The blog returns on Monday. I have not been feeling well this week and working my day job is about all I could handle most days.
See you tomorrow. Sorry for the lack of output lately.
Bevboy
Sunday, July 28, 2019
Sunday, July 21, 2019
Post 3893 - Sunday Night
Still sweltering. Still wringing out my clothes in the vain hope of extracting all the moisture from them. Like that will ever happen.
I emptied out five more boxes of stuff today. Mostly books. A few went into a box to go to the thrift store. Most of them are the type of crime fiction I grew up reading and could never part with. I have dozens of books by Rex Stout, John D. MacDonald, Ross MacDonald, Max Allan Collins, and so many others. I'll bet you haven't heard of any of these guys.
We got outta the house this afternoon. Went to see John Wick 3. Two hours plus in air conditioned comfort. The film was easily the weakest of the three. Endless fights and endless killing with about one tenth of the art and style and dare I say the grace of the first two films. The final fight between John Wick and the main bad guy was reminiscent of the final fight of John Wick 2.
There will be a John Wick 4 in 2021. I do not have high expectations.
Afterward, we drove home. I grilled some hamburgers, finishing just in time for the monsoon to hit. Rained like a bugger for about 20 minutes. Something happened and the power went out for an hour or so. Just what you need during heatstroke season.
Another three day weekend is over. I don't know why these weekends go by so quickly.
I am turning in for the night. 5:30 comes too early.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
I emptied out five more boxes of stuff today. Mostly books. A few went into a box to go to the thrift store. Most of them are the type of crime fiction I grew up reading and could never part with. I have dozens of books by Rex Stout, John D. MacDonald, Ross MacDonald, Max Allan Collins, and so many others. I'll bet you haven't heard of any of these guys.
We got outta the house this afternoon. Went to see John Wick 3. Two hours plus in air conditioned comfort. The film was easily the weakest of the three. Endless fights and endless killing with about one tenth of the art and style and dare I say the grace of the first two films. The final fight between John Wick and the main bad guy was reminiscent of the final fight of John Wick 2.
There will be a John Wick 4 in 2021. I do not have high expectations.
Afterward, we drove home. I grilled some hamburgers, finishing just in time for the monsoon to hit. Rained like a bugger for about 20 minutes. Something happened and the power went out for an hour or so. Just what you need during heatstroke season.
Another three day weekend is over. I don't know why these weekends go by so quickly.
I am turning in for the night. 5:30 comes too early.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Saturday, July 20, 2019
Post 3892 - Four Days Later...
Late Saturday night.
Let's see here. After work on Wednesday I went to the library to research a cold case. We had dinner across the street before returning home, where I worked late into the evening writing the article.
After work on Thursday... well, I pretty much went to bed and slept all night. We were off on Friday.
It had been three days since I had unpacked any boxes so I unpacked three times as many on Friday. The home office is starting to resemble what it was like before the flood. I am determined not to let it reach the point where it did before that.
The heat and humidity around here has been terrible. We are irritable with one another. We have a hard time sleeping. Appetites are off.
Saturday we got up and drove to Gateway Meat Market in Dartmouth. They had the world's greatest sale on cheese and strawberries, two items at opposite ends of the digestive spectrum. We got some of each and returned home.
By early afternoon, I was tired and slept for a few hours while Patricia hulled the strawberries.
I have spent a chunk of the evening down here, where it is slightly cooler; but I know that sleep will be a challenge for us both this evening.
I really will try to write something on Sunday.
Time to wring out my shirt and try to get horizontal for a while.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Let's see here. After work on Wednesday I went to the library to research a cold case. We had dinner across the street before returning home, where I worked late into the evening writing the article.
After work on Thursday... well, I pretty much went to bed and slept all night. We were off on Friday.
It had been three days since I had unpacked any boxes so I unpacked three times as many on Friday. The home office is starting to resemble what it was like before the flood. I am determined not to let it reach the point where it did before that.
The heat and humidity around here has been terrible. We are irritable with one another. We have a hard time sleeping. Appetites are off.
Saturday we got up and drove to Gateway Meat Market in Dartmouth. They had the world's greatest sale on cheese and strawberries, two items at opposite ends of the digestive spectrum. We got some of each and returned home.
By early afternoon, I was tired and slept for a few hours while Patricia hulled the strawberries.
I have spent a chunk of the evening down here, where it is slightly cooler; but I know that sleep will be a challenge for us both this evening.
I really will try to write something on Sunday.
Time to wring out my shirt and try to get horizontal for a while.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Tuesday, July 16, 2019
Post 3891 - A Week Later...
Where have you been?
Busy. Working. Sleeping.
I have been quite diligent, unpacking five or so boxes each night after work. Have found quite a bit of stuff, some of which I had forgotten I had. I this evening found most of my Bevboy's Blog business cards, thousands of them, and they are back in their old home, the very old TV stand that has become a storage thingy in this room.
The carpenters could not put the cherry wood computer desk back together, but their boss sure could. He was here last... Thursday I think it was. Patricia was here and watched the poor man go through contortions to reassemble the desk, including the big piece the carpenters had not bothered with. It was for stability. I am pleased to report that it is is far, far more stable now. And the hutch, which was just resting on the desk haphazardly, is now physically attached to the desk again. Bravo!
But the couch? My goodness. When it was brought back to the house on July 5th, it was in two pieces. I complained. The carpenters came, and then it was in three pieces. A truly sectional couch. The boss guy and the project manager came by on Thursday. While they could fix the desk, they didn't have a clue what to do with the couch. They think there was another section, a missing piece that somehow put the whole thing together. I described the man who disassembled the couch back in May, but I did not remember the couch being in four pieces.
I don't know what will happen next. They said they would try to contact the man who took the couch apart to see if he remembered where he put the missing piece(s), but I haven't heard if that was successful. It has been radio silence from both of them for nearly a week now. The couch is still in the recroom, all broken and stuff. I have contented myself with going through box after box in the hope of eventually going through all of them.
I still haven't got my Plex Media Server up and running yet. The hard drives are all down here and waiting to be hooked up to the computer; but due to Frank deadlines I haven't had a chance yet. Soon. Probably on Friday.
Monday night I slept like a log. I could not stay awake. A day later, here it is, past 10:30; and I am wide awake You'd think I was off tomorrow or something. But no. I have two more days to go in this work week.
I am going to turn in. I will try like a loving duck to write a blog post again on Wednesday. Shame on me, and my lack of productivity on this blog.
See you... tomorrow.
Bevboy
Busy. Working. Sleeping.
I have been quite diligent, unpacking five or so boxes each night after work. Have found quite a bit of stuff, some of which I had forgotten I had. I this evening found most of my Bevboy's Blog business cards, thousands of them, and they are back in their old home, the very old TV stand that has become a storage thingy in this room.
The carpenters could not put the cherry wood computer desk back together, but their boss sure could. He was here last... Thursday I think it was. Patricia was here and watched the poor man go through contortions to reassemble the desk, including the big piece the carpenters had not bothered with. It was for stability. I am pleased to report that it is is far, far more stable now. And the hutch, which was just resting on the desk haphazardly, is now physically attached to the desk again. Bravo!
But the couch? My goodness. When it was brought back to the house on July 5th, it was in two pieces. I complained. The carpenters came, and then it was in three pieces. A truly sectional couch. The boss guy and the project manager came by on Thursday. While they could fix the desk, they didn't have a clue what to do with the couch. They think there was another section, a missing piece that somehow put the whole thing together. I described the man who disassembled the couch back in May, but I did not remember the couch being in four pieces.
I don't know what will happen next. They said they would try to contact the man who took the couch apart to see if he remembered where he put the missing piece(s), but I haven't heard if that was successful. It has been radio silence from both of them for nearly a week now. The couch is still in the recroom, all broken and stuff. I have contented myself with going through box after box in the hope of eventually going through all of them.
I still haven't got my Plex Media Server up and running yet. The hard drives are all down here and waiting to be hooked up to the computer; but due to Frank deadlines I haven't had a chance yet. Soon. Probably on Friday.
Monday night I slept like a log. I could not stay awake. A day later, here it is, past 10:30; and I am wide awake You'd think I was off tomorrow or something. But no. I have two more days to go in this work week.
I am going to turn in. I will try like a loving duck to write a blog post again on Wednesday. Shame on me, and my lack of productivity on this blog.
See you... tomorrow.
Bevboy
Tuesday, July 9, 2019
Post 3890 - Tuesday Night...
Well, I have begun the process of unpacking the boxes. So far I have done two... what do I call them? If it were a spreadsheet, with rows and columns, it would be a column, I suppose. I have done two columns in the front-facing row I think. I am not sure if my spreadsheet analogy works. I have re-written this paragraph four times now.
I open up a box in a column. I have no idea what will be in it. Just a notation that says "books". I open it up, and see what's inside. I found some Stephen King hardcovers from the 1990's, back when I made it a point to purchase SK in hardcover, until I realized that his writing had become so painfully long-winded that these massive books contained far more pages than necessary to tell the story. The example is one that King himself cites as his lowpoint: an overwrought piece of treacle name The Tommyknockers. King said he was stoned out of his gourd when he wrote that novel, and it shows. That book cost him a lot of goodwill with me. But I digress.
I also found some of my Nova Scotia history books. And a bunch of back issues of "Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine" from the 1970's and 1980's. Just random stuff, pulled off the truck in no particular order, and loaded up in the truck from the storage facility in no particular order, where they were place in the storage facility in no particular order, where they were picked up here from the house a couple of months ago in no particular order. The order was shifted so many times that it would be unrealistic for me to expect them to be in any useful order at all.
I work 30-45 minutes every night, for two nights now. At this rate, in a couple of months everything will have been processed. I will have decided what is staying and what is going. A lot of work, but spread out over time.
The carpenters will be here on Wednesday to fix the things that still need to be put together. The lazyboy was put back in one piece by the restoration company, on Monday. But the couch was not. And the project manager says it will be fixed, along with this cherrywood computer desk. I don't have a clue where the bloody hardware is to put the thing back together, but I am sure that any professional carpenter should be able to improvise something to make this a decent computer desk again. As soon as I write this blog post, I will take everything off this desk, including this computer and my beloved model m keyboard, and make sure that the desk is ready for them to do their inevitable magic.
So much work. So little time. So very tired.
Calling it a night. It's a night.
See you tomorrow, I hope, from a restored computer desk!!
Bevboy
I open up a box in a column. I have no idea what will be in it. Just a notation that says "books". I open it up, and see what's inside. I found some Stephen King hardcovers from the 1990's, back when I made it a point to purchase SK in hardcover, until I realized that his writing had become so painfully long-winded that these massive books contained far more pages than necessary to tell the story. The example is one that King himself cites as his lowpoint: an overwrought piece of treacle name The Tommyknockers. King said he was stoned out of his gourd when he wrote that novel, and it shows. That book cost him a lot of goodwill with me. But I digress.
I also found some of my Nova Scotia history books. And a bunch of back issues of "Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine" from the 1970's and 1980's. Just random stuff, pulled off the truck in no particular order, and loaded up in the truck from the storage facility in no particular order, where they were place in the storage facility in no particular order, where they were picked up here from the house a couple of months ago in no particular order. The order was shifted so many times that it would be unrealistic for me to expect them to be in any useful order at all.
I work 30-45 minutes every night, for two nights now. At this rate, in a couple of months everything will have been processed. I will have decided what is staying and what is going. A lot of work, but spread out over time.
The carpenters will be here on Wednesday to fix the things that still need to be put together. The lazyboy was put back in one piece by the restoration company, on Monday. But the couch was not. And the project manager says it will be fixed, along with this cherrywood computer desk. I don't have a clue where the bloody hardware is to put the thing back together, but I am sure that any professional carpenter should be able to improvise something to make this a decent computer desk again. As soon as I write this blog post, I will take everything off this desk, including this computer and my beloved model m keyboard, and make sure that the desk is ready for them to do their inevitable magic.
So much work. So little time. So very tired.
Calling it a night. It's a night.
See you tomorrow, I hope, from a restored computer desk!!
Bevboy
Sunday, July 7, 2019
Post 3889 - Four Days Later
Sigh!
We got our stuff back on Friday. That's the good news.
The bad news is that not everything came back... in one piece. One computer desk, where I'm writing these sub par words, wasn't reassembled correctly. We had a little plastic bag of parts that the movers were supposed to use to put the thing back together. But, well, we don't know where the pouch went. And the pieces were not used to reassemble the desk correctly. There is a piece of the desk wedged between this desk and the other computer desk. Discovered it Friday night.
Also, the lazyboy chair and the reclining couch were not put back together. When they were disassembled we were assured, promised, whatever, that those things would be back in one piece. But they are not.
And a lampshade was broken during storage.
There may be other things. Most of the power cords are in one of the 200 or so boxes in the recroom. I have no idea which one. I had to dig and scrape to find ones that were not in storage, in order to get my desktops up and running again. One cord was literally in the recroom, bundled up and on top of the entertainment centre that houses the big screen tv. Minor miracle. It was the difference between being able to use one of my desktops this evening, and not. But I did get both up and running, which means my print server now works again.
The next step, in the coming days, will be to get Plex up and running again. Most of my power bars are in a box or two somewhere, so I am not sure if I can get everything up and running or not. I will o my best.
Don't believe me when I tell you I have a couple hundred boxes full of... stuff? Here. Feast your eyes on this...
In the third picture, you can see half of my lazyboy chair. Sigh.
I have promised, nay sworn, to Patricia to be careful in selecting what books I'll keep and which ones I'll donate elsewhere. It will not be an easy choice, but I will chip away at it over the coming months, a bit every evening. A couple boxes per night, maybe. I am not sure yet. I will work out a rhythm.
So, while it was nice to get our stuff back, we are not happy with the haphazard way some of the work was done. We have no knowledge of how to reassembled our furniture for one thing.
It will look worse before it starts to get better.
But I gotta admit: it sure is nice to have my model m keyboard again. I have missed it. And... maybe it's time to get some newer computer desks. Maybe. Or get out the old duct tape and hold the hutch in place.
So much to do. Something to think about... tomorrow.
See you then.
Bevboy
We got our stuff back on Friday. That's the good news.
The bad news is that not everything came back... in one piece. One computer desk, where I'm writing these sub par words, wasn't reassembled correctly. We had a little plastic bag of parts that the movers were supposed to use to put the thing back together. But, well, we don't know where the pouch went. And the pieces were not used to reassemble the desk correctly. There is a piece of the desk wedged between this desk and the other computer desk. Discovered it Friday night.
Also, the lazyboy chair and the reclining couch were not put back together. When they were disassembled we were assured, promised, whatever, that those things would be back in one piece. But they are not.
And a lampshade was broken during storage.
There may be other things. Most of the power cords are in one of the 200 or so boxes in the recroom. I have no idea which one. I had to dig and scrape to find ones that were not in storage, in order to get my desktops up and running again. One cord was literally in the recroom, bundled up and on top of the entertainment centre that houses the big screen tv. Minor miracle. It was the difference between being able to use one of my desktops this evening, and not. But I did get both up and running, which means my print server now works again.
The next step, in the coming days, will be to get Plex up and running again. Most of my power bars are in a box or two somewhere, so I am not sure if I can get everything up and running or not. I will o my best.
Don't believe me when I tell you I have a couple hundred boxes full of... stuff? Here. Feast your eyes on this...
In the third picture, you can see half of my lazyboy chair. Sigh.
I have promised, nay sworn, to Patricia to be careful in selecting what books I'll keep and which ones I'll donate elsewhere. It will not be an easy choice, but I will chip away at it over the coming months, a bit every evening. A couple boxes per night, maybe. I am not sure yet. I will work out a rhythm.
So, while it was nice to get our stuff back, we are not happy with the haphazard way some of the work was done. We have no knowledge of how to reassembled our furniture for one thing.
It will look worse before it starts to get better.
But I gotta admit: it sure is nice to have my model m keyboard again. I have missed it. And... maybe it's time to get some newer computer desks. Maybe. Or get out the old duct tape and hold the hutch in place.
So much to do. Something to think about... tomorrow.
See you then.
Bevboy
Wednesday, July 3, 2019
Post 3888 - Wednesday Night Stuff
Hello again.
Sorry I haven't written in the last week. Been dealing with a lot of stuff.
The thing that still sticks in my craw is how our things were supposed to be delivered by the moving company this past Friday. They didn't show up and I have yet to hear an explanation as to why. The people doing the work to remediate the flood offered to move stuff for us, but I would not hear of it. Not their job. Nice of them to offer, though.
So the latest is that the moving company will be here on Friday morning. I have to work that day. No two ways about it. But Patricia will be here. The number of boxes will be horrific. It will take us a few months to go through them and decide what stuff to keep and what stuff to toss. There are two computer desks that have to be reassembled and put in their place in this room. I am hoping that once everything settles and we have determined what we will keep and what we will toss, that it will look better here. But it won't be looking nice for a while.
Anyway, the flood stuff is nearly dealt with. This final move will be about it. It just remains to be presented with the bill for the deductible and that will be that with that.
The four day Canada Day weekend went by too quickly. I spent more than a few hours working on the next cold case article for Frank. I was able to interview family members this time so I have plenty of previously-unreported material to share with my readers. I just now finished writing the article and sent it off to my editor. It will be published next week in the magazine.
I have some ideas for my next next article, but nothing concrete yet. So if you want to send along a suggestion, I'm listening.
I am going to call it a night. I am going to tell you as well, once again, with feeling, that I want to get this blog back on a daily schedule. I feel badly that I haven't written regularly lately. Blogs are meant to be nourished on a regular basis with fresh content, and I have been sorely negligent in that regard lately. Shame on Bevboy!
You guys have a good evening. Talk at you... tomorrow!
Bevboy
Sorry I haven't written in the last week. Been dealing with a lot of stuff.
The thing that still sticks in my craw is how our things were supposed to be delivered by the moving company this past Friday. They didn't show up and I have yet to hear an explanation as to why. The people doing the work to remediate the flood offered to move stuff for us, but I would not hear of it. Not their job. Nice of them to offer, though.
So the latest is that the moving company will be here on Friday morning. I have to work that day. No two ways about it. But Patricia will be here. The number of boxes will be horrific. It will take us a few months to go through them and decide what stuff to keep and what stuff to toss. There are two computer desks that have to be reassembled and put in their place in this room. I am hoping that once everything settles and we have determined what we will keep and what we will toss, that it will look better here. But it won't be looking nice for a while.
Anyway, the flood stuff is nearly dealt with. This final move will be about it. It just remains to be presented with the bill for the deductible and that will be that with that.
The four day Canada Day weekend went by too quickly. I spent more than a few hours working on the next cold case article for Frank. I was able to interview family members this time so I have plenty of previously-unreported material to share with my readers. I just now finished writing the article and sent it off to my editor. It will be published next week in the magazine.
I have some ideas for my next next article, but nothing concrete yet. So if you want to send along a suggestion, I'm listening.
I am going to call it a night. I am going to tell you as well, once again, with feeling, that I want to get this blog back on a daily schedule. I feel badly that I haven't written regularly lately. Blogs are meant to be nourished on a regular basis with fresh content, and I have been sorely negligent in that regard lately. Shame on Bevboy!
You guys have a good evening. Talk at you... tomorrow!
Bevboy
Post 3887 - Sigh
A week between blog posts?
So much to talk about.
Will talk about that stuff, this evening.
Bevboy
So much to talk about.
Will talk about that stuff, this evening.
Bevboy
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