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.


Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Post 3737 - Yawn!

What a night.

After work we went to the Halifax Shopping Centre to visit The Body Shop. I had run out of the stuff I rub on my face after I shave, and it has looked increasingly weathered and dry lately because of it. Got two things of this "razor relief" stuff, plus a thing of facial moisturizer. After a long shower and shave tonight, I applied the products, and I feel so much better as a result.

I sold my neighbours the lawn mower and whipper snipper and the associated power cord, that were down in the Valley for the last few years. I have found a man to mow the lawn down there, so there is no need to keep them any more. They had no lawn mower, so I made a deal with them. They're happy. I'm happy. Everybody's happy.

There are other things I should get rid of down there. Will start compiling a list!

Very little else going on around these parts. How about you?

Long day today. An even longer one, tomorrow.

See you then.


Sunday, June 24, 2018

Post 3736 - Sunday Evening


Sorry I didn't write the last few days. Friday night, I turned in relatively early. Saturday I went (by myself) to the Valley to take care of some things down there. Really glad I went. I had a chance to clarify some issues with a couple of folks, issues that I think had to be clarified. It is amazing what a couple of beer can accomplish!

I also had time to take a long nap Saturday afternoon. I sleep well in the city, but there is something about the smell of chicken shit emanating from the henhouse across the street lovely country air that drifts me off to the land of nod. After that meeting i just mentioned, I returned to the house and went to bed.

This morning I received additional information that puzzled me regarding the situation I just mentioned. Patricia and I discussed it this afternoon. She asked me so many questions and brought up so many points that I fear that I became shirty with her. How many ways can I say "I don't know" without resorting to cussing? I nearly found out.

I bought a box of strawberries in Greenwich this afternoon, on the way back to the city. Word of advice: wait a couple of weeks before you buy local strawberries. I did not enjoy paying six dollars for a box of them. They will come down to four dollars before long.  Like that's cheap.

Uh, what else? An ancient laptop I got several years ago booted up this afternoon, but its specifications are so meager that it cannot run all the processes necessary to make it worthwhile. Dropbox does not synchronize on that machine any more. I may have to install Puppy Linux on it, which is an ignoble way for this computer to finish its useful life. Do they even update Puppy Linux any more? Maybe Lubuntu will be a better choice.

Back to work in the morning. Blessed be.

See you tomorrow.


Thursday, June 21, 2018

Post 3735 - Much Better!

Pushing ten pm.

I feel pretty good today. I finally wrestled that migraine to the ground. I took yet another headache pill around 8 this morning. The headache washed away within 30 minutes or so, replaced by the faint euphoric feeling characteristic of this medication.

I had a pretty good day at work, too. Well rested, and sans migraine, I didn't feel sick or tired or anything else. Had a nice pizza lunch as a woman in my building is selling pizza to raise funds so she can rappel outside of a perfectly nice building in the downtown.  And when I got home tonight, and after dinner and the news, I was able to come downstairs to my home office and produce my latest true crime piece for Frank. It took me about two and a half hours. My editor graciously let me finish the piece tonight, even though it is hard against the deadline for the issue that comes out next week. I hope he doesn't have to do many changes to the text and that it goes in to print with few changes, if only to save him some work.

It is another unsolved murder case, from the early 00's. I will tell you which one next week when the magazine comes out.

(Yes. I am a stinker for not telling you which case it is.)

The weekend will be here in mere hours. What will we do? Hard to say. So many things to do that have to be done that are not one bit of fun. We can put some of them off a bit, but only a bit. I think some of those things will be worked on this weekend. Sigh, and double sigh.

Gotta turn in. Need some seepy time.

See you tomorrow.


Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Post 3734 - Yawn!

Been fighting something all week. Got home from work before 5pm. Ate something. Decided to recline for 30 minutes or so, but ended up sleeping most of the night away.

I hope I am not coming down with what Patricia has had for the last two weeks. That is not a fun experience for her.

At any rate, Newbie has been all over me since I got home. He is literally at my feet at this moment, no doubt waiting for me to finish writing this blog post so I can go back to bed so he can follow me.

I am not sure where this week is going. It is already Wednesday night. It used to be that the weekends went by super quickly. Now, the work week is whizzing by, too.

So much else going on in my life. Ever wonder why I'm so exhausted at the end of a given weekend? You will find out soon, I promise.

Turning in. Long day tomorrow.


Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Post 3733 - Two Days Later...

So, I had either two migraines on Monday, or one really bad one. Even those magic pills didn't help. I took one very early on Monday morning, but the migraine just laughed at it and persevered.

Patricia was still not feeling well, so I took her to the local walk-in clinic, and then to Costco to get a prescription. After that, I drove her home and went to work, arriving around 11:30. Worked through lunch. The migraine, which had been at a dull ache, intensified throughout the day. By times, it was at a piercing level, nearly making me cry out. This never happens. Never.

I managed to drive home. Rested before dinner. Ate something. Returned some emails. And returned to sleepy time, not really getting up again until 5:30 Tuesday morning. The headache was finally gone.

Patricia returned to work today, but was sent home again this afternoon, so I left work for the day at 2, got a few victuals, and then drove her home. I have spent part of the evening working on my next Frank cold case article, and will finish it Wednesday evening. It will not be nearly as long as the one in the current issue, so  you can either be sad about it, or grateful. Your choice.

Patricia has gone to bed already. A little while ago I heard her coughing up a lung. What disease will I catch, next?

Let's find out.

See you tomorrow.


Sunday, June 17, 2018

Post 3732 - Sunday Night

Well, I wish I could say I did heck and all today. But I would be lying.

I slept in until 11:30. Got up and we ate something. By 2:30, I took a nap for a couple of hours. Made dinner. Showered. Put on my cleanest dirty shirt. And here we are.

We are heading into another work week. I am trying to figure out where these weekends go, and why they go by so quickly. In a week's time it will have been 36 years since I graduated high school. I have no idea where those years have gone, either. No idea, at all.

No. I didn't read any more of "Dead Skip" today. Hope to crack it open during my lunch hour tomorrow. I will tell you all about it when I am done.

Patricia is still not feeling well. Her husky, Kathleen-Turner voice is appealing to me, but it is not natural so she may end up going to the doctor in the next day or so.

I am going to turn in. See you tomorrow. Keep smiling.


Saturday, June 16, 2018

Post 3731 - Saturday Night Yakking

Sorry I didn't write last night. My body shut down earlier than I would have liked it to. But I am here now.

Patricia has been feeling poorly most of the week. She went to bed early, around 8:30, right after we found out what happened with Rooster on Netflix's "The Ranch". I will go to bed later, probably after I have watched something scary on tv which will keep me awake all night. Maybe there is a channel where I can watch my bank balance dwindle.

Newbie has been in a funny mood all day. He was by the back door, leading to the back landing, for several hours today. Then, this evening, he was in the hallway outside of the living room. When Patricia went to bed, he came upstairs with us for a few minutes. Now, I am not sure where he is.  Maybe the humidity is getting to him.

I haven't read any more of "Dead Skip" in the last two days, so I am not closer to finding out what happened to one of the main characters, whose life is hanging in the balance while another character is trying to find out whodunnit. I am enjoying the book so much that I think when I finish it that I will read one of the other four Joe Gores books I have laying around. A bibliographic blurb about him stated that, as of the 1970's, he had written in excess of 100 short stories. I know that I have read several of them, but the vast majority of them would be uncollected and I may never be able to find them all. What a drag.

What is happening on Sunday? Probably more of what happened on Saturday. I say, bring it on.

See you tomorrow.


Thursday, June 14, 2018

Post 3730 - The Weekend is Here!

Thursday night.

We are off on Friday. Patricia is still recovering from what ails her, so we will likely stay in town on Friday. Up in the air, what happens on Saturday and Sunday.

The book I started on Monday? "Dead Skip" by Joe Gores? Been reading it on my lunch hour this week. Page 64, which is about a third of the way through the novel. Gores was a respected crime writer in his day, but not that many years after his death, he is largely forgotten, and it's a damn shame. Really compelling plot and dialogue, and no wasted scenes. Not one of those bloated, 900 page novels where entire chapters go nowhere, and you wonder why you bother reading the thing.

What else is going on? My latest true crime piece in Frank is going over well. The source I tracked down got back to me and told me how much she liked the article, which is about two of her friends who were sex workers in Halifax, and how they were killed. One of those murders remains unsolved. Halifax's Stepping Stone was founded a couple of years later largely as a result of these two murders, and remains the only organization East of Montreal designed to help sex workers and those who have been trafficked into sex work.

Writing this article was extra hard. Finding the source willing to talk to me was gratifying, and is even more so because she appreciates the end result.

Even the police were helpful this time. I begged them to provide a picture of the victim, as none could be found anywhere else. They opened up their paper files, which had likely not been looked at in quite some time, found a photo they had not shared with the public either ever or for decades, and scanned it in and emailed it to me and my editor, just in time for publication in the current issue of Frank.

Very happy with how the article turned out. I hope you check out the issue of Frank that is currently on newsstands, and let me know what you think of it.

Imma turn in. Been a long day. Earned my beauty coma.

See you tomorrow.


Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Post 3729 - Yawn!

So, I got home at 4:53 this afternoon. At 4:57 my work called, and I worked until 8:30. Patricia made me a sandwich around 8:20 as I hadn't had time to eat anything.

That was my evening.

How was yours?

See you tomorrow.


Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Post 3728 - Two Days Later...


Sorry I didn't write last night. I had a migraine headache. I pretty much slept the night away once I got home.

Today, I had to leave work a bit early as Patricia was not feeling well. I will get to work on Wednesday morning extra early to make up the difference.

I cooked some chicken thighs on the barbecue, and we ate them like the carnivores we are.  Patricia had planned to make fajitas tonight but wasn't feeling well enough to prepare them, so it was chicken pieces instead.

I recorded a podcast with Jordan Bonaparte last month. He released it a few days ago, and it has gone... well, "viral" is too strong a word. But we are getting lots of feedback. It was based upon one of my Frank magazine articles.  You can listen to it right here.

I consider it to be one of the saddest articles I have done. As you will learn, he never got a break in life, and so it went in a direction that you might imagine. Unlike some podcasts that go on for hours, this one is only about 25 minutes, so you can listen to it on your way to work or something. Let me know what you think of it.

I'm going to turn in a bit early tonight. I have to get up a little earlier for the reason I specified above.

See you tomorrow.


Sunday, June 10, 2018

Post 3727 - Another Weekend In The History Books

It is Sunday night.

I didn't write yesterday because we were running the roads all day. We got home late, and I collapsed in a heap quite early.

Today I made breakfast and we watched some tv in the afternoon. We were gonna do hell and all today but by mid-afternoon, I had to take a nap. Go figure.

This is a four day work week for us. Friday will be my earned day off. Not sure what that spells for us, just yet.

I look forward to telling you guys about what we do on these weekends when we run the roads. Soon. Have patience.

Gotta go. See you tomorrow.


Friday, June 8, 2018

Post 3726 - Friday Night Shortcomings

I hope you all had a nice week. I am glad that the weekend is finally here. Of course, now that the weekend is here, the question is, what will we do, and will we have any fun at all?

I did finally finish reading a novel I began last year. It is called "Dirty White Boys". It is by Stephen Hunter, best known for writing the Bob Lee Swagger novels. One of those novels was the basis for a pretty crappy movie called "Shooter", which is now a tv series. At any rate, "Dirty White Boys" held by interest, which is to say when I read it, I couldn't put it down. But I don't read as much as I used to, and finding time to read is not always easy. I look forward to reading much more Hunter, and soon.

The next novel I will read is probably gonna be "Dead Skip" by Joe Gores. Came out in 1972. I got my copy at a fleamarket in New Minas on August 5, 2001, which was a Sunday. I have long enjoyed Gores' writing, a writer who's criminally underrated. I have read a number of his short stories in Elllery Queen's Mystery Magazine, but have never read one of his novels. It is less than 200 pages, so I should be able to read it in short order. I am getting tired of authors producing 1000 page novels and expecting average folks to up and read them.

I have a few more novels by Gores and likely quite a few of his short stories in my collection here at Casa Bevboy.

Saturday morning beckons, as much as I don't want it to. I think I will turn in.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.


Thursday, June 7, 2018

Post 3725 - Hello Again!

Hello again, my friends. I have missed you.

Tuesday night my body shut down around 8:30. Wednesday night I spent several hours working on my next Frank true crime piece. I worked on it some more this evening, interviewing a source and summarizing some of her content in a sidebar piece. You will see it next week. I am really pleased with how it turned out, actually. A true mesh of writer and editor, working together to produce good work.

Patricia went to an aerobics place after work, where I met up with her. She was trying to get some shoes for her orthotics, and a sports bra, too. The female sales rep was talking about her own bust size, and I felt uncomfy, so I sat down on a nearby bench until they were done.

We got home, and I showered and got cleaned up so I could work on this article and this blog post.

The weekend is nearly here. We are formulating our plans for it. It will be nothing special. The weekends are becoming more work than the week days are. Getting tiresome, to be honest.

You guys have a good evening. Talk at you tomorrow.


Monday, June 4, 2018

Post 3724 - Monday Night Goings On

How was your day?

I was fairly busy at work all day, which makes the day go by faster, which is only a good thing. I had packed for my lunch quite a bit of food, but only ended up nuking about half of it, which was plenty. I am definitely still off my feed.

After work, we went to Costco to get a few things. When we got home, I made my patent-pending pan-friend haddock. I ate perhaps one third of what i normally consume, and was quite full. Patricia ate a decent helping. There are plenty of left overs for another night, and maybe even more for a third night.

This evening I spoke with a woman who was friends with a murder victim. It will be the basis for an upcoming true crime piece in Frank. I will not soon forget the things she told me over the last two nights. I will be incorporating some of it in my next article. Look for it.

How bored was I afterward? I watched the first period of the hockey game tonight. Three nothing for the Caps after one period. Is there any point in watching the rest of the game? I don't think so.

Imma turning in.

See you tomorrow.


Sunday, June 3, 2018

Post 3723 - Another Weekend Gone

Where did the time go?

I didn't get up until noon. We ate something and spent the afternoon watching episodes of "Suits". I was on the couch, sort of laying down, with Newbie at my feet (he still is, actually, here in my home office).

Patricia prepared dinner and I ate about one third of what I would normally consume. It wasn't because I didn't like it. I am just woefully off my feed the last week or so.

Tonight, I showered and shaved. I am washing some clothes to wear during the week. And I get up in less than eight hours to go off to work for another record-breaking week.

I think someone needs a long vacation.

I think I will turn in. These ten hour days are grueling.

See you tomorrow.


Saturday, June 2, 2018

Post 3722 - Saturday Night Stuff

Welcome back, my friends.

I wish I could say I did a lot today, but I would be lying. I slept in until like 10:30 or so. Made some breakfast for us. By noon, I was resting on the couch, and by 1:30 or so, I went upstairs to take a "short" nap, that lasted for three hours. What the hell is wrong with me?

Tonight I barbecued some sausages, and we watched a few episodes of "Suits" before deciding to watch "The Legend of Tarzan" on Netflix. It was excellent. What a shame it was a box office disappointment.

Because of all the sleep I got, we didn't go to any of the Open Halifax events today. Perhaps we will check out a few on Sunday. But more than likely we will just stay in and do some house cleaning. Oh, joy. Oh, bliss.

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

See you tomorrow.


Friday, June 1, 2018

Post 3721 - Friday Night Ramblings

Hello again.

I almost feel as if the blog is starting afresh, somehow. I have been writing it for more than 10 years now, but this latest break was one I thought I wouldn't come back from.

Anyway, while it is just June 1st, it feels very much like Summer in Halifax. The temperatures were close to 30 degrees today. I didn't have the windows down in the Soul, so it was freakishly hot in there when I hopped in at 4:30. We had decided to have a barbecue for dinner, and nothing was thawed out, so I went to the Superstore across from my work and got some hamburger and some sausages and buns. After we got home, I cooked a full package of the ground beef.

The secret to grilling good hamburgers is to go cheap. If you purchase extra lean ground beef, then you will end up with a disappointing result. The burgers will be dry and flavorless, because there is no fat, and that is where the flavor is. If you buy regular ground beef, which was on sale at Superstore this week, more of the the fat inherit in that meat will drip off in the cooking process, still leaving a much-better tasting patty, because there is still some fat left. And it is two bucks a pound this week at Superstore, so get out there and buy some ground beef already.

We spent some time tonight watching Netflix, but the heat was getting to us. This is going to be a long, dry summer, one where we get on each other's nerves. Can we just switch over to mid-September, right now, please? Thank you very much.

I am not sure what is on tap for the weekend. There is the curb-side giveaway this weekend, where you give away stuff you don't want, drive around to other parts of the community and pick up stuff that others don't want, so you end up with a net increase of stuff in your house when it is all over. I still have an "old-fashioned" cd/DVD holder, about 4 feet tall, that you spin around and insert your discs into the slots built into it. Got it at one of those curb-side things back in... 2014, I think it was. Saw it and lugged it to the car, depositing it in the recroom with every intention of using it. But I never have. Maybe I should re-gift it this weekend.

There is also "Open Halifax" this weekend, where offices and sites usually kept closed to the public, and are open. We have never been.

Not sure what we will do, yet. We may do nothing.

Tell you what. I will make a deal with you. Why don't I tell you what we did tomorrow, tomorrow night?

See you then!


Thursday, May 31, 2018

Post 3720 - Where Have You Been?

Well, hello there, handsome.

I must tell you that I deeply regret not having written much lately. I have not been feeling well. Many a night, it was all I could do to get home, throw some food down my throat, and fall asleep in front of the television. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

I am on some new medication which causes some tiredness, but I did not reckon with this much.

I am also dealing with some issues in my private life, which I remain unable to share with you here, yet. One issue in particular has been very time consuming, taking up hours and hours of my waking life outside of work, causing some of the tiredness I mentioned in the second paragraph.

But, this evening, we said the heck with it all. We had a nice dinner at the sushi place on Queen Street, before we went kitty corner to the library, to see the Anna Mae Pictou-Aquash documentary about her life and 1976 murder. We both learned a lot about what happened to her, but were disappointed to learn that the film came out in 2002. In the intervening years there have been several developments in the case to move the file forward, but there has been no follow up documentary film about those developments. The National Film Board has not deigned to fund this project, which is deeply disappointing. I would almost suggest that the filmmaker approach Netflix, because they seem to fund all kinds of things.

Anyway, after the film was over, there was a question and answer, where we learned more. The library was about to close, so we meandered our way up Spring Garden Road, where we ran into an old friend, long retired from our work, and chatted with him for ten minutes or so. We found our way to the car, and drove home.

It was a lovely evening. We don't have enough of them. We will take advantage of more of these free evenings at the library, and other places, and soon.

I have missed writing these blog posts so much. I have missed you. And I have a steady resolve to improve my output, staring in June, which is just a few hours from now.

I big you all a wonderful evening, and I will talk to you soon.


Friday, May 25, 2018

Post 3719 - Friday Night Musings

Hello, my lovelies.

I don't know what hit me Thursday. I got home from work and didn't eat any dinner. By 6:30, I went upstairs, "for a few minutes", to take a nap. I was down for the night.

Slept in this morning. Got up for a bit and returned to bed, not getting up until 10:30. I showered and cooked steak and eggs for us both. But by 1:30, I was dozing off again, so I napped until nearly 4:30.

Not sure what is wrong with me. A malaise. Laziness. I will have to figure it out.

Part of it may have to do with the abrupt cancellation of "Inner Space" on the Space Channel. It was on Wednesday night. Thursday morning, all three hosts: Ajay Fry, Morgan Hoffman, and Teddy Wilson, along with producers and so on, were marched into a meeting with HR and told their services were no longer required. Bell Media also cancelled Daily Planet over on the Discovery Channel. Two quality programs gone, just like that, with no farewell episodes to say goodbye to fans with.

This news is devastating to genre fans. "Inner Space" was the only Canadian outlet for fans of SF, comics, manga, horror, video games, and related content. It was must see viewing in my house. I even got Patricia into watching it with me several years ago. We are both really gonna miss the show. We are both disgusted with Bell Media over this decision.

It always comes down to money, doesn't it?

Tomorrow we plan a day trip, which I will tell you about tomorrow night. It means we have to get up early, so I think I will turn in. I may be able to find a few more hours of sleep within me.

See you tomorrow.


Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Post 3718 - Sigh

Sooooo much stuff going on in my life. Looking forward to telling you about it.



Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Post 3717 - Yes!


I'm still alive.

I am terribly sorry I haven't written in the last couple of days. Sunday night, I turned in early. I am not sure why, to be honest with you. I got up relatively early on Sunday, and took a nap in the afternoon. Because naps and Sunday afternoons go together so very well.

Early Monday morning we drove to the Valley. It being the latter part of May, I knew the lawn would need to be mowed, and was I ever right! The little push mower, electric powered, that I got a few years ago from a guy on Kijiji, was barely able to handle the lawn. If the lawn were any larger, it would be overwhelmed. At any rate, with the lawn mower, it took me the better part of the morning. At one point, I stepped into a sink hole or something, and nearly broke my leg. That was fun! Remind me to fill in that hole, soon, will you?

After a few hours of fun at the house, we returned to the city, but not before grabbing a bite at Rosie's in Wolfville. It is one of our favourite pubs. We have never had a bad meal there. We got home around 6:15. After scratching Newbie behind the ears, we pretty much turned in for the evening.

Tonight, I drove home by myself because Patricia is out with the girls. They are seeing "Mamma Mia!" at Neptune Theatre. She texted me during the intermission, reporting that the singing was great, but otherwise the play was kinda ho-hum. Which is about the worst thing you can say about something that is supposed to be entertaining, when you think about it. I mean, if a movie or a play or a book, or a whatever, is boring, it has utterly failed in its goal, hasn't it? You can quibble about aspects of the thing you're supposed to be entertained by; but if at the end of the day, you're bored, then the thing failed you. So, it appears that "Mamma Mia!" at Neptune Theatre, has failed Patricia.

I have spent the last couple hours down here in my home office, working on the next missing persons case article for Frank. I have produced a rough draft, which I will work on some more on Wednesday evening.

I have agreed to pick up Patricia when the show is over. Another late night for us both.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies. I miss you all.


Saturday, May 19, 2018

Post 3716 - Sorry

Hi. Sorry I haven't written much lately. It has been all I could do just to make it through the work day, falling asleep in front of Netflix more than a little bit.

I hope to improve in this area, my writing schedule, soon. I just though I'd let you know I'm still alive and out there. But my eyes are heavy and gritty, and I must sleep.

See you as soon as possible.

Miss you all.


Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Post 3715 - A Blog Post, Two Days In A Row?

I know. I just can't believe it.

I wrote a blog post last night. And, tonight, I am writing another one.

Holy mackerel.

Tonight I got home a bit late. Patricia tells me that Newbie was all over her, until I got home, at which point, he ignored her and pounced on me. The little guy likes his humans.

I brought home a couple slices of pizza this evening. They were from a joint in town that we really used to like a lot. But, lately, it has been like ingesting a salt lick. The pizza was so laced with sodium that my arteries are threatening to go on strike. Where can a fella grab a decent slice of pizza in the Halifax area, anyway?

Tomorrow is Thursday, already. I don't know where the week has gone, but there are only two days left in it before we are off for three days. We are firming up our plans already.

It has been a very long day, and I need some sleep before I can face tomorrow, so I will bid you adieu for the nonce.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.


Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Post 3714 - Two Days Later...

Well, darn.

Sorry about that.

I had every intention to write a post last evening, but my body shut down around 8:30. I thought I might wake up in time to write something, but that just didn't happen. When I went to bed, I was down for the count.

Not sure what is hitting us. A case of the blah's. Something we ate. Too much hard work (hah!!). But staying up until even 10pm lately is a challenge. It is now 10:16, and I know I have to hit the hay soon in order to be functional in the morning. Am I getting old? Is that it?


Say, Sobeys has a free shopping bag replacement program. When I bought the used 19" monitor from a guy a few weeks ago, he placed it in a heavy plastic Sobey's shopping bag. It had a big rip in it. We were about to throw it out when we learned that Sobeys replaces such bags for free. We had to go there this evening, to the one one Windsor Street, and they cheerfully replaced the one I got for free, with another one, also gratis. It would have cost us 99 cents to buy it, so there you go. When this one eventually breaks (like, a week from Tuesday), they will replace it again, for free. Just thought you would like to know. You're welcome.

We have two three day weekends coming up. So excited!

I think I will turn in.

And I will try to write something tomorrow night, which will make two nights in a row here. We will have to have a party or something.

See you tomorrow.


Sunday, May 13, 2018

Post 3713 - Did You Miss Me?

Well, hello there, people!

I have been dealing with some stuff lately. Not feeling well. Logy. Et cetera. Many a night, I would go to bed very early. An example was Friday night, when I turned in early, but was up early, too. I was on call for work and had to hang around the phone all day. At the same time I was cleaning out the car so Patricia could take old bills and things to the Halifax Shopping Centre where they had a free shredder you could throw such things into. We got rid of two boxes' worth. Lastly, I had to get up early yesterday because I was getting one of those smart water meters installed in the house. I had three reasons to get up early yesterday.

We both turned in early last night.

Today we just lazed around the house. Patricia watched the first episodes of "Genius", about Pablo Picasso. I napped. Cooked salmon on the barbecue. Watched some tv. And decided I should write a blog post to say hello.

I am going to do my best to get this blog back on a regular schedule. I know all 4.7 of you like to know what is going on in my world. Most of the time, the answer is, not very much, as you well know by reading this crap.

Today is Mother's Day. It made me think of my mother, who died in January of 2015. I think of her a lot, maybe too much. She checked out very suddenly as the result of a form of influenza that swept through her nursing home, killing the woman in the very next room to hers, actually. I think of Mom, and I feel sad; but I think of the disrespect accorded to her by people who should have been close to her, and I become angry, so I try not to think about that too much.

My friend A.J. Thomas exhorted the parishioners at the church he runs, and his followers on Twitter, not to assume that Mother's Day is a happy day for everyone. Bless his little heart, because it no longer is for me. I am happy for those who have mothers, and those who are mothers; but we didn't want to go anywhere today because of the palpable reminders of what I have lost in recent years, and what effects they would have on my mental outlook. I will probably feel the same way next month when Father's Day rolls around. There is too much sadness about these two days for me  to enjoy them, even appreciate them, on any real level. Whether this is a function of my advancing years, or signs of a funk I may be in, I am not sure.

Tomorrow morning beckons. Another work week awaits me. I think I will go and take on the day.

See you tomorrow.


Monday, May 7, 2018

Post 3712 - Monday Monday

I will be having an early night tonight. I am showered and shaven and ready to hit the hay.

Newbie has been all over me again this evening. I am not sure if he is depressed or if he thinks I am and is trying to console me. Hard to say.

Patricia has already conked out for the evening. She fell asleep during "Inner Space".

I think I will go join her.

See you tomorrow.


Sunday, May 6, 2018

Post 3711 - Casting Pods

I am back home from Jordan Bonaparte's place.

We recorded two upcoming episodes of The Nighttime Podcast. They are discussions of two cases I have written about for Frank. I think they turned out fine, and more importantly, so does Jordan. I look forward to their release so you can let me know what you thought of them.

After we work out a few kinks, of my own mostly, we hope to record three or even four such podcasts in one sitting, to maximize our time.

I'm pretty excited about this. It is extra advertising for my work in Frank, Frank itself, and keeps these stories alive in another medium. And those of you who have complained that my writing is behind a paywall will rejoice in the knowledge that the podcasts can be listened to for free, and can be part of a shared experience where you listen to one of my appearances and then discuss our findings with each other. This is all good. It is a win-win-win situation for everyone.

Other than that, my day was average. Slept in. Patricia had a wood working thing all afternoon, so I took that time to do some cleaning up around here and make us a nice steak dinner on the barbecue. The angus beef was really really good, but we have probably both consumed too much beef lately. After we plow through the hamburger in the fridge, we will take a break from it. Maybe we will start barbecuing asparagus or something. Yeah. Asparagus.

It is back to the grindstone on the morrow. Weekends go by too quickly, as I have noted here far too many times.

See you tomorrow.


Saturday, May 5, 2018

Post 3710 - Saturday Night Musings

Hello, handsome.

Today was a fairly pleasant day, punctuated by plenty of sleep. Late this morning we went to the semi-annual book sale at the Halifax Forum. It is to raise funds for some music program. Books are quite inexpensive. I got a couple Michael Connelly Harry Bosch novels. I have about two dozen Connelly books now. I really must read one, sometime.

Also got a Stephen Kimber book about life in Halifax during World War II. I already had it, but this one was in paperback and only a dollar. I could not resist. Also got a book called "Bully Pulpit", about Theodore Roosevelt and Howard Taft" and their relationship.

People misunderstand the term bully pulpit, but it was not at all a bad thing one hundred years ago to have one. Today's perception of the term just speaks to how the language has changed, and continues to change.

I got six pretty good books for less than twenty dollars.

From there we went to a craft store on Hunter Street. We taste tested kimchi. It was more edible than the vile crap Patricia bought in Wolfville recently, so she got it. She also bought me a sampler of ten different razor blades to use in my razor. As you may recall, I only use safety razors now. No more Mach 3 or anything like that. I get perfectly excellent shaves from safety razors. This sampler pack will have subtly different blades in it I can use to decide which I should buy on a go forward basis. The vendor also sold razors to house these blades. I was tempted to get one, as the one I got is a Lord razor I got on Amazon for about 13 dollars. Similar to the one my father had when I was growing up, and which I wish I still had.

Then we went to the local Sobeys and got a few things. We returned home in time to meet our new neighbours. The place next door was on the market for maybe two weeks. Just a few days ago the previous owner, who had used it as rental property for a long time, told me that place had been inspected and the new owners would be moving in "soon". I took "soon" to mean a few weeks. This was a really, really quick sale experience for everyone.

The place next to them was also sold recently. The present owners will be moving "soon" to who knows where. They're the ones who gave me my first computer desk, which I still have here in this home office/library.

Anyway, after I put the food away, I ended up taking a two and a half hour nap. I was beat for some reason. Got up in time to barbecue some dinner. The barbecue's starter is working just fine today. Tonight we watched the rest of "Kill Bill part two" and some other stuff on Netflix. We started to watch "iZombie" until we both realized we did not care about the show any more. We erased the recording and canceled future recordings. We will not miss the show. Will likely do the same thing with "Lucifer" in the near future.

Tomorrow, Patricia has a thing downtown. I will hang back, ostensibly to do some work around the house, but more than likely take a nap. Hell's wrong with me, anyway?

You guys take care of each other. See you tomorrow.


Friday, May 4, 2018

Post 3709 - Friday Night

Hi again, you silly people.

My body shut down pretty early Thursday night, so no blog post. Not that you noticed or anything.

It was a busy day at work. After work, we drove to Dartmouth to go to Gateway Meat Market. Patricia got a lot of stuff and it came to less than sixty dollars. Not even Wal*Mart can compete with their prices.

I barbecued our dinner last night. Chicken breasts. I have noticed that the tank was running low, but since it worked fine I figured it would last a while longer.


Today, we were off. I tried to fire up the barbie around 11:15, but ti would not turn over at all. I could hear the hiss of gas being released into the barbecue, but nothing I did would make it start. The starter is often the first thing to go, but it had worked quite well Thursday night.

Unhappy, I disconnected the tank and drove off. Costco has by far the best price on tank refills. On the way, I went to the Wal*Mart and got a couple of those starter thingies, You pull the trigger, and it produces a momentary flame good enough to start a barbecue, or light a candle, or whatever it is you want to to. Got it just in case the starter on the barbecue was no more good. Then, I went to Costco. After waiting a little while, because there were folks ahead of me, the man filled up the tank. He gave me a sticky note which indicated the price of the fill up, which was less than five dollars. You take the sticky note to a side entrance, pay the amount, and take the receipt back to the guy who had filled the tank. Once he sees the receipt, he gives you your tank back. Pretty easy.

On the way back, I went to the bakery we like in Lakeside and got some scones.

Then, back home, I reconnected everything. The starter was still stubborn, so I broke out  one of the devices I had just purchased at Wal*Mart. After a moment, the barbecue turned over, and I cooked more chicken, and a few hot dogs. They were really good.

So, now, we have a filled-up tank, which cost just over five dollars with tax. The starter cost about the same amount. This all means that we will have the full use of the barbecue for the balance of this season, and it will be really cheap.

We like our barbecue, maybe a little too much. Pants are getting too tight.

Tomorrow morning we will attend the used book sale at the Forum. It is held twice a year. We went six months ago, and things were a bit picked over. Hoping to get some real gems tomorrow. I will let you know what treasures we find!

I think I will turn in. Eyes are bugging out of my head.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.


Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Post 3708 - Radio News

More than a few jocks have written, and told me, that they have not made it in the business unless/until they have been fired at least once. Perhaps it is a philosophical approach to no longer being employed, a way to justify to themselves, and their families, why they lost their jobs. I am probably over thinking. Better put:  I say it's spinach, and I say the hell with it.

I have stories of two recent dismissals.

Cub Carson, late of Live 105 in Halifax, and more recently back in Ottawa, has been fired yet again from his radio gig. When a person as talented as Cub loses his job, what does that say about the industry as a whole? What the hell is wrong with the management in Ottawa that they cannot see he's one of the best morning hosts in the country?

And Scott Boyd, who left Cape Breton last year with some fanfare, to become the GM of Grand Prairie's Vista Radio ain't the GM no more. They "parted ways", as the common parlance goes. No doubt Scott will return to Cape Breton now and reunite with his wife and remember the good old days when he was on Breakfast Television every morning. 

A bit off topic, I know; but why do the broadcasting schools like Fanshawe and NSCC Waterfront and all the others, continue to accept students year after year, knowing that there are fewer and fewer jobs, and many of those jobs are entry level, paying crap wages? They may as well go into aluminum siding.

I'm a snarky guy tonight, huh? You'd think I wasn't regular or something. I assure you I am.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.


Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Post 3707 - Finally Did It

I bought some shoes after work.

I usually only buy shoes when the ones I am wearing are falling apart. That was the case with the pair of shoes I was wearing recently. I put on another pair, which were also old, and noticed they were past the point of being appropriate to wear. I think I have a third pair of shoes that are likely in the same state.

It was time to buy some new ones.

So, after work, we drove to the Wal*Mart in Bayer's Lake and went to work. In 15 minutes, we found two pairs of shoes suitable to wear to work, and a pair of running shoes to boot. I will proceed to wear them until they are falling apart, whereupon I will purchase yet new ones.

Men are like that.

Women, of course, buy shoes by the score. Women don't wear out shoes. They grow tired of wearing them, after the third week or so, and move on to other pairs.

So, folks at work reading this. Tomorrow I will wear a new pair of shoes. Please compliment me on them. You can not mention my hair just this one time and focus on my shoes. It is all good, brother.

We have been nodding off the last couple of hours. I think I will give into these entreaties and call it a night.

See you tomorrow.


Monday, April 30, 2018

Post 3706 - A Few Days Later...

Did you miss me? Did you notice I was gone?

I am sorry I didn't write the last few days. Friday was crazy busy. I was up until 12:30 Saturday morning doing stuff.

But before that...

I paid off two of my debts.

Thursday I went to the local Royal Bank branch and got a bank draft for a very large amount of money, at least large by my standards. Likely by yours, as well. I stored that bank draft in the binder I use to keep my true crime stuff for Frank in. The whole time, I feared I would lose the bank draft.

Friday came. My appointment with the credit union was for one pm. I made sure I was there with time to spare. I presented the loans officer with the bank draft. She knew what to do with it. In short order, the mastercard's balance went to zero. A moment later, the loan I had been doggedly paying down the last few years ceased to exist. I told Pam that part of the loan payment was the result of my taking over my late mother's hearing aid loan. She bought new hearing aids a few months before she died. Pam looked at me pityingly and said that when her mom died, they took her hearing aids back to Costco, which issued a prompt refund. The place where Mom got her hearing aids (and batteries) refused to accept either. My sister literally threw the hearing aids in the garbage. I ended up taking over that debt, which was a few thousand dollars. Thanks, sis. If I ever need hearing aids, I will get them through a place like Costco, and not some local company that has a crap return policy.

It cost me a lot, but those debts are gone. Now, I will pay down my two Visa cards. The balances are not huge. They will be paid off in a couple of months, at which time they will be revolving credit cards, meaning I pay them off in full every month.

So very pleased.

Saturday I went to the Valley. I had some business at the house. I learned in the afternoon that I owed a bit of money on my taxes this year, so I paid that amount right away. It was barely in time for the tax deadline. I was not happy that they took two weeks to do my taxes. I do not have a complex tax situation. I was not pleased at all. I may take my business elsewhere next year.

That evening I stayed in and listened to the K-Rock request show for a while until a friend told me about a Colorado radio station's blues show. I streamed that and loved it. I may make it part of my weekly ritual going forward.

Sunday, before returning to the city, I got a few things at the IGA in Wolfville. They have some amazing deals if you look for them. Meat is always discounted 30% or even 50%. This time I noticed three small packages of scallops at 30% off, making them nearly affordable. I got all three and cooked them when I got home. I also brought back some honey from Wood 'n' hive in Port Williams. It is run by the brother of a girl I went to elementary school with in the 1970's. We had a nice chat. This "girl" is now a doctor, my age of course, who is planning to retire in the next decade. She and hubby just walked across parts of the U.K., as some kind of recreation.

By Sunday night I was dozing off in the chair, so I turned in relatively early.

Today was another work day, because weekends go by far too quickly. I bought a widescreen monitor from a guy this afternoon who didn't want me to go to his place because he didn't want to give out his address. He promised me the monitor worked and sent me some pictures apparently proving it, so I took a chance. When I got it home, I hooked it up to a laptop, and it worked fine. I hooked it up to this computer in my home office, and am pleased to report that it works very well indeed. A nice twenty dollar investment. And it is the same model of monitor that came with this computer when I bought it in 2009! Sort of like old home week.

You are now caught up with my life. In the space of four days, I got the biggest pay cheque of my life, and spent the vast majority of it within 24 hours, but I feel so much better knowing it went to something good for me. I have a savings plan in place to salt away some shekels. Two credit cards will be paid off every month. My CPP and EI premiums are paid off for the balance of 2018. The money freed up by the debt repayments will be saved for things for the house. I like this arrangement a lot.

What will tomorrow bring?

Let's find out!

See you tomorrow.


Thursday, April 26, 2018

Post 3705 - Even Closer!

Payday today.

I was not allowing myself to believe it, but it did happen. The biggest paycheque in my life landing in my bank account. And by this time tomorrow, a big arse debt that I have been dutifully paying down will no longer exist.

To celebrate the extra coin, I took Patricia to our new fave breakfast place, which is Smitty's in downtown Halifax. I dropped her off so I could park the car. By the time I got in, I noticed that Patrica was sitting in our usual spot, and our usual server, Emily, was giving her the 411. I remarked to her what i just wrote, and then quipped that i wanted my usual. Without even blinking, she asked if it was that Western eggs benny with avocado, with a fruit cup on the side. We both looked shocked, and I stammered that it was. Emily admitted she could not remember whether I liked the yolks soft, medium, or hard. I reminded her I liked them medium. Patricia said she wanted the same thing.

We don't go in there THAT often. This was perhaps the third time in 2018. Yet Emily remembered us, and what our favourite dish was.

Guess who got a 30% tip this morning? Hint: It was not Patricia or me.

Mid-morning I took care of a financial issue that I will discuss on Friday. Lunch time was spent on the first floor of my work, where we feted a guy who's retiring in the next few days. The place will not be the same without him.

After work, I picked up Patricia, and then we drove to Atlantic News, on the corner of Queen and Morris Streets. They put aside EQMM and AHMM for me. Simply not economical to subscribe to them anymore. It is cheaper to buy them this way, at full cover price. That done, we went to the Chinese place up the street, where we ended up ordering far too much food, two thirds of which we ended up bringing home.

We went to Costco after that and got a few things. Hey, if you like McCafe coffee by the tin, it is 43% cheaper to buy it there than at a regular grocery store. For the same amount of money I see the 950g tin at, say, Superstore, you get a 1.36kg tin of coffee. A heck of a good deal, and very good coffee. I bought two. Also got some led bulbs because they were marked down, and a book on the Halifax explosion that I didn't already have.

A very productive day.

Friday promises to be even more so. Debt, it was (not so) nice knowing you. So excited!!

See you tomorrow.


Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Post 3704 - Almost!

Pay day is tomorrow. The biggest pay cheque in my life is but hours away.

Another work day. Another barbecue this evening. After we ate, I washed most of the dishes. It is embarrassing not to have any clean adult-sized forks in the house. The little ones, for salads I guess, are not meant for my big hands.

Oh, if you are keeping score, and these things are important to you, I will not have a true crime piece in the next issue of Frank. I simply cannot produce an article for every issue, not with a full time job and a bunch of other stuff going on in my life. I am shooting toward having an article in the next next issue, out in three weeks. Sorry about that.

Tomorrow is a tumultuous day. Did I mention I am getting the biggest pay cheque in like ever? I did. Sorry.

I think I will turn in. Sugar plums are dancing in my head.

See you tomorrow.