more like a snail attached to his chin. I wonder how much work is involved in maintaining it? I would just shave the damned thing off. Too lazy, I guess.

Tomorrow is Friday. My plans for the weekend are falling into place. I will tell you about them, when the weekend gets here.

Off to beddy bye.

See you tomorrow.


Wednesday, August 22, 2018

Post 3765 - Wednesday Night


It is late.

I must turn in soon.

I went to the archives tonight to research a particular missing persons case. I have been working on this case for a year now. Yes. A year. As weird as it sounds, I do not know the name of the missing person, just the year he went missing. I am gradually working my way through every issue of the Herald from that year in question, while I try to find out who this man is, and why he went missing. It is a very perplexing case, one that I have devoted many hours to so far, with nearly nothing to show for it.

After Patricia's Pilates class, we drove home. I was starving. I cut up the turkey breast from last night and nuked it in the microwave, along with some scalloped potatoes. We ate that combination in front of the tv. By 9:30, Patricia toddled off to bed, while I fell asleep in front of the tv.

Because of that nap, I will likely be awake for a while yet.

The exciting life I lead! How can I handle it all? Dare I tell you I read 30 pages of my book during my lunch hour today? Could you withstand that shock?

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.


Tuesday, August 21, 2018

Post 3764 - Where Have You Been? We've Been So Worried!

Uh, yeah. About that.

Saturday I was in the Valley taking care of some business, which I will discuss here for the first time in the coming days. This item of business has been taking a tremendous amount of my mental, physical, and psychic energy for months now. I look forward to discussing it with you.

Sunday, upon my return to the city, Patricia and I went to the main Halifax library for the annual event where you take a broken electronic item in your house and volunteers try to fix it. I took in a table top fan that I purchased the first summer I was on my own, so 1988. It was in my apartment on Dahlia Street in Dartmouth, apartment 208. Crazy hot summer that year. I managed to find a fan and got it home and it helped make that summer livable. Over the years, it adorned my apartment on Green Street in Halifax. Of course, for the last quite a few years it has been here in my house.

In the last couple of months, as it oscillated, it made a little noise as it moved back and forth. A little, uh, cracking sound for lack of a better term. When it was not oscillating, it did not make that noise. I figured that while the fan didn't owe me anything after all this time, by the same token, it had earned at least a quick check by someone who knew what they were doing. I had taken the thing apart myself but didn't see anything amiss.

The volunteer took the fan apart more than I had. Peered inside the mechanism and had me look. "Nylon gears", he pronounced. After all these years, they were wearing out. He put it back together and had it oscillate. "That noise is the fan slipping gears", he told me. The cost of fixing the unit, if it was fixable to begin with, was more than buying a new one.

I thanked him for his time. Scooped up the fan. Went to a couple of the vendors, who were giving away some swag. Pencils made from recycled newspapers. Pens with recycled parts in them. A little "green bin" suitable to store those pens and pencils in. Sticky notes. A schedule of what is acceptable to throw out on garbage/recycling days. A nice tote bag.

Patricia had taken in a toaster. The volunteer took it apart and got it working again, after a fashion. He put it back together and it no longer worked. The problem appears to be a magnet that holds the lever down, which causes the toaster to do its thing. The magnet got mis aligned or something in the unit, so the lever will not stay in place, so the toaster will not toast. A shame. It is not that old. We will have to make do with the toaster I got at a thrift store a couple of years ago. It works fine for what it is.

After we left, we grabbed some lunch at the sushi place on Queen Street, across from the library. The sushi place is a franchise and mostly looks it. The sushi was acceptable, vacillating between bland and tasteless. The place further up on Queen Street is 100x times better.

We returned home. I found a power bar and took it downstairs to the laundry room. Plugged it in, above the washing machine. Plugged the phone into the power bar, along with the fan, and then one of my many radios. The fan is in the corner of the laundry room, on a shelf, pressed against the wall, so Newbie would have a very hard time knocking it over. I have it just where I want it (the fan, not Newbie). I permanently turned off the oscillation on the fan and pointed it in the direction of anyone who enters the room. Turned it on. Worked perfectly. With any luck, I hope to get another five years out of that fan, now that I know what it can no longer do. I will probably never run it beyond the slowest speed, too, once again to preserve the motor that much longer.

Sunday night, we watched an episode of "Poldark", and then the pilot episode of "Lodge 49", the latest drama from AMC. The show is about a man in his late 20's, early 30's who is at a cross roads. He has no job and no place to live, so he sleeps on his sister's couch. They are both deeply in debt. Their father just died, and they have lost everything. He ends up joining a fraternal lodge along the lines of the Masons, in an effort to turn his life around. It is a promising show, based on the pilot. I want to see more.

Monday I returned to work. I had a headache most of the day. When we got home, I had to take a nap. I got up after a while and ate something before returning to bed, this time for the evening.

Today, Tuesday, I felt much better. So much so, that I barbecued dinner tonight, a couple of turkey breasts. With some scalloped potatoes and tomatoes, we had a very nice dinner indeed.

Tomorrow is Wednesday already. What fresh fun awaits me? Let's find out, and I will try to tell you about it, tomorrow.

See you then.


Friday, August 17, 2018

Post 3763 - Friday Night Stuff


Didn't write the last couple of nights, for which I apologize. Wednesday night, I was working on my next Frank article until quite late. Thursday night, I was tuckered out and turned in quite early.

Today was my earned day off. I slept in. After I got up, I cooked breakfast for us and then did the dishes. After lunch, we drove over to Princess Auto in Dartmouth. The man who mows the lawn for me in the Valley asked me to pick him up something, and I was only glad to do that. That done, we went to the nearby Good Will store, known as Goodies. They are pulling out of Nova Scotia, alas; and we wanted to see what was left. Everything was 60% off.

I ended up getting a half dozen shirts, a pair of pants, an insulated thingy to hold my lunch at work, and a few books. Everything came to just under $32. Patricia got a similar amount of stuff, and paid about $34.

From there we went to the Chicken Burger in Bedford. We go there a couple of times a year to scratch an itch. I still feel the place is overrated, and has ridden on the coattails of its reputation for decades. People go there in a sense of nostalgia more than anything else. The food was passable. Nothing wrong with it. We may go there again in 2018, but more than likely not.

Returned home around 5pm. Watched a couple episodes of "Dietland" on Plex, and the associated "after show" called "Unapologetic with Aisha Tyler". We love Aisha. The show should resonate with women in the same way that "Dietland" probably will if only they would bother to watch it.

I have plenty of plans for Saturday, which I will tell you about... on Saturday, natch. Have to leave you wanting more.

Have a good evening, my lovelies. See you tomorrow.


Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Post 3762 - Tuesday Night Ramblings

Past ten pm. Will turn in shortly.

Spent the last hour or so, working on my next Frank Magazine cold case article. I will finish writing it Wednesday evening. A murder mystery from... well, quite a few years ago.

How was your day? Mine was okay. The humidity broke for a while today, more so when it rained like a schlock demon mid-afternoon. A guy in my home got caught in the first deluge and came in soaking wet. The rain let up. He stepped out again to go home, and got caught in another rain dump on the way to his car. The very definition of Schadenfreude.

After work, we drove home, and I tried to have a quick nap, to no avail. I got up around 6:30 and cooked some dinner to go along with the corn that Patricia was boiling. After watching last night's "Whose Line" and something else, I came down here and got to work.

You are now caught up, as if you cared.

My work week is half over. Two more days, and then I am off for three. I love these earned days off. They come in mighty handy.

I am gonna turn in. Patricia has Pilates after work tomorrow, so we will be home late.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.


Monday, August 13, 2018

Post 3761 - A Blog Post, Two Nights In A Row?! Are You Kidding Me?

Title pretty much says it all.

Yeah, how was your day? The humidity in Halifax has reach a nearly tolerable state. The house is still warm tonight. Patricia went to bed early because she was tired. I am up because I am working on an article for Frank before turning in.

Our American neighbour started his return home this morning. I took some pictures of his cottage's new windows and emailed them to him just now because his wife hasn't seen them yet.

After work this evening we drove home and for dinner had some more of the Pictou County pizza we got on Sunday afternoon. There are still two slices of it left. They will be gone-zo Tuesday night.

it is late. I am tired. It has been a long day, and another one awaits me in like seven hours. Calling this blog post short.

See you tomorrow.


Sunday, August 12, 2018

Post 3760 - Where Have I Been?

Hello again, my lovelies.

I really should write more often. I feel so awful that I haven't.

Thursday? What did I do on Thursday that made it impossible to write a blog post? Well, I was tired. The humidity is kicking me hard these days. Friday, we had every plan to go to the cottage, but we ended up not going until Saturday morning. We got there around 11:30, and then headed to Tatamagouche to get a few groceries and to attend the farmer's market.

After that, we lay around the cottage a bit before visiting our American neighbour James Taylor, who's beginning the trip to return to his lovely wife in Baltimore on Monday morning. We stayed there for a few hours. He gave me what was my first drink of tequila. I don't remember much after that.

We returned around 9:30 I guess it was. The tequila, a beverage with a taste foreign to me, caused me to lay down, and then go to bed, where I remained until late morning. At one point, I felt I would be ill. No. more. tequila. for. Bevboy!

Mid-afternoon, after we had loaded up the car, we visited James one more time. We stayed for an hour. Learned that the boorish neighbour next door's son is getting married at their cottage this coming weekend, so there will be trespassers traipsing all over our property then. Sigh.

We drove in to Pictou to the Acripole Pizza and got a jumbo pizza. Cost far more than I wanted to pay. We returned to the city, unloaded the car, fed Newbie, and hoed into the pizza and beer. Pictou county pizza is the best.

We return to work in the morning. Shameful where the weekends go, eh wot?

I think I will turn in. Much to do in the morning.

See you tomorrow, my friends.


Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Post 3759 - Short and Sweet


Even though we had a bit of rain around lunch time, the humidity is still dragging me down to the dregs. I am done wringing out my clothing every night. I need to wring out my skin.

People tell us to be quiet, that in a few months, when the weather is colder, that we will look back wistfully on this short period of the  Summer and wish it were still so. I say thee nay, nay, a thousand times nay! I love the cooler weather of early Autumn and yearn for it. It cannot get here soon enough.

We made our way through most of the pilot episode of "Dietland" tonight. Too tired to finish it. What seemed like a neat premise is falling apart in the third act. I am not sure if we will bother watching anything beyond the first episode. Have any of you seen it? Is it worth pursuing?

I am gonna take a cold glass of water and throw it in my face. Maye that will make me feel better.

See you tomorrow.


Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Post 3758 - Ugh! Part Two

Hello, my lovelies.

The last few days have been interesting to say the least.

Friday I worked all day. Tried to cool my heels Friday night, to no avail. Saturday, we drove to the cottage, not arriving until mid-afternoon.

We saw our cottage neighbour, James Taylor, the same man I interviewed here. James is finally retired from his U.S. civil service job and can spend more time in Nova Scotia, but circumstances have not enabled that to happen. This all means that we have to co-ordinate our schedules if we are to see him each year.

This year he regaled us will stories about David Copperfield, pickled punks and the quest therefor, actor and magician Harry Anderson, his love for New Orleans, and other stuff. Patricia and I managed to get a word in here and there; but each phrase out of our mouths was just a launching point for another JT story. By 10pm, nearly five hours at his cottage, we were exhausted and returned to our own cottage, a short distance away.

I had developed a headache throughout the day. I had been up since very early that morning. So I turned in while Patricia watched some stuff on tv. And... I pretty much didn't get up until late Sunday afternoon. I got what we call cottage sickness, characterized by an inability to get too much sleep. I did get up, eventually, and watched some tv with Patricia before returning to bed at midnight.

Monday was a holiday in these here parts. We returned to the city mid-afternoon, picking some blueberries along the way. Last night we sweltered in the house, Patricia reminding me over and over how we need to get AC in the house, or a heat pump, or both. Next year, I promise.

And we returned to work today. Tonight, we watched some stuff on tv.

It is nearly 11:30. I need to get up in about six hours.

I am sorry I haven't written much lately. The weather has been so draining of my resources that it is all I can do to get through my work day before coming home and collapsing in a heap of sweat.

I will try to write more frequently on a go forward basis.

See you tomorrow.


Thursday, August 2, 2018

Post 3757 - Ugh!

Three days later, the humidity is still kicking my arse.

Tuesday night. What did I do Tuesday night? Went to Kent after work and bought some semi transparent stain for the day when I work on the front deck, side steps and back steps. Not until the weather cools off a titch.

Wednesday night I cooled my heels while Patricia had her Pilates class. After that, we picked up some of the really expensive litter for Newbie, the kind of litter I would use without compunction. Only the best for my kitty. And me, if necessary.

Patricia is taking a couple of days off work. I got home tonight and took a long nap while she did the same. When I got up, I grilled a few hamburgers because I love the heat so much. Enjoyed a nice cold beer and am trying to keep cool.

People are telling me to get through this weather because in a few months it will be cold and nasty. I can handle cooler weather just fine. It is this extreme heat and humidity that I cannot abide. Sue me.

Think I will turn in. I have found if I sleep at a certain angle with the fan blowing in on me at a certain speed, I can get some rest for a few minutes at a time.

See you tomorrow.


Monday, July 30, 2018

Post 3756 - Stop What You're Doing!

And listen to the latest edition of the Nighttime Podcast, hosted by my friend Jordan Bonaparte.

For the fourth time, he has had me on as a guest co-host, this time discussing the 1985 murder of Tina Marie Barron.

Here is the link.

Let me know what you think of it.

See you tomorrow.


Sunday, July 29, 2018

Post 3755 - Sunday Night Recovering

Hello again, my friends.

No trip to the cottage for us this weekend. We remained in the city on Friday, sweltering in the heat, marinating in the sweat that oozed out of our pores. Good times, indeed.

Saturday, Patricia got up early and hopped on Facebook and learned that Tap Root farms in Port Williams was letting folks pick garlic for $7.50 a pound. We like garlic, a bit too much, so we jumped in the Soul and drove down there. We arrived just before noon and Patricia grabbed the pitchfork we had brought and went to work.

I have to admit that I didn't know where garlic came from. I had no idea it was a root, uh, vegetable. After digging up the garlic, you then have to "cure" it, which involves cutting a few inches above the bulb and letting the stock dry until it is like paper. It means that the garlic is then ready to be consumed. But we didn't know what we were doing, so some of the cloves were, uh, cleaved by the pitchfork. Those cloves were cut up and used in tonight's chicken stir fry, and it was incredible, using such ultra fresh garlic.

We dug up just short of 10 pounds of garlic, which seems like a lot, but doesn't look like a lot. Another couple there yesterday were harvesting far more than we were. We figured they have a garlic fetish or they have a restaurant that makes tremendous use of garlic, or they have a problem with vampires.

After checking out the house, and a quick nap, we decided to go to the Sterling's in Greenwich. I ran into a couple of people I knew, including Paulette, who was my sort of boss at the library at Acadia in the 1980's. We also decided to grab some dinner at the Evangeline Inn and Cafe in Grand Pre.

I had not been there since... well, the Summer of 1985 I guess it was, when Paulette and her boss George took me and Mary Dowe there for lunch at the end of us working there for another Summer. Seemed kismet to run into Paulette there, and all signs pointed to a good meal. A friend of Patricia's had eaten there recently and had raved about the place.

What a let down.

We ordered nachos, which cost $16. For that much, we expected nachos to be pretty damned good, but they were competent at best. Insufficient cheese. Too much onion. Not enough tomatoes. Not a large serving.

Patricia ordered a chicken breast burger, which she reported was bland. The lettuce was limp. Some mayo. Maybe a bit of tomato. I ordered the chicken quesadillas, which clearly had come from a freezer and been reheated. The filling was bland and listless. A bit of chicken here and there to justify the name of the item. I was not impressed.

We decided to skip the dessert. We had been disappointed too much already and wanted the much-vaunted pie to remain a mystery. After reading the Robert Borden monument a few meters away, we got in the car and returned home. Patricia, who paid for the meal, was not happy about the food, or the service, and was vocal in expressing her disappointment. We will not return.

Some restaurants are around forever. Sometimes, you have to wonder why. They coast by on their reputation. People go and if they are lucky get a competent meal and eventually forget about the experience and go back again. I am thinking one of those places is the Evangeline Inn and Cafe in Grand Pre. Another one, in my opinion, is the Chicken Burger in Bedford, by the way.

We got a few groceries at the Superstore in Windsor and returned to the city. I took a nap and was pretty much down for the rest of the night.

Today, once again the humidity got to us. We didn't do much. I cooked some chicken that Patricia used in the afore-mentioned stir fry. Watched some tv. And that was our weekend.

How was yours?

Back to reality tomorrow. Weekends go by, far too quickly.

See you tomorrow.


Thursday, July 26, 2018

Post 3754 - Thursday Night Ramblings

Hello again, my lovelies.

I am off on Friday, so it is a three day weekend. Not to be outdone, next weekend is a three day weekend, too, what with the civic holiday then, you know.

We got home from work tonight and I decided to close my eyes "for a few minutes". Next thing I knew, it was 8pm. Patricia was asleep upstairs. I made us something to eat. I paid the young man who mows the lawn for me. And I watched a documentary about the Twelve Tribes religious cult, the same scary religious people who may have spirited away Lyndon Fuller back in 1988 from Berwick, Nova Scotia. People still talk about him, and them, down there.

That was my evening. How was yours?

Tomorrow mornin', we head off to the cottage, unless something more interesting happens here ahead of that. I doubt it. The cottage it is.

You guys have a good evening. I will bark at you soon.


Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Post 3753 - Two Days Later


I didn't write last night because my body shut down around 6pm. I was down for the evening. I woke up here and there to see if I was still alive, but there was no way I had the gumption to do much of anything. The humidity was kicking me hard.

Today wasn't much better in these here parts. Barely able to breathe  at times, the humidity in this province has made it impossible for me to stay outdoors for long periods of time. I mostly stayed indoors, or in the car with the air conditioning blaring full blast.

After work, Patricia had Pilates class. I killed some time at the Salvation Army store on Strawberry Hill and then drove to the street around the corner from her class and was happy enough to get a parking space. I walked to a nearby pizza place, ate a slice, and returned to the car, where I waited until the class was over. We drove home and I showered and came downstairs.

I have spent some time this evening writing about my friend Holly Bartlett, who was killed in 2010. There is an award being given out in her memory, and I was asked to write a short post about her. I produced a draft and will read it over and send it along during my lunch hour tomorrow.

Tomorrow is my Friday. A three day weekend beckons. Can hardly wait.

Guess I will turn in.

See you tomorrow.


Monday, July 23, 2018

Post 3752 - Too. Humid!

My body is sweating in places I did not know existed. I am a little embarrassed about, actually.

How about we call it a night? We all think of something cool to do. Something literally cool to do? Like jumping in a lake of ice cubes or swimming through ice cream or rolling around in the snow?

Snow... yes. Snow!

See you tomorrow.


Sunday, July 22, 2018

Post 3751 - Sunday Night

Hello there, you ruggedly handsome person, you.

Another weekend is behind me. Where do those cursed things go, anyway?

Saturday morning, we got up relatively early and headed out to the Valley for the day. Patricia wanted to attend a craft thingy in Berwick. We decided to postpone it. Patricia watched some stuff on Plex while I did some other work. I got a pizza for us at a place in Kentville that was... well, it was all right, I guess. Got some other food.

We also checked out, earlier in the day, the SPCA thrift store in New Minas. Weren't really sure where it was, but based upon some instructions found it with no problem yesterday. Lots of books, and they were even cheaper. And even cheaper than the even cheaper because they have a "stuff a bag" program, where you stuff a Sobeys bag full of books for one dollar. The girl charged me that much for eight books because she figured that is how many I could have stuffed in a bag had I had one.

I look forward to returning there, and soon.

We stayed in last night. I made French toast for breakfast this morning before we did the dishes and closed the house up again, prior to our trip to Berwick. The craft thingy was in full swing. I was bored within nine seconds, so I wandered around to a hallway showing "bricks" that people had donated to help pay for the construction of the new fire hall. I noticed this one.

Yes, this is the Lyndon Fuller who disappeared nearly a full 30 years ago, from the hospital in Berwick. Jumped out of a third story hospital window and ran off into the night and hasn't been seen since.

I have my doubts about that whole narrative. Not one shred of proof, but enough things don't add up that make me think certain things about what happened just are not true. I look forward to the day when I can write a follow-up article about his disappearance.

I wrote a four page article about Lyndon and his disappearance in Frank in 2016. That issue sold very well in the Valley, as you might imagine. His disappearance is still a matter of some discussion down there. One of the more famous missing persons cases in the country, actually.

We got back to the city mid-afternoon. We were both tired so we took a long nap. After ignoring us for a spell, Newbie warmed up to me and curled up on my lap while I slept.

Tonight, I shaved and showered and shampooed and am not ready to return to work in the morning. Can hardly wait.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.


Friday, July 20, 2018

Post 3750 - Mea Culpa!

Wow. Three days since my last blog post. How did you ever survive without me?

Wednesday I worked on my next Frank article until quite late. Thursday night, I pretty  much slept the night away.

Such is my life these days. Work and sleep. No wonder my pvr is full.

So, Friday night. Another weekend yawns before me. I have some plans, which I will tell you all about once they're over. I do this not to be mean, but to protect myself from the ridicule you will lob at me if I end up not doing the things I say I will do. There is a method to my madness.

Got a new kind of litter for Newbie today. I hope he likes it. If not, I fear there will be hell to pay. I wish, when he was a kitten, I had trained him to use the toilet. I'm told that it can be done if you have Job-like patience. Certainly would have saved me a lot of money over the years, but how would have wiped his little tushie after he was done? I have wondered about that for years now.

I think I will turn in. Lots on the go on the morrow.

See you then.


Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Post 3749 - Two Days Later...

Sorry I didn't write last night. It was crazy hot, the kind of hot that makes you think about jumping into a frozen pond and hoping for the best. It was all I could do to make it to bed and sleep.

Today I started a three day course at work. This evening Patricia and I went out to dinner before attending the Dan McKinnon concert at the Maritime Museum of the Atlantic. McKinnon used to play every Saturday at the "old" Halifax Farmer's Market. There are so damned many farmer's markets in Halifax now that I feel I need to be more specific, so here you go. The "new" Farmer's Market is at Seaport and is large and sprawling and we very seldom go because how many cucumber vendors do you really need? It replaced the former Farmer's Market, which was for decades at the Brewery Market on Hollis Street, although the main entrance has changed several times. Many of the vendors at that market balked at moving to the new market, and thus the "Historic Farmer's Market" was born. At some point, the name settled to The Halifax Brewery Market, and you can check out their website if you want to.

Where was I?

Oh, yeah.

Dan McKinnon.

Back in the 1990's, and I guess in to the early 00's, McKinnon would play at this farmer's market, his baritone voice going over the throngs of people. He was in a perfect little nook; but the market grew and grew and the space behind him was required for more vendors. That little nook became a thoroughfare for folks who wanted to check out those vendors. McKinnon's performances were interrupted more and more, and he got fed up and quit that gig.

He'd play other venues, but I have never seen him have a regular weekly gig since. He tours a lot, and is about to play the U.K. for the 22nd time. If we hadn't seen him tonight, we would have missed him likely for the last time in 2018.

So, despite an impending Frank deadline, we saw him. It was an divine show, as his show always are.

We got home. I showered. And I haven't done a speck of work all night. It means I must work that much harder Wednesday night to make my deadline.

But it was worth it.

It is late. I really should turn in so I can be fresh for day two of that course.

See you tomorrow.


Sunday, July 15, 2018

Post 3748 - Another Weekend Down the Tubes

Hello, my friends. All 4.7 of you.

We had great plans to do a lot today. We did manage to wash the dishes, and do quite a bit of laundry. Patricia cleaned out the fridge and found some things that are now science experiments and resting comfortably in the green bin outside. A waste of perfectly-good food that we both forgot about. We curse ourselves for it, every time, and then take advantage of sales to buy yet more things we forget about. Shame on us.

The weekend is over and it is back to work in the morning. After sleeping in for a couple of days it is very difficult to get up at 5:30 or so to face another day at the office. It gets more difficult with age, not easier.

Oh, I finished reading "Dead Skip" last week. You know, that crime novel by Joe Gores. I quite liked it. Nice ending. Good humour. And the entire story was only about 180 pages. I'm about to start "Shadow of a Broken Man" by George C. Chesbro. Chesbro is an author I have not sampled but have heard great things about. I will let you know what I think of the novel as I work my way through it.

Guess I will turn in. Sunday night, you know.

See you tomorrow.


Saturday, July 14, 2018

Post 3747 - Two Days Later

Early Sunday morning, if you must know.

So, before I went to work on Friday I found a couple bags of the IAMS cat food that Newbie likes, at the Windsor Street Sobeys. In return, Friday evening, Newbie made momentary eye contact with me, acknowledging me.

Friday night, both Patricia and I went to bed pretty much as soon as we got home. Not sure what hit us, other than exhaustion.

Saturday morning, we eventually got up. We drove to the Valley for a day trip. I had to pay the man who mows the lawn down there. We ran some other errands and returned late this evening. Newbie was waiting for us, tapping his right front paw on the floor and looking at his little watch, the one he saved up for by capturing mice in the neighborhood a couple of years ago. He is enterprising. Give him that much.

We have spent the last few hours decompressing from our Valley adventures. Sunday beckons. We have much to do around the house, but there is that whole "day of rest" thing that often conspires against us. We will have to see.

I am turning in.

See you tomorrow.


Thursday, July 12, 2018

Post 3746 - Zzzzz

Much better.

Sorry I didn't write last night. My body shut down pretty early.

Tonight, Patricia attended a free lecture at the Tantallon library. Something about fermentation. When I told her she could just leave some vegetables out on the counter and walk away from them for two weeks, she didn't like that too much and invited me to stay home. So,I did.

I proceeded to wash the dishes, but exhaustion creeped over me so I decided to rest for "ten minutes". Next thing I knew, it was getting dark, and Patricia was calling. The thing was over, and she was at Sobeys, wondering what cat food to buy Newbie, because the usual stuff cannot be found anywhere. Maybe they don't make it any more.

Cats are not like people. We hate to eat the same thing, day in and day out. Cats do. Any change in their eating habits is stressful to them. Changing to another kind of litter is problematic. The water must be a certain temperature. I could go on, but you get my point. We sincerely hope that this certain brand of IAMS food is available, or we are in big trouble.

IAMS. Senior cat. Green bag. If you see it, let me know.

Thank you.

Newbie, sweetie? I wrote them like I promised you I would. Now, put Patricia down, okay, buddy?

(See you tomorrow. I hope)


Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Post 3745 - Tuesday Night Tuppence

So, how are you this evening?

Long day at work. After work, I went to the Superstore across the street and got some groceries while Patricia was enroute on the bus. I paid for most of the food while Patricia got some more stuff.

After we got home I ate the other half of a really expensive burrito we got at the Halifax Shopping Center last night. After I got the new strap for my father's watch (or, is it my watch now?), we ate something in the food court before we went to the Body Shop, where I got some shaving products.

The burrito last night was so big that I could barely eat half of it. A day later, I wonder why I bothered. Stuffed, nearly suffused, with a bland rice, the 12 dollar behemoth filled me up, but I will not be rushing back there. Is there a place in Halifax that sells good burritos?

I spent some time this evening trying to figure out what article to write about for my next cold case series in Frank. I have it narrowed down to two. Hard to say which one will win out. I have a bunch of cases that are in various states of production. Some of them, I started working on more than a year ago. Some of them, I will still be working on, a year from now.

Tomorrow is beckoning to me like an old girlfriend, one that was a bad breakup. I should probably turn in so I can prepare for it.

See you tomorrow.


Monday, July 9, 2018

Post 3744 - Is it? Or Isn't It?

After my father died in 2010, my sisters and my mother, and I think even Patricia, all told me that they wanted me to have his watch. I accepted it with some humility. I already had a watch. Why need another?

That summer, the battery gave out on the first watch, so I put on Dad's, and have barely taken it off since.

Over the years I have had to change the battery a few times, which is no big deal. But in 2012, or maybe 2013, the watch stopped working. I thought it might be the battery, but it wasn't. The mechanism, the inner workings, had broken. It would cost me... $75 or so to fix it. I agreed. It was my father's watch, dammit, and I would not let it end up in a drawer to languish.

Last week, during my vacation, the strap on my wrist watch broke. Nothing bad happened, other than the strap being broken.

So, tonight, after work, we went to the Halifax Shopping Centre to the Halifax Watch Company, and presented my watch, telling the young woman therein (named Pam) that I needed a new strap, and likely new pins to hold the strap in place. She had a strap that looked nearly identical to the broken one, and could supply stronger, thicker pins to hold the strap in place. She checked the battery for me and noted that it was nearly depleted. I told her to put a new battery in there.

Total cost was over $30.

This got me to thinking.

Is this still my father's watch? The only original piece to the watch would be the face of it, I guess. Maybe the back plate. But everything else -- the strap, the pins, the battery, the innards -- is new, or newly-replaced.

Should I still be so slavishly devoted to keeping this watch, which is sort of a new watch now? Would my dad regard it as his own if he were still alive and asked to see it?

I don't know. I don't know if this is my dad's watch any more. It is still a great watch. A Bulova that someone must have given Dad at some point because there is no way he would have spent the few hundred dollars to buy the thing. He would have been more of a Timex guy.

What are your thoughts on this? Am I still wearing my dad's watch, or not?

See you tomorrow.


Sunday, July 8, 2018

Post 3743 - Did You Miss Me?

It is late on Sunday night at Casa Bevboy. I have had a busy few days.

On Thursday evening, we drove to the cottage, to open the place up for 2018. Yeah. I know. July, and we're opening the place up. Sue us.

We were worried the lawn would be a sight. And it was. But we had seen worse. Friday morning, after breakfast in the town of Pictou, we returned to the cottage and put a battery in the lawn tractor, made sure there was gas in the tank, and were delighted to see the lawn tractor start right up. Patricia mowed the lawn for the first hour. At 10:30, I took over. Other than a quick lunch break at noon, I was out there until the full job was done. I finished around 1:45. Put the lawn tractor away and returned to the cottage. Fifteen minutes later, it rained. Perfect timing!!

Friday night we stayed in and watched a couple movies on the media player we keep up there. Nice having that and a flatscreen tv, to boot.

Saturday morning we went to Tatamagouche to get some breakfast and to check out the farmer's market. We returned to the city mid-afternoon, with victuals from the farmers market and some rhubarb from the cottage. Relaxed last night.

This morning I drove to Jordan Bonaparte's mother's place to record a couple editions of the Nighttime Podcast with him. They are about a couple of vintage unsolved murders. Look for those podcasts to be published in the coming weeks. We will schedule some more recording sessions in a month or two. These casts are popular with his listeners. I have got some good feedback from them, too.

This afternoon we watched some episodes of Poldark on Plex. Patricia hulled the strawberries we got yesterday in Pictou County, and cubed the rhubarb, too. Most of that stuff is resting comfortably in the freezer, with some in the fridge for our consumption.

I also spent some time this evening trying to remember how to do port forwarding on my router. They don't make it easy to do that stuff. I have forwarded ports a couple of times in my life. These people just assume that everybody does that crap, all the time, so I had several false starts before I got it working. I remembered the words of a co-worker. "Just hit it until it works". That's what I did, and eventually, it worked.

We return to work in the morning. These week-long breaks are nice, but they always taste like more. Not sure when I will get some more time off. Soon, I hope.

I think I will turn in. 5:30 comes very early.

See you tomorrow.


Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Post 3742 - How Hot Is It?

It is so hot that..

A. I heard on the news tonight that strawberries are going unpicked in the fields, for lack of labourers. The strawberries are literally cooking in the heat.

B. A police officer was chasing a bad guy in Halifax today. They were both walking.

C. I am stripped down to my skivvies, and I am not ashamed of my body, even though I should be.

D. I only left the house today to roll down the windows in the car, and to get the mail. It was like walking into a blast furnace.

E. We watched tv in the recroom this evening, hoping it would be cooler. It was, if only barely.

F. Newbie looks like he wants to die. He is on the floor of my home office. The tile, I hope, is keeping him a bit cool. Probably isn't.

What are you "It is so hot" lines?

See you tomorrow.


Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Post 3741 - One Vacation Day Down...

It is late Tuesday night. Technically Wednesday morning.

I slept in this morning. After lunch, I started chipping away at my latest Frank true crime piece. The story grew in the telling, as they say. I worked on it this afternoon and after a couple episodes of "Poldark", I put the finishing touches on it and submitted to my editor.

People have asked me how I know when a story is done...

Wait. No, they don't.

But... I just want to write about when I know an article is done so I can send it to my editor.

Oh. Okay. Carry on, then.

Thank you.

Where was I?

I could probably spend even more time than I presently do, writing these articles. Re-writing this. Noodling around with that. I do plenty of that, anyway. But there comes a time when you have to trust your instincts and realize that you have to send it off to a higher power, your editor, and let him see if he agrees with your writing choices. You can delay the inevitable, but not stop it from coming.

In the morning, I will start following up on a couple more leads for another upcoming article. My editor gave me a tip a few weeks ago and while I tried to follow up, it didn't pan out. Will try again.

I think I will turn in.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.


Sunday, July 1, 2018

Post 3740 - Sunday Night Shenanigans


It is late on Sunday night.

Friday I went to bed early. My body shut down and that was that.

Saturday we got up 8-8:30 or so. We left the house an hour or so later and drove to the Valley for the day. Well, after we had breakfast at Cora's in Clayton Park, that is.

We wanted to check out Kingsport Gala days, but we stopped off in Wolfville first to check out the farmer's market. I got some more Alpine beer, which is five dollars off if you buy two 12 packs of the best beer ever made by humans. End of commercial.

We got to Kingsport. Learned there would be no parade. The yard sales were winding down, but I got Patricia a copy of a Donna Morrissey book. I got a Brita water pitcher for two bucks. Eventually got a new-to-me laser printer/scanner/fax machine for ten dollars, which I don't know if it even works yet.

By mid-afternoon we were getting peckish. We drove over to Scots Bay to check out the restaurant over there, only to learn that it had not opened this year, and the building was for sale. We drove around looking for Ami McKay's house. You know Ami McKay? Author of the Virgin Cure, the Witches of New York, and The Birth House? Her? We were driving up the road where I had heard she lived when we drove past a couple walking their dog. The woman was... Ami McKay!!

We chatted for ten minutes or so, us remaining in the car. I re-introduced myself (we had met before), and she remembered me. Said that she liked my cold case series in Frank Magazine and had nice things to say about my work there, which was very nice of her to say. We drove up the road and got turned around in her driveway, before driving past them again. As we did, I said, "I know where you live!!", and we all laughed. Well, we did.

We continued on our way, returning to the Look Off (we had to pass it to get to Scotts Bay; the cops were doing a roadside check on our way in, but had left by the time we returned), and then up the road where the Ross Creek Centre for the Arts is. It is down a long dirt road, and we didn't feel like finding it, so we returned to the paved road and drove over to Hall's Harbour to the lobster pound.

We found it, but the place was busy. Had to park across from the place and walk back. We were starving. The ordering method is... weird. You go in to the gift shop and regard the menu before walking over to the cash register and telling whoever is there what you want to order. We both wanted lobster, dammit. We told her the size and paid in advance. Someone gave us a plastic container which had our live lobsters in it, along with a receipt and a slip of paper and a metal thingy that held a number on it; ours was 46. We were to carry the lobsters over to the cookhouse next door and give the guy the slip of paper. The man told us that our lobsters would be ready in 30 minutes. We went to the place where you eat to wait for our food. The place was nearly full of "reserved" tables, so we were lucky to get a place to sit at all. We were by the door, which was a bit annoying.

We ordered some onion rings to start, which added to the already-huge bill. They were good. I consumed the cranberry juice I had ordered before the lobster arrived.

Our food arrived. Here is mine:

Yeah, this is what $56 will buy you on a Saturday night at the Hall's Harbour Lobster pound. An "extra large" lobster.

Patricia said I went "all Henry III" on my food, and I suppose I did. This is an extremely rare treat for us. Lobster is a very, very exclusive meal. No longer is it poor man's food. It is perceived as such a delicacy and a luxury item that one has to eat every damn bit of it that one can.

I enjoyed the living heck out of my lobster. I attacked it with a gusto that must have made me look like a Neanderthal man trying to impress a Cro-Magnon woman. I ripped and plucked and sucked and dug and pulled, every bit of lobster meat I could find in that sucker. Somewhere, Henry III was looking down on me, nodding with approval.

The Caesar salad, on the other hand, was disappointing. Drenched in some kind of white substance that was far too strong for my tastes. The croutons were from a bag. The lettuce was limp and listless. I did not like it at all and did not finish it.

Patricia enjoyed her lobster, as well, but she passed the body of the lobster to me as that is not her fave. She also doesn't like the tail, so I got those spoils, too.

We eventually finished. I paid for the onion rings, and we left. We went to Kentville to get a few groceries. Returned to the house where I napped for a couple of hours. Got up around 10:45, loaded up the Soul, and we drove back to the city, arriving around 12:15. Patricia went to bed and I put the victuals away before coming downstairs here for a while. I was not tired. At first.

We both slept until noon. I got up, realized I had a headache, took one of my pills, and returned to bed. I didn't really get up for the day until nearly 4pm. I grilled some burgers on the barbecue and we ate them along with some tomato slices. 

After dinner I cleaned out the barbecue, which had more than a little bit of charred food in it, and grease. Pretty gross, actually. The grills were and still are soaking in the sink, along with the drip tray.

So, another Canada Day is behind us. We don't have much to show for it, other than a level of humidity such that sweat is running out of every poor in our bodies.

We are on vacation this week. We need to get to the cottage to mow the lawn there as we haven't been there yet in 2018. The lawn must be at a mark where the trespassers who feel they have a right to wander over the property are severely inconvenienced. Shame on us.

I think I will turn in. Try to get back to a regular sleep pattern.

See you tomorrow. Or, later on today, depending on how you look at it.


Thursday, June 28, 2018

Post 3739 - One More Day To Go!

What a long week.

Just one more day to a long weekend. And, assuming it is approved by my manager, I will have all of next week off. That is... uh, um, 11 days off work.

We are both so tired. I fell asleep on the couch Monday night. I have managed to sustain myself since then, but that doesn't mean I don't need a break.

After work tonight, we went to dinner at Salvatore's Pizza on Young Street, in the Hydrostone area. As usual, it was excellent. Turns out that a man from my work sat down close to us. I introduced him to Patricia. He introduced both of us to his lovely wife.

We got home. Saw that the neighbour to whom I sold my spare lawnmower was mowing my side of the lawn. He is a gentleman. He was really grateful to get the lawnmower. I was just happy not to be stuck with it, or to have to throw it out or something. Very happy to see it and the whipper snipper thingy go to someone who can use them.

The Friday before a long weekend is a funny day at work. It is always fun to see how many people stretch the long weekend to its breaking point, taking that day off, too. I suspect that traffic will be very light, and that there will not be a long queue to get into the men's room.

I'm gonna turn in.

See you tomorrow.


Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Post 3738 - Hello

It is getting late, yet again.

You remember that episode of The Big Bang Theory where the boy are going out, but Sheldon stays home, saying that he has to update the OS on his laptop? The laughtrack came on. People in Des Moines, Iowa, were laughing, not knowing what that silly Sheldon was talking about.

Guess what I did this evening?


I updated the OS on a very old laptop.

I installed lubuntu on it this evening. Went well, but then I installed dropbox on it. It would take a long time to sync everything. The laptop fan was running overtime, overheating like crazy. I decided to shut down the machine for the evening.

Why do I bother? I have other computers in this house, including this desktop I bought in 2009, but which still runs like a stop, thanks to the installation of a solid state drive last year. But there is something about these older machines that makes me want to keep them going until they just won't go any further. It is a weird disease.

So, Dustjacket Books in Maritime Centre is moving in the coming days. To get the books they don't want to lug to their new location, across the street, they are having a "stuff a bag" sale. As many books as will fit in a standard grocery bag cost ten dollars. I think they could have stuffed a few more books in one bag, so they charged me $30, but I got some great bargains. Lots of vintage mysteries from the 1960's and 1970's, featuring writers I knew of but whose work I did not own. I had no idea John Creasey had produced so much work, but a quick look on Wikipedia tells me that he produce some 600 novels during his life, and wrote under something like 28 pseudonyms. I probably got a dozen or more today, so a tiny smattering of his output. I know that Creasey wrote a bunch of short stories under J.J. Marric, so I wonder what his total output truly was. I also wonder if anybody will ever know...

Maritime Centre is going through a major, fundamental renovation. The foodcourt, reduced to two entries in recent months as three other eateries closed, is itself closing this week. After DJ is gone, and more on that later, they will renovate that whole section, eventually extending the parking to that level. I will miss that foodcourt. Nick's Place was a terrific place to get breakfast or lunch. But it closed last year, when the new owners couldn't or wouldn't make a go of it.

The food court will, in a year or so, re-open one level up. Star*Bucks is moving in. McDonald's. Other places. It will face Barrington Street so people walking by will actually see it and realize there are eateries there, as opposed to people having no idea there were places to eat.

The two remaining entries in the foodcourt, a Chinese place and a place that sells sushi, will perhaps have no place to sit once this game of musical chairs is over.

DJ Books is moving across the street to the building that houses the Historic Farmer's Market. I was told it is moving next to the Chinese restaurant in there, which you don't know about because you don't go there. The staff person tells me that the place will be a bit bigger. They will be open nights and weekends. They have grand plans for the new store, which will include having authors drop by, and other special events they will reveal.

DJ Books was... an eclectic store. Not quite as precarious as Doull's bookstore was when it was downtown, but along those lines. If the books they are selling dirt cheap help them deal with the overage in books they have, perhaps the new joint will look less messy and more welcoming. I wish them well.

I love used bookstores. Not nearly as many as there used to be, though.

Guess I will turn in. Lots to do tomorrow.

See you then.