Thursday, May 23, 2019

Post 3876 - Thursday Night

You gotta love these short work weeks!

One more day, and it is the weekend again. I will get to sleep in. Ah!

The painters have done a really good job so far. We decided to paint over the old paint scheme, replacing it with a red accent wall and "wheat sheaf" for the other walls, in the recroom. The laundry room is in "barely teal", which looks pretty good. The home office, which I have always called the green room, is still green, just a somewhat lighter shade called "leprechaun".

Another coat or so, some drying, and they will be done. Yay!

And as things stand right now, we will be picking out some flooring after work on Friday. Some kind of tile for the recroom, replacing the carpeting that we no longer want and which was ripped up anyway. Some green-based tile for the home office. And once again, a tile or linoleum for the laundry room. It should look really, really nice when it is all done. The next few weeks should be interesting!

This has been an interesting experience. Let's go with that word. But we cannot wait for this to be over. I want my home office back. I want my books back in place, although maybe not quite as many of them. I want my computers back in place. I want the recroom to be usable again. We want to downsize our stuff so that what we keep, we will really use.

It is a dream.

Speaking of dreams, I should go to bed and experience some.

See you tomorrow.


Tuesday, May 21, 2019

Post 3875 - A Day Later...

Tuesday night.

First day back to work after four days off was tough. Hit the ground running. Ran into some complicated tasks, one of which I was still working on at the end of the day. I could have spent the entire night working on it, becoming increasingly frustrated and bitter, but I went home at 4:30 and have had an agreeable evening.

I have spent a couple of hours researching and note taking for my next Frank article. A totally different change of pace from my day job. I needed to do that tonight. If not, I would likely have just spent the evening watching tv. Not a bad way to spend an evening from time to time, but when there is work to be done, and money to be made, I have to do what I have to do.

Tomorrow is Wednesday already. Where is the week going?

Turning in. Very long day tomorrow. Hoping fresh eyes will help me figure out the thing I couldn't figure out at work today.

See you tomorrow, handsome!


Monday, May 20, 2019

Post 3874 - Monday Night Musings

10:30. Going to bed shortly.

The painter was here today to add another coat of primer on the wall panels that were put back up in recent days. We have selected colours so the painters can go buy the corresponding paint from Benjamin Moore. They want to start painting maybe as soon as Wednesday.

We are going for different colours in the laundry room, home office and recroom. The latter will have a red accent wall with the remaining walls being a beige. The laundry room will be a light teal. The ceilings in all three rooms will be white.

After the painting is over, they will be putting the flooring in place. Which we haven't selected yet.

After the flooring is in place, I suppose they will do some final tests before they return all the stuff that has been in storage for the last several weeks.  That will be a big pile of fun: putting all that stuff away. I have promised Patricia that I will think hard before returning stuff to its old location. Plenty of stuff will go to a thrift store or out in the garbage. I had an entire four drawer plastic "cabinet" full of old computer cables and the like. I don't need the cables. I don't need the cabinet thingy. So they will be gone. There will be many, many more examples of this reconciliation, which will take weeks and weeks to do.

It is the end of another long weekend. Back to work in the morning. I'd better get my beauty sleep.

See you tomorrow.


Sunday, May 19, 2019

Post 3873 - A Week Later...

Well, how was your week?

Lots of sleep around these here parts. Patricia was sick most of the last week. She still coughs like crazy.

The carpenters have been dropping by the last few days whilst we were at work. They are rebuilding the floor and adding back the drywall and the pieces of wall that were ripped out in an effort to chase the water from the flood. In the coming days we will go to a local floorist or two and pick out some decent flooring for the bottom floor. Tiles. Linoleum. But no more carpeting for the recroom.

We are in the second half of the annual Victoria Day weekend for 2019. We haven't been downtown since Thursday, when the Memorial Cup folks rolled in to town. I'm told the place is a zoo, thousands of people in a too-small area. I am surprised that there haven't been more reports of shenanigans. The rules for people down there are harsh. Once you get down to the Argyle-street level with a ticket, you cannot get back out again, unless I suppose it is to go home for the evening. You have to buy what is sold in the area, so you can't go in there with your own bottles of water or food from your fridge or anything like that. I don't see the fun factor in much of anything in those rules. Of course, the fact that I don't get a rodent's rump about the Memorial Cup only makes things worse. I keep having to look up the fact that it is about a second, maybe even third, tier hockey tournament.

In the morning, the carpenters should be here by 9. That means I should get some sleep. We will be off on Monday but don't really want to go anywhere. So we get to hear power tools all day. Can hardly wait.

I will try to write something on Monday. Let's see if that actually happens.

See you then-ish.


Sunday, May 12, 2019

Post 3872 - Happy Mother's Day To My Late Mother

My mother died in January of 2015. I was not there when she died. But I had spoken to her on the phone 15 minutes or so before she was gone. I have told you about that before. Still hurts, when I think of it, as it continues to pain me when I think about how certain people decided it would be more appropriate to go on a vacation rather than to bury our mother. No need to dredge that up more than I already have. I am right on this subject and anybody who disagrees with me is wrong. It is as simple as that in my mind.

But I want to write about my mother for a bit. I hope you will indulge me.

We didn't have a pile of money when we were growing up. As typical then as it likely still is now for families, we were not told a great deal about the financial situation, but it did not go unnoticed that others lived in bigger houses than we did, and their parents drove nicer cars, and they went on vacations every summer, something we simply did not do. It was what it was.

Dad worked at a job that didn't pay as much as other families made. He was a good person, more or less, but he was a poor business  man always listening to sob stories from people. He did an awful lot of pro bono work for people over the years. That was time he didn't spend with us, or doing paying work.

Mom would get a cheque every week to pay for groceries. Dad, and then we as we got our drivers licenses because Mom never drove, took her into town, usually Kentville, to buy that week's provisions. She would make every dollar stretch until it screamed bloody blue murder. 

She was a complicated person, my mother. Mercurial. Head strong. Stubborn. Took no feces from anybody. Spoke her mind, no matter what. There were times she exasperated me, but as we both grew older we grew closer. I would speak to her on the phone nearly every single day.

As my parents grew older, and they had medical appointments in the city, I would take vacation days and family illness days to make sure they got to them. If I hadn't done it, they would simply not have got to those appointments.

I think about my parents a lot. Both of them. They did not have easy lives. They would be both aghast at how my sisters and I don't get along, as they wanted us all to co-exist peacefully.

But today, I think of my mother, and how despite the hard times she had, she also had some good times. I hope that I was able to contribute in some way to those good times, or at least, not to make them any worse.

Happy Mother's Day, Mommy!

See you tomorrow.


Saturday, May 11, 2019

Post 3871 - Hello. Still Alive.

The title pretty much says it all. I am still alive and kicking.

The flood in my house has really been a burden for both of us. I took Monday and Tuesday off work to deal with the workers coming here on Monday to pack up the home office contents. Tuesday, a big moving van showed up and took the stuff away. Then, almost immediately thereafter the workers tore up the floor in the home office and quickly realized that the floor was dry as a bone. Good news!

The last few days have been just trying to survive with a Spring cold. I felt quite poorly on Thursday, so much so that I had to step out at lunch time, when it wasn't warm, in my shirt sleeves, just to cool off. I stood by the fence and looked out on Young Street and thought I was going to collapse. Later on that afternoon, I dozed off during an ad hoc meeting, much to my embarrassment and my colleagues' amusement.

Friday morning I felt even worse, but I was determined to remain awake at work. Besides, the carpenters were supposed to drop by the house and commence rebuilding the floor and putting in the drywall and replacing the sections of wall that had been removed in an effort to chase the water. I bought two extra large double doubles at the Kempt Road McDonald's and sipped them during the day. I didn't fall asleep. I had to visit the men's room 14 times, but I didn't fall asleep.

During the week I managed to find the time to produce my latest cold case article for Frank Magazine. It is a fairly long piece, so you will not be able to read it while you are lining up to pay for your groceries at Superstore or Sobeys.

Friday night, Patricia picked me up at work and drove us home. I pretty much went to bed right away. I felt somewhat better today, Saturday, to the point where I could wash some clothes for the first time in a couple of weeks. That's when I discovered that Mr. Smarty Pants plumber had switched the hot and cold water hoses when he was here several days ago. I managed to switch them back, but I got a lovely water blister on my left forefinger for my trouble. It will likely hurt like the devil in the morning.

I sent an email to the project manager overseeing all the work. I hope I wasn't too mean about it, but it seems to me that learning how to hook up the correct hoses is something a plumber would learn in the first day or so of plumber school. I don't understand how a guy who told me he had over 30 years of experience as a plumber could have made such a fundamental mistake.

I have to get up early on Sunday morning to go to work for a few hours. My mother died a few years ago so it's not like I am missing out on much. How sad does that sound?

I am going to try really hard to produce a blog post on Sunday. How is that for a half-promise?

See you then.


Saturday, May 4, 2019

Post 3870 - This is Driving Me Crazy!

Five days later. Losing my mind.

We got home from work on Wednesday night to the sound of freight trains or something downstairs. They were instead industrial strength dehumidifiers and fans drying out the entire downstairs. They had also emptied out the first part of the home office and as I reported here before they had discovered a lot of moisture in the strappings, so that means that they will be here this coming Monday by 8:30 or so to pack up every book and every other possession in this room and on Tuesday the movers will take the stuff away.


This means my media server will be off line for a few months while this work is done. I actually took it off line today. The cable box thingy that holds the PVR was downstairs here and required a dedicated wired cat5/cat6 connection. Part of what they would do on Monday would be to disconnect 100% of that, so to preserve the PVR, this afternoon I carried it over to where the router is at the bottom of the stairs, where they swear they will not mess around with it so I get to have wifi at the very least, and hooked up the PVR cable box to the network cable coming off the router. Presently, the network cable is run along the walls into the home office and split several times. I will lose that connectivity for a few months.

Oddly enough, this doesn't affect one of my desktop computers. This ten year old thing has built in WIFI. Only "G", but even so, it gives me connectivity down here, and a 68% signal, which isn't too bad.

After work on Friday, we went to a house in Clayton Park. A couple were selling a very small computer desk. Since my two computer desks will soon be going into storage, and I have need for such an item, and a frightening lack of space is looming for both of us, a very small computer desk in the living room is just what the doctor ordered. I had another one several years ago but got rid of it, and I have always regretted doing so. I may try to find a way to keep it once all this work is done. It will likely earn its keep.

When I get up in the mornin', I will disconnect this computer, and the other one, and put all the various and sundry cables aside in a box or two. The computers, the monitors, the keyboards and so on, will all remain here at Casa Bevboy, having a good long rest while this work is being done.

It has been inconvenient thus far. Not having use of the recroom has hurt. I missed my recliner. I miss my couch. I miss the big screen tv. But I will feel nearly emasculated not having my home office with the 1000's of books and the computers and the printer and the scanners and everything else. The desk my father built me 30 years ago is in this room. For the first time since he made it for me, it will be out of my possession. My many local history books will be in storage. The several radios I keep here, gone for the session. How will I cope?


I will find a way. Things could be worse. I will get through this. It just will take a while.

You take care of yourselves. I will try to write at ya tomorrow, but we have to step out early as we are seeing John Cleese tomorrow night. In all this excitement, we nearly forgot!

See you soon.


Monday, April 29, 2019

Post 3869 - The Great Flood of 2019

My friends are thorough.

I really wish I had got some before and after pics of the recroom and the laundry room. The after pics are... well, here they are:

Yeah, me again. They completely ripped up the flooring. The berber. The underlay. The subfloor. Everything. Then they removed more than a few pieces of the wall in an effort to isolate the mould that must have been created as a result of the water issues. And we are now down to one toilet.

To put everything back, I don't know what they will do. The wall that helped me decide to buy this place in 2000 is now partially gone. I have no idea how to recreate that effect, or if they will even do that for me. I am told that they will put the flooring back, but Patricia and I will have to select some tiling or more berber or jute or some darned thing or other. After we do that, and the flooring company delivers the stuff, they will restore the flooring.

The laundry room, same thing, I guess.

And the pieces of the wall that were ripped out... like I said, they will restore that, but likely not the same effect that was there before. The stucco-type wall that the previous owner likely spent frig knows how long perfecting.

I am kind of speechless, actually.

I haven't heard if they will want to tear up this home office. I am thinking they will, which would be a massive job unto itself. If they do, I will have to resort to using a laptop for nearly all my computer work. The two desktops in this home office will have to go dormant for a time, including my plex media server. My beloved model m keyboard, which I am using now, would have to go into storage for a time. My heart is breaking at the very thought of it.

When we got home tonight, we discovered this mess. Newbie could not be found. I told the company several times to be careful that our cat didn't get out. It appeared as if he might have. But, no. He was in the middle bedroom hiding behind a mattress we had propped up recently. He appeared quite frightened. I don't blame him. All that stuff going on all day. One of his litter boxes being moved.

What happens tomorrow? I am not sure. I will let you know....

See you then.


Sunday, April 28, 2019

Post 3868 - Uh....

A week later!

My goodness.

I have been busy, even though I have been on vacation. I spent quite a bit of time in the early part of the week bundling up things for the packers, who arrived on Thursday. They spent hours packing up the contents of the recroom and some things in the laundry room. That was in anticipation of the movers showing up on Friday morning to remove said contents and move them off to storage.

This coming week more folks will come here and rip up the subfloor and see how far the water got into the room. "Chase the water" as they put it. If it hasn't got too far, they will stop, remediate the mould that they think is there and do something similar in the laundry room.

The hope is that they do not need to rip up the home office. I do not want to contemplate the job associated with that.

After the work is done, the project manager will give us an allowance to order some new flooring for the recroom. I am leaning toward some kind of tile, and not have the jute-type carpeting that is here now. Or is it berber? I am not sure which. Here in the home office it is just cheap peel-and-stick tile, which I have never cared for.

Other than that work and worry and stuff, I had a decent week. I produced another true crime piece for the issue of Frank that comes out this week. I slept. A lot. And Saturday morning I overnighted in the Valley. Glad I went because I noticed a piece of downspout had blown off, so I tried to put it back in place this morning, with not total success. I have asked my handyman down there to take a look. The downspout is old, and perhaps needs to be replaced with a new one. No biggie.

We both return to work in the morning. These vacations go by far too quickly.

It is pushing 11pm. I think I will turn in. Need my beauty coma.

See you... tomorrow?


Sunday, April 21, 2019

Post 3867 - Sunday Night Rumblings

Well, I suppose it is technically Monday morning.

We got a few groceries on Saturday. You close stores for one day. The next, it is as if the gates of hell have opened, letting out thousands of souls all at once and all of them need to stock up at Sobeys. We were inundated by folks at Superstore on Saturday afternoon. This was after a coffee at the Bike and Bean in Upper Tantallon and a visit to Otis & Clementines, to boot.

We have stayed in ever since we got home.

Today I packed up some stuff to donate to the Mission Mart in Bayer's Lake, either on Monday or Tuesday. Found some stuff to throw out, too. This is all in anticipation of the impending remediation of the area of the recroom that suffered the flood.

I was watching the news tonight. People in New Brunswick are worried sick that their homes will flood, because they have flooded before. The water that got into the house in March is, from what I can tell, nothing like that. I am keeping what happened to us in perspective. Those folks have had it much worse than we did.

We are both off work for this week. I am hoping that we can get a lot of work done around the house, but the reality is that we will both sleep in a lot.

I think I will start doing that right about zzzz....

See you tomorrow.


Friday, April 19, 2019

Post 3866 - Late Friday Night...

Three days later...

Gee, what happened to me? Well, Wednesday after work, we had to go over to Dartmouth to deal with a matter. I was tired before we left. After it was over, we started to go back home, even though once or twice Patricia offered to treat me to dinner. I was just too tired to eat. She ended up getting some Easter eggs to give away at work on Thursday, so I remained in the car while she picked them up.

We finally got home around 6:30. Rather than back into the driveway, I just drove in. Got inside the house, and I went downstairs to rest in the recliner, and I don't remember much after that. I didn't get up for any period of time until Thursday morning.

I felt much better on Thursday and work was not a problem. We went to dinner after work before deciding to Dartmouth again, Gateway Meat Market to be more precise. Got some stuff, some of which we will consume this weekend. Returned home and went to bed relatively early.

Today, Good Friday, we slept in yet again. In the early afternoon we went one last time to Fredie's Fantastic Fish House in Bayer's Lake. We were not craving fish and chips, but it was owner Tammy's last day. The new owner was working there along side Tammy. They both recognized us by name. Nadia will do a fine, fine job. It is just that this is the type of food that one should not eat very often.

We drove around a bit afterward, out Kearney Lake Road way. There are some quite modest homes out there, but they are next door to much more opulent ones, likely driving up property values to the point where regular folks could never afford to live there.

After an hour or so, we returned home and watched a couple of shows on the PVR. This evening we watched the first five episodes of "Dirty John" on Netflix. We will likely watch the rest over the weekend.

On Saturday we plan to go to the Farmer's Market downtown. Not the big one at Seaport. The smaller one downtown, filled with vendors who didn't want to move over to Seaport several years ago. We may also go to a belated celebration of life for Steverino, the coffee guy who died a couple of years ago. Depends if we get up early enough. I hope to, but you never know these days. May sleep in to 2pm for all I know.

I think I will turn for the evening.

See you tomorrow.


Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Post 3865 - Mea Culpa! Mea Maxima Culpa!

Pretty much says it all, huh?

I am very sorry I haven't written lately. I have had Frank deadlines. I had to work all weekend. So much else.

Where to start?

How about with the most painful one?

I collected DVD's for years. "Collected" might be the wrong word. More like an avaricious hoarding. I'd buy them. If lucky, I'd watch them once. Most of the time, though, I never watched them at all.

A waste, I know. A waste of time, buying them. A waste of space. And, above all, a waste of money. I don't want to think about how much I spent on them. In days of downloading, and especially now, of streaming, having a physical DVD or CD or whatever, hardly seems worth it.

After the flood of 2019, we were confronted with the reality that the whole bottom floor here at Casa Bevboy would have to be cleaned out so the restoration company could do its work. I decided last week that rather than bundle up the DVD's, I would instead donate them to Mission Mart, in Bayer's Lake.

Sunday afternoon, after I got home from work, and after  my nap, I started piling the DVD's into one large plastic bag after another. After a good 90 minutes or so, maybe closer to two hours, I was done. I learned that the Mission Mart closed at 5pm. It was something like 4:20. Dragged the heavy bags (and a box) of DVD's into the Soul and took off for MM. Got there around 4:40, twenty minutes before they'd close. Joked with the young lady receiving the items that she should ask her grandparents about these things. She laughed and received them, and I left.

Two days later, I am having a hard time remembering just what I donated. Lots of TV shows on DVD. Some films, especially the ones in the box.

Now, I just have to put into more bags, the many papers in the rec room so they can be tossed out. After that, I start packing my books, which will be tremendous fun of such a fun nature that I am not sure if I can contain myself. In fact, i don't think I will be able to do so.


I had to work Saturday and Sunday. Here it is, Tuesday, and I have worked nine days in a row. I am grateful that I will be off all next week. In fact, in two more days, I will be off work for something like 10 days. Looking forward to that. Of course, much of that time I will be doing stuff around the house here. Yippee.

I will pledge to you to work harder to write more often. I have always tried to take Joan Rivers' advice about blogs. She always believed that blogs should be "fed" on a daily basis, to keep them fresh and full of content. That is why I feel I am disappointing myself, and by extension, you all, by not writing more frequently. That is on me, and I regret it. Let me renew my resolve to write more often.

Starting tomorrow.

See you then. I promise!!


Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Post 3864 - Hello

Hi. Just letting you know that I am still alive.

Have a tight Frank deadline. Will write you more later.



Monday, April 8, 2019

Post 3863 - An Update

Sorry I haven't written in the last four days. I spent a day in the Valley, returning on Saturday. Then I have been resting and getting ready for today's visit from the fellow from Wise Cracks.

He got here about 10 minutes early, which is a bonus. Barely 90 minutes later, he was done. He inserted some hollow "pegs" in the area where the crack was and squirted some stuff in those pegs. They are supposed to fill up the crack with that substance, preventing further issues with water seeping in. That is the theory. We are supposed to get a pile of rain in a few days so that will be a big test.

In the coming days I have to bundle up piles and piles of books into probably-not-enough boxes in anticipation of the restoration company dropping by and doing there thing in the basement, a process which will apparently take a few months. I look forward to this the way the average person looks forward to a root canal. So much work. Who knows how much pay off?

After four days off work, it is a return to reality in the morning.

I think I will turn in, but not until I clarify something. People have been complimenting me on my joining the Crime Writers of Canada last week. Thank you. But I had to pay to join. I was able to join because of the 50-some cold case articles I have produced for Frank Magazine. I could join as a professional writer because I get paid for those articles. One domino knocked over the next one, and the next one; and the by-product of all that is my ability to join the CWC. Lots of people can join in a non-professional capacity, but I am exalted enough, if you want to put it that way, to be able to be a professional member.

Most professional members write crime fiction, whether they be detective stories, cozies, psychological suspense, or whatever. I am in the true crime section, along with precious few others across the country.

So, clear as mud?

See you tomorrow.


Thursday, April 4, 2019

Post 3862 - The News I Have Been Sitting On

Do you remember that episode of The Beverly Hillbillies where Mr. Drysdale, the Clampett's oily banker, sits down with the family and says he wants to tell them something important? He tells them that thing. A moment later, family patriarch Jed notices his nephew Jethro fidgeting and admonishes him for him, saying, "Mr. Drysdale's fixin' to tell us something."

I kinda feel like that now.

This news is important to me, and I cannot help but think that most of my 4.7 readers will just not care. So... here goes.

Does this look familiar to you? Ring a bell?

The above badge signifies that I am a member in good standing of the Crime Writers of Canada! It is a professional organization for those of us who, well, write about crime for a partial living.

The CWC was founded in 1982, largely by Derrick Murdoch, whose true crime book "Disappearances" remains the single best tome I have ever read about people who have gone missing. The CWC gives out a Derrick Murdoch award every two years to a deserving recipient who makes a "special contribution to the crime genre".

I contacted their executive director, Alison Bruce, over the weekend and broached the subject with her. Turns out my having published over 50 cold case articles for Frank Magazine more than qualified me for membership, especially since I get paid for this work.

If it were the case that I was not a professional writer, I would still be able to join, but in a lesser capacity. But I am a PAM, a professional member in good standing.

This is cool. I never thought, not in a million years, that I could call myself a professional writer. But this membership validates my work and what my editor and I are trying to do with this series.

There are some Halifax CWC events. I suppose I will be able to attend them, maybe even participate in them. I am not sure. I have to figure this stuff out.

I look forward to a long and fruitful relationship with the CWC.

And I promise not to forget the little people who put me here. i love you all.

Been a long day. Think I will turn in.

See you tomorrow-ish.


Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Post 3861 - Sitting On Something

I am sitting on some interesting news. Nothing earth shattering. Just interesting, to me. I hope to be able to share it with youse as soon as Wednesday evening.

In other news, we had dinner at Swiss Chalet this evening. Patricia insisted on paying, which was nice. There have been lots of bills at Casa Bevboy recently, with plenty more to come.

Our work week is half over. This Friday's day off cannot get here soon enough.

I'm cutting this post short.

Keep watching this space. Cool news, maybe even tomorrow night!

See you then.


Sunday, March 31, 2019

Post 3860 - Sunday Night Stuff

Hello again!

We had to get outta the house again today. There was an open house out Seabright way, on the road to Peggy's Cove. We were curious enough to want to check it out.


The cost was something like $235 000. I would call it a fixer upper, and be generous in that estimation. The old kinds of fuses. Plugs running off the fuse box. Extension cords plugged into... something, but running from an outlet a good 12 feet to that something. A musty odor downstairs, which might be alleviated by the ever running dehumidifier. A cold storage room, created because of a long ago flood, remediated. The electrical alone scared the hell out of me.

Only one bathroom. Each bedroom was on the small side. No dining room, just a small area off the living room.

Off the room that has the fuse panel there was an area that was probably a workshop back in the day. We did like that. Off the beaten path just enough. And there was a nice-sized pantry upstairs, too.

There is an adjoining storage building, but I would not feel comfy using it. I thought a good stiff wind would knock it over.

The remaining property was about 1.5 acres. A good size lot by most people's standards. But the landscaping was old and tired. Much brush would have to be cleared from the property to make it usable again. So. Much. Work!

We thanked the realtor for his time and left. We won't be going back.

Is that what houses are coming to these days? Some place that looks like it might fall apart at any moment, that has questionable wiring, still going for nearly a quarter of a million dollars? Is it any wonder people in this province can't afford to buy a place any more. Even mobile homes are more than 100K these days. Semi-detached dwellings in my subdivision are going for more than 200 thousand as well. My goodness.

Makes me want to be grateful for what I have, as many problems as it has.

We are turning in early tonight. Quinpool Road will be shut down up from the Armdale Roundabout, which will choke off a major traffic artery for at least four months, likely longer. Yippee.

See you tomorrow.


Saturday, March 30, 2019

Post 3859 - Saturday Night Stuff

Well, hello there.

I have had a decent couple of days. But the best part was sleeping in on Saturday. I didn't get up until nearly noon. I remember being a teenager and routinely sleeping in that late on Saturdays until my parents became worried  about it and me, so I started getting up earlier. But now that I am a bit older, sleeping in on a Saturday is nearly a requirement. 

We decided to get outta the house. We drove to Tantallon to have lunch at Delish, a British-based restaurant and ersatz grocery store. They serve relatively authentic British food, and we love it there. They also sell British canned goods. I am still thinking about buying a can of macaroni and cheese.

After we ate we wandered across the parking lot to the store "Essentially Yours", a place that sells something called "essential oils". And those salt lamps. And other oils that I don't know what they're for. Patricia loved it there and bought several things.

I went back into Delish to get some water for our afternoon drive. I ran into a guy from my work. We chatted for a while. From there we went to Otis and Clementines. Ever a klutz, I kept knocking over books. Patricia and store owner Ellen had a nice laugh at me, but when a book magically fell off the shelf in front of me, it revealed a dust jacketless first edition copy of Charlie Chaplin's autobiography! Only nine dollars! I have long coveted this book, and thought I would never see a copy of it anywhere for a price that was affordable. I don't know how many printings the book had. While a copy with a dust jacket would have been preferable, having a nice copy of it for this amount of money is absolutely acceptable. I snatched it up. I also got a book about a man who lived as a hermit for a few decades but would venture into communities and steal stuff to support his hermit lifestyle. 

We killed a bit of time at the hardware store next door. At one point I belched. I thought it was a quiet belch, but Patricia heard it, and so did all the other woman in the store. I was embarrassed for... 15 seconds or so.

We finally left and drove along the road toward Peggy's Cove. We went through communities like  French Village and Seabright. We stopped of at a "shower bakery", I think it was called. A most feminine store that sells soaps and things that would appeal to women. The soaps would look like cookies, donuts, slices of pie, cupcakes, whatever. Patricia bought some things that I don't recognize.

We returned home long enough for me to hop out and take our purchases out of the car. Patricia went to Costco to get some stuff. I washed the dishes. 

I spent some time earlier this evening doing some work down here in the home office before watching some stuff on the Plex Media Server. I don't see anyway around this. When the work is done to remediate the water situation, I will have to pack up nearly everything down here, including the two home computers in this room. One of those computers if my print and media server. Plex runs on that server. I will probably not have access to my media for a few months! And furthermore, the PVR is on the terminal that is down here, so I am not sure if we will have a PVR for a few months. This is really cramping our lifestyle.

I have a bunch of work to do on Sunday, and it is already Sunday, according to a clock radio on my desk. I think I will turn in. 

See you in the morning, my friends.


Thursday, March 28, 2019

Post 3858 - Another Four Days Later...

My goodness, what has become of my promise to write more often in 2019?

I am so sorry.

Life has kept me busy the last few days. I have been working hard on my next article for Frank Magazine. It is about a woman who went out for walk one evening, and hasn't been seen since. Lots of twists and turns. I look forward to sharing it with my Frank readers in the coming days.

I have been in a pensive mood for most of the week, particularly this evening. I am down here in the home office, surrounded by books that I must pack up in the coming days so that they can cart them away into storage, allowing the restoration folks to do their fine work downstairs. I have been reflecting on aspects of my life, playing old music videos on youtube (The Spinners, ABBA, The Cornelius Brothers, lots more), and just thinking.


My life. Where it started. Where it ended up. The highs. The lows. The in betweens.

I miss my parents.

My dad died in 2010. We had not always got along, but after I moved out and to the city in 1988, the geography separated us, but I felt closer to them somehow. The distance brought us closer together if that makes any sense at all.

My mom died in January of 2015. I had spoken to her maybe 15 minutes before she died, neither of us knowing it would be the final time. She had received the new issue of Frank that day, and as was her habit, she tore it open to read my latest media column. I don't know how she would feel about the cold case series I now produce. Probably say she was proud of me but not read it.

I am sorry to be in this crappy mood. I will try to be in better spirits on Friday. I may even produce a blog post if you want me to.
See you tomorrow.


Sunday, March 24, 2019

Post 3857 - Four Days Later

Hello again...

Been busy the last few days. Working, mostly. Then, sleeping. Maybe getting caught up on some tv shows.

The biggest tv news for us is that "Supernatural" is ending in 2020, after 15 seasons. We have been watching the show since it first went on the air, and it will feel very different when it is no longer around. I was kinda hoping that Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki would continue with the show through season 20, but that will not happen.

Saturday morning I got up much earlier than I would have liked and went to the archives to research some unsolved murders and missing persons cases. But after about 90 minutes I was striking out. I felt discouraged, so I left and regrouped over brunch at Your Father's Moustache before going to the main branch library. I asked for all of their files about the above, and they dutifully got them out for me. They have something like 10 such files, thick with this material. Some have the designation of "cs", meaning closed stacks, meaning they are kept in a separate room, as opposed to the... open stacks, I guess, which are in large filing cabinets out in the open (but still under lock and key).

I found tons of stuff, and it is all in one place. I did not have to stir from the table. The hours melted away. By 4:30, my phone battery was down to something like 22%, as I had been using the camera and the built-in flash to take plenty of pictures of the articles. I decided to leave. Some day, I hope to photograph every single one of their articles, easily more than 1000.

Saturday night, drained, I stayed in and watched some stuff with Patricia.

I had to work this morning, and chose to drive in to work to do it, rather than connect remotely. I put in about four hours. After that was over, I got some lunch nearby and then picked up some groceries before returning home. Once again, we watched some stuff on the tv and prepared dinner. Tonight, we watched episodes of "The Ranch" on Netflix. They dealt with the loss of the character of Rooster, played by an actor fired from the show because he allegedly assaulted some women a long time ago. Despite his protestations that he didn't do anything wrong, they fired him anyway.

The time will come when some man who's fired from a job because of this behaviour will be able to prove his innocence, that he had been the victim of character assassination and defamation. He will sue his former employer, and win. I will just leave that on the table. You are free to pick it up.

It is getting late. I think I will turn in.

See you tomorrow.


Wednesday, March 20, 2019

Post 3856 - Another Two Days Later!

Hello there, you little devils.

By this time tomorrow morning, I will have been to work for two hours or so. Back to work. Back to the grindstone.

I cannot tell you that I have enjoyed the last 10 days. Having water seep into the house will do that to a person. But the second dehumidifier is doing its job quite nicely. The air doesn't feel nearly as damp as it did just three days ago, which is a big bonus.

No word from the insurance company. The next big thing is to pay the company that comes by on April 8th, to fix the cracks in the foundation.

Patricia returned to work this morning. I drove here there, and then grabbed some food to cook for dinner tonight. I installed a bulletin board in Patricia's home office, using a cordless drill, some plastic anchors, a hammer, and some screws. I used eight sets of plastic anchors and screws. Nothing short of an earthquake will jar that thing loose.

I have to get up early tomorrow. I think I will turn in.

See you tomorrow.


Monday, March 18, 2019

Post 3855 - What? Another Sigh? Get On With Your Bad Self?

Yeah, so not much new to report.

Spent Sunday resting, more or less. Today, we were both doing some preparation for the upcoming work that the insurance company will authorize here in the downstairs of Casa Bevboy. Awaiting a bunch of boxes into which we will pack things that live down here so they can be spirited away to the storage facility that the company keeps for such things.

Then the real fun begins. A few months of not having a bottom floor, of not having laundry facilities, of only having one washroom. And not at all sure what the internet connection will be like, as that is housed downstairs, too. It will not be a fun time.

I am off work until Thursday. I am actually looking forward to it. This has been the worst.vacation.ever.

I am going to turn in. Lots more of today, happens tomorrow.


Saturday, March 16, 2019

Post 3854 - Sigh Again

Four days later...

There is still quite a bit of water under the steps. The dehumidifier has been running non stop for days now. It doesn't owe me anything and can crap out at any time if it wants to. I have owned it for years and years and it was old when I got it.

The insurance adjuster guy was here on Friday. He says my policy covers this kind of damage. So that is a yay.

I have booked a company to insert some kind of substance into the cracks in the foundation to repair said cracks. After that is done, the insurance company will wait for a couple of rains to see if that repairs the problem with water coming in. If it does, they will go ahead and tear up the subfloor and keep going until until they find dryness, at which time they will rebuild the subfloor back to the point of origin, and apply fresh tiles or whatever we want on it. The laundry room floor will be torn up and similar things will happen there. The cabinetry will likely be ripped up and replaced too. The home office, where I am right now, is on subfloor as well. I suspect that will be torn up and replaced as necessary. That is nice, but I have like 1 000 000 books in here and the effort to box them up will be such that I will hate those books by the time I am finished. I also have two desktop computers in here, one of which is the media and print server for Casa Bevboy. Those would have to be powered down for the duration, which could be upwards of three months.

The boxes will arrive in the coming few days. If we box the contents ourselves, we can reduce the amount of the deductible we have to pay at the end of the ordeal. Every bit helps, and I would rather paw through my stuff than have someone else do it for me.

This, plus I still have a house on the market. I need this experience like I need another orifice in my noggin.

I have a few days before I return to work. I am hoping to squeeze a bit of fun out of them, but more than likely I will be working away downstairs preparing for The Big Repair of 2019.

I think I will turn in. Lots to do tomorrow.

See you then.


Tuesday, March 12, 2019

Post 3853 - Sigh and Double Sigh

Well, this is a real pickle.

The freeze and thaw cycle has hit my humble abode. Got home from work Monday night and there was quite a puddle on the laundry room floor. I started using towels to sop up the water. Turned on the dehumidifier full blast.

We called my insurance company. They sent a guy out today. He determined that there is a crack in the foundation, a significant one. Any damage wrought by the crack, if covered by my insurance company, they will cover, minus my deductible. But the cost of fixing the actual crack is my responsibility.

I haven't heard yet if I am covered. My fingers are crossed. But in the meantime we contacted Wise Cracks, a place that specializes in fixing cracks in foundations. They are backed up with work requests from other people like us. Could be a few weeks.

Sigh. Double sigh.

Did I mention I'm on vacation this week? Sure am enjoying myself so far.

I think I will turn in. I need to get away from this stuff for a while.

See you tomorrow.


Sunday, March 10, 2019

Post 3852 - Three More Days Later.

Hello again, my friends.

Sorry I didn't write the last couple of nights. I was in the Valley on Saturday into Sunday. Had a bunch of things to deal with down there, working into the evening. Friday night, my body just conked out early. 

Today I returned after lunch and helped Patricia clean up and clean out the fridge. It had been a while. Some science experiments had been languishing there for some time. Found a jug of maple syrup we had forgotten about. Quite a bit of feta cheese. All kinds of other things.

In other news, I still have about six bookmarks to give away. I have mailed them to Ontario, Alberta (times two) and the Valley. I delivered one to someone on the way back to the city this morning. If you want one, there is still time. Hit me up and we can make it happen.

I am on vacation until March 21st. A case where if I don't use these seven vacation days, I will lose them. I never knew that was a thing until I started working for government, years ago. I can carry over a certain number of days. I can accumulate a certain number of days. But I still have vacation days I have to use or lose them. Sigh.

So, even though I am off work, I will be puttering around the house and hitting up the archives and that sort of thing. Which means I need to hit the hay relatively early.

See you tomorrow.


Thursday, March 7, 2019

Post 3851 - Two Days Later...

I have to stop sleeping at night. Because of that pesky little habit, I didn't write a blog post Wednesday evening. Darn me.

I still have some lingering effects from my virus. I haven't taken the puffer since Saturday morning, for which I am grateful. I had one coughing jag in the car a couple of days ago, but it went away after 30 seconds.

Typical days at work. Patricia took a vacation day today, so I was on my own to and from. Traffic on the 102 creeping in to work was problematic and took me about 40 minutes to get there. But getting home, there was an accident on the same highway, and that slowed everything down to a crawl. Took me 30 minutes to drive barely one block.

I filled up the gas tank as petrol is supposed to go up a few cents over night. I got a couple of peppers and a pie for dessert. Patricia was cooking a lovely stirfry for us. It was very good.

Finally got around to watching "Street Legal" tonight. Pretty good. I hope they find a way to bring back other characters from the original series.

I am going to turn in. Long day. The weekend and 12 days of vacation await me!

See you tomorrow.


Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Post 3850 - Cool Bevboy's Blog Contest. Don't be left out!

Went to bed early on Monday night. Sorry about that.

Let's see here. What did I do to warrant writing about on a blog?

Not much.

After work, it being Shrove Tuesday at all, we were thinking of going to a Catholic church for one of their dinners. But we both realized that we didn't really feel like going. Instead, I threw it out there: we get a package of bacon and cook some of it, while I prepare some more French toast. Patricia loved the suggestion. So, that's what we did.

I threw some eggs in a mixing bowl along with some water and beat everything to an inch of its life. I added a bit of pure vanilla extract and a titch of orange food colouring (just because), plus some cinnamon. Beat everything some more.  Set the mixture aside.

Cooked some bacon. Placed cooked bacon on a couple pieces of paper towel.

Soaked three more pieces of the raisin bread in the egg mixture. Started cooking.

It took a while, until 6:45 or so, but we sat down to a decent meal of French toast. Patricia said she loved it. I'm glad.

Perhaps we have started a new tradition. It is all well and good to step out for a meal, but if you can stay home and have food that is just as good if not better, for less, then why go out?

We watched the season opener of "Good Girls", which is just as compelling and interesting as season one was, last year. We started to watch the reboot of "Street Legal", but Patricia was tired so we decided to watch it some other evening. We have waited 25 years for the show to return. What is another night or two?

Oh, here's something. Straight from Vista Print comes the first run of the official, handy-dandy, soon-to-be-highly-coveted, Bevboy's Blog bookmarks. Do you remember books? Words printed on paper and bound together, with a pleasing front cover, and blurbs on the back extolling the contents between the covers? Well, back in the day, people in reading these books would have to remember what page they were on. They could A) Remember what page they were on and just turn to it every time they wanted to read; B) Use a slip of paper such as one could find in a notebook or a receipt from a drugstore or something; or C) use a bookmark.

Bookmarks come in many sizes. I always thought it was silly to pay for them, but many do, shelling out upwards of ten dollars for one of them. Many book companies, in rhapsodizing their wares, provide bookmarks as a form of advertising. There is a bookstore in the Valley that has scads of these bookmarks. If you buy a book, you can help yourself to a fistful of them, at no additional cost.

It got me to thinking.

I am Bevboy. I like books Why not have, in addition to the business cards, bookmarks, too?

Vistaprint became very helpful. I designed the layout of the bookmark. Coughed up some money and waited for them to arrive. And, today, they did.

The layout still needs some work, but this is version one of the bookmarks.

That is the front and the back, both.

Like I said, the layout is not what I want for future editions of the bookmark, but this is not a bad attempt.

This is where you come in.

If you want one of these limited, never-to-be-ordered again bookmarks (because I will revise the layout for future editions), then let me know. I am willing to give away eight of them. Your best bet is to write me right here and say hello and ask me for a bookmark. Provide your mailing address and I will pop one in the mail to you toot sweet. While you're at it, if you can suggest a layout change, do that as well.

Please put something like "Bevboy's Blog Bookmark Give Away" in the subject line so I will know your message is not spam.

The contest is over when the eight bookmarks are gone. Could be tomorrow, or a year from tomorrow.

Start writing, so that you can start reading.

See you tomorrow.


Sunday, March 3, 2019

Post 3849 - Five Days Later

Well, sorry about that!

It is late on Sunday night. I return to work in scant hours.

Once again, I must blame my lingering illness for my lack of writing in recent days. Working last week took a lot out of me. More than once I went to bed early.

I have had the weekend to rest some more. I know that doctors say that "catching up on one's sleep" is really not a thing, that it is not possible to get back sleep that you missed at an earlier time. But when one is sick, sleep is a lovely balm, isn't it? And sleeping in, or taking a nice nap in the afternoon, is a wonderful way to wile away some spare time.

I did that Saturday afternoon. We had been out in the morning, checking out the farmer's market at the Halifax Forum. From there, Patricia to grab a couple items from her work. We went to the North end for lunch, ending up at the Mexican restaurant at the corner of North and Agricola. I cannot remember the name of the joint, but the food was very good.

We walked off our lunch, eventually finding the Tare Shop on Cornwallis Street, at Creighton. An older gentleman overheard us as we were trying to find the place and all but walked us there. Their goal is to waste nothing, so while they sell coffee and tea, it is never served in plastic cups. They serve beverages in either containers customers bring in, or in the supply of mugs they keep in the store. They sell bulk items such as some foodstuffs and cleaning supplies in a similar manner: you either take in a container of your own, or use the "library" of such things to put your purchases into. Such purchases you either carry out in your hands or in a bag you supply, or you can buy one of their cloth bags. All very civilized. We like the place and will go back there.

Oh, I forgot to tell you. We went into a gift shop on Agricola that is next door to the Hali Deli, a relatively authentic Jewish delitacassen. We stopped going there because there was one waiter who was... not sure what word to use. Indifferent, I guess, in his service. The lady who owned this store extolled the virtues of the deli but when we told her we no longer went there, she sensed the reason why, and told us that the fellow no longer worked there. I hate to hear about people losing their jobs, but in this case, it was likely for the best. He clearly did not want to be there. It showed in his body language and his attitude and demeanor. It is hard to explain, really, but his leaving means that we will likely go back there again sometime. From what I gather, others felt the same way.

Anyway, we kept walking and ended further up on Maynard, where I guess the hq for The Coast is. They had a garage that said "Coast 25" on it, and what seemed to be an office behind the locked door, plus a box containing the latest issue that you could help yourself to. Seems like a pretty funky place to work.

We made our way back to the car and drove to the Superstore to get a few things before returning home and taking that long nap I mentioned earlier.

Slept until dinner time. Kinda logy, I returned upstairs to watch some stuff on the tv with Patricia. Turned in late.

Today was about puttering around the house, and preparing for another week of work.

Aren't you sorry you asked?

I feel badly that I haven't written regularly in recent weeks. This viral thing has really kicked my rear end. I am feeling much better now, though about 30 minutes ago I had a bit of a coughing jag that reminded me that it hasn't quite gone away.

I do promise to try to write more regularly going forward. You can hold me to it. Sort of.

Getting quite late. Turning in.

See you... tomorrow?


Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Post 3848 - Tuesday Night...

How was your day?

Another day in paradise. Patricia worked from home while I drove in. The roads were greasy, so much so that the anti lock brakes kicked in a few times on the way to work.

Work was fun as always. All too soon, and much to my disappointment, the day was over and I reluctantly drove home.

Patricia had spent the day in her home office, the small bedroom upstairs that I cleaned out for her use early in January. I had ordered an adapter from Amazon that connected to the mini dvi port on her tablet and whose output was a choice of female vga, hdmi or dvi. I used vga only because I couldn't find the dvi cable and had a few vga cables kicking around. The sole usb port was hooked up to a usb hub, so she can use an external mouse and keyboard. It sort of gives Patricia the equivalent of a docking station, kind of like the one she has at work. The adapter cost me all of $17, and I already had the usb hub, mouse and keyboard.

Anyway, she is happy that she can work from home and in a home office with roughly the same computer equipment that she has at work.

We had a dinner of left overs. Shortly thereafter, Patricia conked out on the couch while I watched some stuff on Plex.

It is another fun, fun fun day in the life of Bevboy. How do I handle all the excitement?

On that note, I think I will turn in. I may have to take something to calm myself down, since I had such an exciting day!

See you tomorrow.


Monday, February 25, 2019

Post 3847 - Monday Night Ramblings

So, how was your day?

I wish I could say it was a wonderful day. But it was like most any other. Got up. Found something to wear. For a change, it wasn't any of Patricia's clothing. Heeded the weather forecast, which made things sounds as if it would be the worst day ever for driving, in the history of driving. Patricia stayed home, so I got to work by 7:30.

A busy, but mostly uneventful, day at work. Got home before 5 because Patricia had stayed home. She cooked us salmon and brussel sprouts for dinner. After the news was over, we watched "Black KKKlansman". I had not seen a Spike Lee film in quite a few years. I have found him preachy more than entertaining, and I find that kind of pretentious bs to be off putting, and not the type of film I want to watch. But this was mostly a fine film, with more than a bit of humour. It was marred by the last five minutes where for no reason relevant to the storyline, they fast forwarded to 2017 (from the 1970's) and showed some modern day white supremacists, I guess to illustrate that they are still out there, even though we all know that. I recommend this film, but it certainly isn't for everybody.

I am still coughing, but nothing like I used to. I only have to take the puffer once or twice a day now. I must be getting better. He said, hopefully.

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

See you tomorrow.


Sunday, February 24, 2019

Post 3846 - Five Days Later....


Well, I didn't mean not to write for five days. Just turned out that way.

I have been going to bed early most nights, although Friday night I was in the Valley, returning Saturday morning. Which was my birthday.

Yes. Wish me a happy belated birthday.

I am... 55 years old. My goodness. I cannot believe I just wrote that. I am but five years away from being sixty, which scares me even more.

Patricia and I had a roast beef dinner on my birthday, courtesy of a local church. The beef was overcooked and chewy in a way that made me wonder if it was worth all the effort to eat. Spoiler alert: It wasn't.

We mostly stayed in on Sunday, but ventured out this afternoon to get some food. Also checked out the pet store in Tantallon at the Hubley Centre on the off chance that they might sell the litter that Newbie likes so much. Against all odds, they do! And they had quite a few bags of the stuff. From there we went to Otis & Clementines where Patricia bought me a copy of the book "Black KKKlansman".

We made our way over to Superstore before having dinner at the Wing'N It, also in Tantallon. I had the fish and chips, which were good. Patricia had boneless wings with sweet potato fries. We started off with  a pretty good Caesar salad. We had a dessert of fried bread dipped in syrup or something. A Newfoundland delicacy that Patricia knew the name of but I didn't.

We returned home. Newbie loved me for the new cat litter, which I also have to install downstairs. By "happy" I mean that he has looked at me with about 3% less disdain than he normally has for me.

Another three day weekend is behind me. Reality hits in just a few hours when I have to get up and return to work. Where do these weekends go, anyway?

Turning in.

See you tomorrow.


Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Post 3845 - ISO Information

Let's try something a little different this evening.

I am researching a few cases for my Frank series. Perhaps you can help me.

Arlene McLean disappeared from her home in Eastern Passage on September 8, 1999. She went out in the car, and hasn't been seen since. Her car has not been seen since, either.

Crystal Dawn Jack went missing in 1997, although it took anyone a week before they noticed she was gone. In 2002, some surveyors in Lower Sackville found a skull bone, later identified as being Crystal's. The rest of her has never been found. Probably an animal dropped it where it was found.

And Nathan Cross was murdered in North Preston in 2011. His mother was Laura Lee Cross, who was herself murdered.

If you know anything about these cases, please let me know. I guarantee anonymity if you request it. Your best bet is to email me here.

While we are at it, if you know anything about any unsolved crime, such as an arson, or major robbery, or an unexplained death, let me know about that as well. I am trying to expand the scope of my series in Frank to include these and similar things.

Thank you.

See you tomorrow.


Monday, February 18, 2019

Post 3844 - Monday NIght

Hello again, my lovelies.

Wish I could say I did all kinds of things today. But other than some laundry, we didn't do much. We did work our way through the first eight episodes (of ten) of "The Umbrella Academy" on Netflix. It is excellent. We hope to finish watching the series Tuesday evening.

Another weekend is behind us. It is back to reality in the morning. The good news, though, is that I have this coming Friday off, so this is just a three day work week. A Bevboy can get used to this kind of thing.

Oh, before I forget: I will not have an article in the issue of Frank that hits stores this week. Hoping to have one in two weeks. Nothing to do with my editor. Blame me.

Turning in. Long day tomorrow.


Sunday, February 17, 2019

Post 3843 - Three Days Later...

Lots of sleep the last couple of days. Perhaps too much. It is now nearly 12:30AM on Monday morning. I am off work on Monday, so I can afford to have a late night. I imagine I will be awake for another couple of hours. That's fine by me.

We have had a quiet couple of days. Saturday I only went as far as the post office to pick up a parcel and then in the afternoon to cash in the cans that had accumulated in the last couple of months.

The parcel contained magazines I bought off an American acquaintance. They are vintage back issues  of The Saint Detective Magazine. The Saint, if you don't know or recall, was Simon Templar, a vintage Robin Hood-like criminal who also looks after himself financially. The original stories by Leslie Charteris ran from the 1930's through the 1960's. The magazine appeared in the early 1950's and ran for 13 years or so. I now have some issues from that run, where until yesterday, I didn't have any at all.

If you know the character at all, and are of a certain age, you may recall the Roger Moore tv series, or the much later one starring Ian Ogilvy. Or maybe you remember the 1997 Val Kilmer abomination of the Saint. Or maybe you have heard an episode or three of the Saint radio show, starring Vincent Price.

Anyway, each issue contains one, sometimes two, Saint stories. Some of these tales were reprints, and some were new. Other stories were by the writers of the day like Donald E. Westlake, Lawrence Treat, Cornell Woorich, Edward D. Hoch, and so many others.

Here are a few sample covers, to show you what fun awaits me.

Bet you can hardly contain yourselves, wot? Get your own!

There were an awful lot of crime fiction magazines back in the day. The Saint. Manhunt. AHMM, EQMM. Charlie Chan had a mystery magazine for a short while. Mike Shayne's Mystery Magazine was a mag that paid very poorly but didn't care much what writers produced, so long as it featured some crimes and preferably some private investigators. I have about three dozen issues of "MSMM", about 10% of all of them. Several writers popular today got their start there. Even if you discount the pulp magazines of the 1920's-40's, there were plenty of other crime fiction magazines, a couple of which continue to be published.

Heck, if you want a Nova Scotia connection, ex Chronicle Herald hack Dean Jobb now writes an online column for Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine. Here is a link to these articles. You can follow the link to read all of them if you wish.

My interest in crime fiction goes back to when I was 11 and a young man up the hill from us was selling magazine subscriptions from his school. Dad agreed to buy me and my sister a magazine "as long as we read it", as he stated, as money was scarce and he didn't want to see it be wasted. I looked through the catalog listing the offerings and saw something called Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine. The Ellery Queen tv show was on the air that year (starring Jim Hutton and David Wayne) and I loved the show and thought I'd try the magazine.

The first issue I got was the March 1976 one, which I read in one evening, cover to cover, to hell with my homework. But the first issue in the subscription was the February one, delivered to the wrong home. I eventually got it and read it toot sweet as well. Every month, for the balance of the year, I got the latest "EQMM" in the mail, and I would read the issue cover to cover. I developed a love for crime fiction, and in particular, for the short story, which I still feel is an underappreciated literary art form

EQMM got me through some hard times. After the subscription ran out, I could only afford to purchase the magazine at stores from time to time, but by the end of my high school days I had made it a priority to read the magazine on a regular basis again. Sister magazine Alfred Hitchcock never interested me as much, but i have grown to appreciate its charms and strengths over the years and have a few hundred back issues of it. But I have issues of EQMM going back to the mid 1940's, and have long, seldom-interrupted runs of the magazine starting in the mid 1960's through to the issue that came out last week.

I am not sure where I am going with this. I have written about my affection for crime fiction over the years as evidenced by the "ElleryQueen" and "EQMM" labels the blog has. I have told you about this stuff before. But it bears some repetition to tell you about the things that interest me, to let you know that those things still interest me. Just this evening I was sifting through some of the old Alfred Hitchcock anthologies in search of stories written by Jack Ritchie, one of the best short story writers of the 20th century, in my estimation. What that man could produce in, say, 2000 words would take a less skilled writer 10 000 words to do half as well. There are so many other examples of short story writers who can tell a complete story better than some novelist who doesn't know when to stop.

I think I may read a short story before I turn in. So, pleasant dreams, my friends.


Thursday, February 14, 2019

Post 3842 - Getting Better!

I am still coughing, but not nearly as much as I have been. I took the puffer once, this morning. Haven't had a coughing jag in a few days.

Is this bloody cold/virus/cough/whatever, finally in my rear view mirror?

Frig, I hope so.

This particular "whatever" has been very persistent. I have paid my dues. I have tried the patience of everyone around me, with my coughing, for far too long.

After work tonight we went to Halifax Shopping Centre. I wanted a new money clip as I have long since misplaced the last one I had. The "Things Engraved" store had several varieties in stock. I selected one. Patricia took it from me as she wants to buy it for me for my upcoming birthday. It was on clearance, but when it rang through it was less than half the price it was on the box! The lettering we had added cost nearly as much as the clip itself.

It says "BDK", on the front. My initials. And "Bevboy" on the back, for obvious reasons.

We had to wait for the work to be done, so we drove to the Kempt Road Swiss Chalet for a Valentine's Day dinner. I ate too much. We like Swiss Chalet a little too much. Other than my birthday next week, we have promised not to eat out going forward. We have too much food on hand. We are foodies, but we can be foodies at home, with victuals prepared in the Instant Pot or on the stove.

I have been on a course at work the last few days. Wednesday night we did not finish until after six pm. I was fried. We drove home and I turned in early. We finished at 5:30 tonight, which made me happy.

The weekend is nearly here. It will be a three day weekend, as Monday is Heritage Day here. I do not know who is being honoured this year. I just know it isn't me. :-(

You have a good evening, my lovelies. See you tomorrow.


Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Post 3841 - What? You're Still Coughing? Get On With Your Bad Self!

Yeah. Still coughing. Still ticking off everyone around me who's getting sick and tired of my coughing up a lung. Really. Nice.

After work tonight we went back to Costco to pick up a few provisions. I also put twenty bucks in the gas tank. Then Patricia remind me that gasoline goes in the gas tank. I felt really silly, and then angry, because the gas tank refused to give me my money back. Said it was "owed" this money but refused to tell me why. Then the gas tank went off in a huff and I haven't seen it since. So, if you happen to see a gas tank for a 2016 KIA Soul, let me know, okay? There may be a small reward. Twenty dollars or so.

We ate our dinner and watched "The Rookie". Hadn't seen the show in a few weeks and kinda missed it.

We are apparently supposed to get a massive storm over night. I would love to work from home in the morning but I am on a three day online course and I would prefer to take it at work rather than here.

In practice most of these Winter storms fizzle out, but there are enough warnings from all the local weather people that maybe there is something to this one. We will see in about eight hours.

I am going to turn in. I am still worried about the gas tank and hope it shows up during the night. I will keep you informed.

See you tomorrow.


Monday, February 11, 2019

Post 3840 - Yes! Still Coughing! How Did You Guess?

Pretty much says it all. I am still coughing, weeks later. The puffer is sometimes useless. I may as well be taking it orally for all the good it's doing me.

After work tonight we grabbed a meal at the Chinese place in Clayton Park, the one close to the Lawton's Drugs. From there we went to Costco where we got some provisions for the upcoming storm. You know, the one that is supposed to end life as we know it in Nova Scotia.

We were both tired this evening. I am glad I bundled up the cardboard boxes Sunday night, so they can go out Tuesday morning. Along with that is the vegetation that has gone bad around the kitchen. It is a sin to waste food, but sometimes we just misplace stuff and it gets forgotten about. I don't like to make excuses, so I don't.

So, we're supposed to get this terrible storm on Wednesday morning. I am not sure how it will pan out. If it is really bad, I will work from home that day. But I have found that most of the really bad storms are seldom as bad as the weather forecasters around here make them out to be. I remain skeptical until I hear more details.

I am going to turn in for the evening. I have to work a few extra hours tomorrow, plus Wednesday and Thursday. Won't be home until quite late all three nights. You understand.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.


Sunday, February 10, 2019

Post 3839 - Sunday Night Ramblings...

Before you ask: Yes, I am still coughing. I am still taking my puffer. I likely have a case of thrush right now, come to think of it, even though I gargle most times after I take a puff.

We had a quiet day. Slept in. Ate something. Did some work around the house. Got caught up on "Outlander" episodes. I cooked an early dinner.

It is back to the grindstone tomorrow. I don't know where the weekends go. Into the ether, for the most part.

I am going to turn in early. After all, I have to get up early.

See you tomorrow.


Saturday, February 9, 2019

Post 3838 - Still Coughing

Man, will this cough ever go away? I am starting to doubt it.

I have been taking a puffer for more than a week. I am supposed to take it twice a day. I often take it four times a day, pretty much until the coughing goes away. Eventually it does.

We had a pretty good day over all. We decided to do a valley day trip. We left the house mid morning and went to Wolfville to the farmer's market. From there, we had brunch at the Applewood's restaurant. It was a bit awkward. People saw us there who know my sister, and they were not terribly friendly to us. I can't help but think that they slithered over to their house or called them or something this afternoon. Whatever.

We checked out the house this afternoon and hung around long enough to watch a movie, "Real Steel". It was on the hard drive attached to the media player I keep down there. We had never seen it. It had always looked silly, but we were on the edge of our seats this afternoon. You should check out this film if you haven't seen it. If it helps, it has Hugh Jackman in it.

We left the house around 4:30 and grabbed a bite at the sushi place in New Minas. Excellent food as always. From there we went to Noggin's Corner and then to the IGA in Wolfville to to get some victuals. We got home around 7:30. Newbie pretended to be happy to see us before ignoring us.

Tomorrow is Sunday. There is much to be done around this here place. I can hardly wait to get up in the morning and do it.

See you then.


Wednesday, February 6, 2019

Post 3837 - See What I Mean?


I messed up the numbering of the blog posts.


I somehow thought I was still in the 382? series, when in fact it was the 383? series.

How silly of me.

I am the only one who seems to care about the blog post numbers. People who want to take me to task will write me directly or leave a comment or reference the, say, February 4th blog post. I in turn have to turn around and re-read the blog post so I know what they are referring to. It is the circle of life.

I had a quiet day at work. Patricia had an amazing day at work. A project she was managing went very well today, and she is swimming in the accolades. Her boss told her to go home early. It was a whopping 30 minutes early, but even so. It is the thought that counts. We went to dinner at a place that sells fajitas, but they were disappointing so we won't go back there. Too bad. We used to eat there quite often, but the food quality has diminished to the point where we can no longer justify eating there. The fajitas at the place downtown by the library are 100x better.

We watched the news and somehow landed on "My 600lb Life" on TLC. What a sobering show! People who have achieved huge weights discuss their issues and hope against hope that they are elected to receive weight loss surgery from a doctor who clearly doesn't want to be there. We watched the show for two hours tonight. Couldn't take our eyes off it. Shame on us.

Tomorrow is Thursday already. Patricia is taking two days off work. You know what means? Uh... something something something.

See you tomorrow!!


Monday, February 4, 2019

Post 3826 - Would you believe, still ugh?

Yeah. Pretty much sums it up.

I took my puffer this morning, which controlled my coughing for most of the day. But after work, sitting in the car, waiting for Patricia to show up on the bus, I began a coughing jag as violent as any I have experienced since I got sick over the holidays.  I nearly vomited. I took my puffer again, and things returned to normal. Six hours later, the coughing is starting up again. Wonderful. Just wonderful.

We got home and I cut up veggies for our roast beef dinner. It was a blade roast, not my favourite cut at the best of times. Patricia threw everything into the Instant Pot I bought for us for Christmas.

It wasn't very good.

The amount of fat on this normally-fatty piece of meat was nearly off the charts. Even eating the small piece Patricia hacked off for me was a chore, and I very much like roast beef.

We hate to waste food. But we don't want to eat the rest of it, and I'm not sure that this is really food.

The thing is, there is another blade roast in the freezer. We don't really want to cook the thing, for fear it is along the same lines as this one.

Tomorrow I will be having lunch with a friend. Looking forward to it. I promise not to order roast beef!

See you then.


Sunday, February 3, 2019

Post 3825 - Still Ugh!

Slept in this morning. Coughed a lot. Took my puffer and it became less.

Took Patricia to the Tantallon library this afternoon. The folks who make the kimchi that Patricia likes so much were there, talking about the process of fermentation. The room was quite full of interested parties. The people giving the talk had driven in from their home in Canning this morning. That is quite a drive. I am not sure if they were paid for this talk or not. I hope that the library has a budget so that their costs were covered at the very least. They mentioned that they will be doing fewer farmer's markets in the future. Still selling their products at a couple places in the city, but likely just attending the farmer's market in Wolfville from now on. They recognized Patricia because she's always buying their stuff.

We returned home after a quick grocery trip. Patricia was tired so she took a nap. I did some puttering around down here. It has been a quiet Sunday evening around here.

Back to work in the morning. Where do these weekends go, anyway?

See you tomorrow.


Saturday, February 2, 2019

Post 3834 - Ugh

Six days later. Still alive and functioning, more or less. But it's still mostly me going to work and resting as much as possible in the evenings.

Went to the Valley on Friday morning to deal with some stuff. Very pleased with how it turned out.

I returned to the city during the lunch hour. Newbie and Patricia greeted me with a similar amount of enthusiasm. I tried to take a nap and didn't quite succeed. Took a long shower and watched some telly.

I am still feeling off, even though my doctor put me on a puffer the other day. It is treating the symptoms quite well but has a few side effects I'd rather not get into.

I am calling this short, as I need to rest because I will have a busy day on Sunday. Not watching "the big game".

See you tomorrow.


Sunday, January 27, 2019

Post 3833 - What Am I Coughing Up?

Well, how was your day?

I must be on the mend. It is only in the last little while that I am coughing a lot again. I have taken no medication today, either. Not even a cough drop.

Of course, when I do cough, sometimes thing come up. Literally.  Nothing has moved yet, but I keep expecting that to happen.

Didn't do a whole lot today. We are up to episode 8 of season 4 of "Outlander". The show gets more compelling by the week. The producers do little discussions at the end of most episodes. They are alluding more and more to diverging from the books. I am increasingly getting the feeling that watching the show and reading the books would result in significantly different storylines. I almost want to find out. Almost.

It has been a while since I told the story. It bears repeating.

Back in my university days, I took a course in Fantasy. It alternated with a Science Fiction course. The professor had a near obsession with all things King Arthur, so we had to read several such books, and I think I still own them. But we also had to read the Lord of the Rings trilogy.

My. Goodness.

People have been reading LotR for decades and love the series. They re-read them for goodness sake. They hang on the characters and their motivation. They see insights and parallels and metaphors and similes and who knows what else. I just know that the series was a colossal slog for me. Painful. Monotonous. Boring in a way I cannot describe with polite words. I had to buy a book that reminded me of who the characters were and how they fit in the storyline. A few other students in the class agreed with me. Most of them loved the series. I think that even one student, Josh Arnold, now a judge in this province, liked the series.

I will never forget the time I wrote a quiz, much of whose material came from that series. I got a poor mark. The professor helpfully suggested I re-read the series.

Ten or so years later, at science fiction convention somewhere in the Valley (it wasn't Wolfcon, but some other convention, and I cannot recall just where it was), that professor was there. The author who showed up for the con was C.J. Cherryh, a noted fantasy author. We both asked her some questions. He mentioned LotR and how he was sympathetic to the fact that so many people just didn't "get" it. I heartily agreed with him. Afterward the professor spoke to me. He didn't remember me, of course; but I told him about that quiz and his comment and how I was not a violent man but there was no way in hell I was going to read that series again.

Ever since then, all these years later, I have been reticent to read any fantasy-based series, or much fantasy at all, for that matter. We have the first five "Game of Thrones" books here at Casa Bevboy. I bought for Patricia the first... 10 I think it is, volumes in Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series. There are only four more, so I should get them. Oh, and a few prequel novels, apparently. I managed to make my way through the first volume in the never ending "Gunslinger" series by Stephen King, but it put me in a stupor. And then there is the "Outlander" series by Diana Gabaldan, who I am sure is a very nice person.

The point is, reading LotR scarred me for life. It was such a painful reading experience for me that any huge, sprawling book series is so off putting to me that I cannot conceive of reading it. I might have a perfectly good time and fall under the thrall of any of these series, but I am too psychically damaged by that long-ago experience that I cannot for the life of me imagine picking up any other one and giving it a try.

And... now you know.

Time to go to bed. Back to the grindstone.

See you then.


Saturday, January 26, 2019

Post 3832 - Yes! Still Alive!

Pretty much says it all. I have been going to work, but that's about it. Worked on Friday. Went to bed at eight pm.

Got up around 12 hours later. Decided to treat Patricia and me to the breakfast buffet at the Athens Restaurant on Quinpool Road. We got there around 10:45 or something like that, only to discover that they changed their menu recently and dropped the buffet. "Too much food waste. It's gone for good", our server gruffly told us when we asked.

We stayed, of course. We were starving. Patricia had the salmon eggs benny. She reported that there was very little salmon in it. I had the big breakfast: 3 eggs and three kinds of meat, with toast and hashbrowns. It was all right.

Afterward, we drove around a bit. I wanted to find the house where Michael Resk lived at the time of his death. But Halifax changed many of its civic addresses around 1960, and I did not have the new number. I do now...

For those who don't know, Michael Resk was murdered in December of 1955. His death remains unsolved, all these years later. I have found some information about the murder that hasn't been reported in decades. The article that I did and which was published in Frank a couple of years ago yielded a phone call from a woman who told me that he had been killed by a Halifax police officer who was having an affair with the same woman Resk was having an affair with. The cop's son remains active in city affairs to this day. According to this woman, at least. I have my own theories. It is a confounding, even an exasperating, mystery, one which will likely never be solved. Not after all these years.

Anyway, from there we went to the Salvation Army thrift store on Strawberry Hill. Patricia got a few items. I had some books in my hand and... put them back! I bought nothing.

We returned home. I tried to nap but could not. Got up and we watched some tv. Ate a late dinner around 8:30. Watched some "Outlander". Decided to turn in for the evening.

The cough still lingers, like a dude at a party who doesn't realize the party is over and can't take a hint. I have coughing jags which remind me of the ones I had when I first got sick three weeks ago. I am almost impressed by this cold or flu's ability to hang on. Just wish it were someone else who had it.

I am going to turn in. Been awake 15 hours, which is nearly a record for me these days.

See you tomorrow.


Thursday, January 24, 2019

Post 3831 - Sorry for Not Writing!

So, it is three days later. Or four. I forget which...

I am working every day, but crashing hard at night. Wednesday night, I went to bed at 6:30 and barely got up again before 6 this morning.

It is now nearly 10pm. I feel that I will be paying the price for being up so darned late, tomorrow.

Can't wait to shake this cough/cold/flu/demon possession.

See you tomorrow.