Wednesday, 22 March 2017

Short road trip

Yesterday I crowed about how it was such a lovely day and sure enough last night it was windy, cold and there was some snow. I do hope which ever deity that is in charge of the weather will see fit to let spring finally bloom with consistence.  

When my wife announced that she was off for her appointment in the semi big city I thought what the heck and asked if I could tag along. Earlier that morning I had received the latest flyer from Princess Auto about their latest "block buster mega sale." As it turned out one of the items I was holding off getting was on sale for much less then I wanted to spend. I had been looking for a set of tail lights for the new/old trailer that I'm rebuilding. The lights were fifty percent off so I jumped at the chance to pick them up. 
 
On the way down the traffic was light which was a good thing. Even though the weather Gods haven't made up their minds about spring the construction people have. Several areas along the highway were under repair which caused the meager traffic to slow.   

We arrived at the physio place where my wife graciously surrendered control of our automobile to me and I took off for Princess Auto. A few minutes later there it was, standing tall and proud, a store cheapskates and do it yourself Red Green kinda guys love... Princess Auto. 

I took this pic while driving knowing full well it would make a do-gooder cry.

I pulled into the parking lot and a feeling of goodness swept over me, I was about to enter a store full of "man stuff." On the way in I noticed they were giving away hot dogs so I promised myself one on the way out. No time for food now, I was on a mission. 

Once inside I went to the trailer lighting area and grabbed a pair of lights, that done it was over to the windshield wipers. I picked up a replacement for the wiper on the driver's side of the truck. When we were coming in to town earlier my wife had flicked on the wipers which made a hell of a noise. Upon closer inspection I saw that the blade was broken and I mentally put wiper blade on my short list of things to get. 

I cruised the isles until the time to go warning I had set my phone went off. I went outside only to find the hot dog give away had ended. Oh well I had got what I had came for so all was right with my world. As it turned out the lack of hot dogs would prove to be a good thing.

After picking my beloved up we made a hasty exit of the semi big city. While on the highway I commented that it would be nice to grab lunch to go at The Burger Pit but it probably wouldn't be open. Ever the eagle eyed person my wife is, as we drove by The Burger Pit she commented there were cars in the lot. Upon closer inspection, or as close as one can do while hurtling down a highway at speeds approaching mach, we noted the open sign. On went the turn signals and the brakes and in we went. 

The owners were there and greeted us with smiles. After catching up with the owners  we placed our order. Once the food was done and packed we took off for home. I have to say they make a great burger with the only disappointment being the end of the eating experience. 

Bye for now, I'll post later if something strikes my fancy or tomorrow which ever comes first. 
 


Tuesday, 21 March 2017

Spring, day 2...

I was up today at the crack of... well I was up a little earlier than I normally am. The sun was out with the sky being very blue, but in a happy way. I know we are only a day in but it feels like spring. Now having said that I'm sure that by the weekend we will have another bout of snow.

Yesterday I took care of a little chore that was a holdover from the day before. On Sunday afternoon we went into wannabe the big town and did a little shopping. My wife picked up some items that I had forgot on my previous visit. Note to self: start making a list.

One of the things we always pick up when it's on sale is meat and poultry. On this trip chicken breasts were on sale as was stewing beef so we picked up two large packs. After lunch was done I dragged out the vacuum sealer, made bags then portioned out the chicken and beef. After marking down the contents (nothing like cooking mystery meat for a meal) I stuffed the bags and vacuum sealed them. Once this was history the packages of meat were off to the freezer. 
 
A while back my bro W told me a few of the nieces and nephews have this vacuum sealer technology but don't use it. Silly millennials, they haven't learned yet that it is always better to be food rich then money rich. While you can eat a hundred dollar bill, the plastic currency we use today will not digest well.  


Later in the day my cell phone wrote me a little message. The message from my cell phone told me there wasn't enough space for updates and I got a little pissed. The major culprit was the amount of crap that the maker and cell provider added to the bundle. So I dived into the world wide web looking for a solution. After a frustrating hour or so I managed to root the phone. What that means is that I took control of the phone's guts. Then I proceeded to get rid of the bloatware. Now the phone is running fine and a lot of crap is gone.   

Today is going to be a peaceful one. My wife is off to see her bone breaker and I'm going to take a hike to the coffee shop for... hummm lets see... coffee.

Until tomorrow (unless something worth blogging about comes up) bye-bye.

Monday, 20 March 2017

Spring has sprung

Well here we are, winter is finally done and spring has come and not a moment too soon. I'm suffering from cabin fever. I really want to get out and get some projects done. Ironically when I got up this morning there was a light, and I do mean light dusting of snow on the ground. I'm hoping this is winter's last gasp but we are in March which is a changeable month weather wise.

Spring has sprung and the melt is on, I wonder how long until this accursed snow is gone.
On the weekend I had a project forced upon me. Through no fault of my own the latch assembly on my easy chair went south. One of the things I do is sit and surf from the comfort of my easy chair. Saturday evening I sat down to peruse the web from the comfort of my easy chair. Upon placing my big glutomas maximus in the chair I pulled on the release latch for the foot rest as I have done countless times and nothing happened. I tried again and nada so there I was sitting with a feeling of dread in a non functioning lazy boy. 

The release latch,
sort of like an
ejection lever.
First I flipped the chair up to take a look at the underside and see if I could get at the mechanism that way... When this didn't work, I looked at the side of the chair and, seeing some screws that held the latch cover on, took the cover of the latch assembly off. Poof, out popped the guts of the latch. With the guts of the latch assembly in hand I assessed the situation then effected repairs. After drilling a hole in the latch, I fed the cable through and then through a washer so the cable wouldn't get pulled back out of the hole. Once this was done I reassembled the chair and presto we don't have to replace the lazy boy. As Red Green would say "If the women don't find you handsome, they should at least find you handy."

Until tomorrow or if any other adventures should rear their ugly heads, be seeing you. 

Saturday, 18 March 2017

Posting will resume on Monday

I'm taking the weekend off and I promise to return to the grind of blogging on Monday.  Until this please enjoy this pretty pic...


Remember when you look at this pic, Monday will be the start of spring. See you then...


Friday, 17 March 2017

What a difference forty eight hours makes

Roughly forty eight hours ago I went into town for a few items and to get out of the house for an hour or so. On the way home I noted a long lineup of red neck Cadillacs with drivers waiting their turn to go out and drag fish huts off the ice. A short time ago I went into town again to pick up a few things, grab some lunch and get the stink blown off.

One last hut sits
like a little lost waif
On the way home I passed the same spot where the sides of the road were clogged with trucks so I said to myself "Self, this would make a cool comparison photo" and I stopped to take the picture.

Today there was only one straggler left at the boat launch. All the rest of the huts were long gone to parts unknown. 

After taking the photo I drove a little further to where I took the second photo, the one with the pickup with the snowmobile trailer that was sitting on the ice. It looks like that truck is also history. The nice thing about all this is that spring is coming and sooner or later all this accursed snow will be gone.

Just a wonderful day
to be out and about

Happy St. Paddy's Day

My kind of Irish
Today is St. Patric's day, a time where even if you're not Irish you get to hoist a pint of green beer. Personally, even though I have an Irish heritage, I've never been into green beer. Just the thought of when it comes back up after you've had too much is enough to turn me off. 

Thanks to the long Irish diaspora when the Irish fled to all parts of the globe, St. Patric's day is celebrated all around the world. Some of the exodus was caused by famine, some by war, some because of betrayal. It's no wonder that today the Irish around the world are known for their temper with all this group has been through over the centuries. 


The Bridge of Tears in West Donegal, Ireland.

The plaque at the Bridge of Tears
"Family and friends of the person leaving for foreign lands
would come this far. Here was the separation.
This is the Bridge of Tears"
When I think of the Irish and what they've gone through I can't help but think of the term "Irish Democracy" coined by James Scott in his book, “Two Cheers for Anarchism“: 
Quiet, anonymous, and often complicitous, lawbreaking and disobedience may well be the historically preferred mode of political action for peasant and subaltern classes, for whom open defiance is too dangerous…. One need not have an actual conspiracy to achieve the practical effects of a conspiracy. More regimes have been brought, piecemeal, to their knees by what was once called “Irish Democracy” — the silent, dogged resistance, withdrawal, and truculence of millions of ordinary people — than by revolutionary vanguards or rioting mobs.
When a group has been beaten down as often as the Irish yet manage to get back up and fight on they are a force to be reckoned with. So when you think of your Irish heritage, real or imagined, think of this... 




Now get out there and hoist a glass. Happy St. Paddy's Day!  

Thursday, 16 March 2017

Would you like some whine to go with these links?

As I sit here I can just feel the cloud of doom settle over my shoulders. My wife has a cold and since we live together I will, no doubt, catch her cold. Normally this would not be an issue. I would just whine, moan, bitch and complain like all the other tough men do until the clod had been vanquished. This time it's a little more serious, in a few short weeks I'm going under the vibrator for extracorporeal shock wave lithotripsy (say that 3 times fast) to take care of a kidney stone That pesky stone has caused me no end of grief and I want it gone but if I walk in with a cold they may just say "don't call us, we'll call you." Sadly I'm feeling the first signs of a cold coming on and I am not a happy camper. 

It could be worse,
at one time the standard treatment for any sickness was bloodletting.
Well that's about all the whining I wish to share with you this lovely day. And I do say lovely because even though it's still below freezing, the sun is out and the sky is a perfect blue. 

Here are a few links for you to mull over...

Looks like Mother Nature has gotten into the St Patrick's Day mood with this display

Something I learned a long time ago, banks are not your friends and this just reinforces that fact. Sadly a lot of people haven't figured this out and as a result there's a lot who are going to get hurt in the near future because of their trust in bankers. 

TPP was envisioned as a way to keep the Chinese in check. Now, thanks to Trump walking away, the Chinese are getting stronger by filling the gap Americans left when they turned their backs on the deal. Politics , like nature, hates a vacuum.

It's ironic that while the Canadian government pushes forward with free trade around the world Canadians don't have free trade yet between the provinces.  

Looks like the Republicans have got themselves into the quintessential no win scenario over health care. 

Looks like somebody forgot to tell the navy that coffee brake's over in the Mediterranean. 

This reminds me of my short stint aboard a destroyer. At night looking aft from the flight deck one could see a glowing trail kinda like what these beach goers are facing.   

And with that I have to run, TTFN.
 

Wednesday, 15 March 2017

Ice huts go bye bye

After I posted the Ides of March thing earlier I started to curs this personal confuser of mine. It suddenly became slower than molasses running up hill in winter. I said the heck with it and plaid my game for a bit then it was time to shut the beast down. That was when the reason for the slow down reared it's ugly head. The wizards at Microsoft had chosen that time to do a major update.

Time to get the hut off
Once the update was done and the personal confuser returned to my control I turned it off and went into town for a few sundries. It was a little more crowded in town but that was to be expected for we are right in the middle of March break. This is when all the schools close for a week and the kids get a mini vacation.

There's always one guy...
On the way home I went the back roads and was reminded about another thing today, March 15th, stands for. March 15th is "get your huts off the ice" day for the lake I live near. As I drove by one of the boat ramps I noticed around a dozen trucks all lined up to go fetch ice huts. Of course being the intrepid blogger I am and always looking for something to write about, I stopped and took a couple of photos.

One of the nice things about seeing the huts being dragged off is it reinforces the fact that by hook or by crook spring is slowly coming. Oh how I really want this winter to end.

 

The Ides of March

Today is the fifteenth of March also known as the Ides of March. In honour of this auspicious occasion I present to you Rinse the Blood Off My Toga by Wayne and Shuster. 

Enjoy...


Posting of the regular blog material will resume later...

Tuesday, 14 March 2017

Na Na you missed me...

First let me start today's blog by wishing everyone out there a very happy Pi Day. It March 14th or 3.14 which is the opening for the pi equation. 

Yesterday started with a little foreboding deep down in the back recesses of my mind. Aside from the worry about the pain I was going to endure (yes I'm a suck) when I went for the stress test plus the anxiety of dealing with my family GP, there was the weather. 

While getting the stress test done was a little on the pain filled side it wasn't as bad as my subconscious thought it would be. Dealing with the GP was also not as bad as I made out it would be. As I learned years ago, in the absence of major problems minor ones tend to step in and be blown up to fill the void. I guess it works the same for fears.Once again we see that when faced with events of an unknown nature, my mind tends to fill the unknown with little nagging fears. For me these small fears tend, over time, to grow into monsters under the bed.

One of those little nagging fears was yesterday's weather. I know I should never listen to the weathertainers and their doom and gloom predictions but these prognostications were just to good to ignore. They predicted up to thirty centimeters (11.5 inches) of snow on the ground by this morning. Flights were canceled, trips postponed, food and other supplies were stockpiled but in the end where I'm located the storm missed. Not to say the storm was just a flash in the pan, it did cause (and is still, as of this writing, causing) some serious issues south of the border. As for me it missed and that's all I care about. 

That little red dot is where I am and the blue is all sorts of nasty.
I was up this morning with the expectation of climbing into my snow gear and dragging out the snow blower for one last kick at the can. To my delight I looked out and saw this... 


Well so much for the end of the world snow dump in my neck of the woods. I find it ironic that the further south you go the more the snow hit. It tickles my funny bone to think how the gang who couldn't shoot straight down in the big city of Toronto got hammered and we up here in the "snow belt" didn't get belted. 

Time to go out and pick up the trash bins and yes, the trash guys were late as I suspected they would be. Later, if I can talk my wife into it, we'll go in to town for a coffee, but for now Earth abides.



Monday, 13 March 2017

Lots of running today

I was in bed rather early for me last night, having crawled under the covers around eleven in the PM. I turned in early because today is going to be a "non stop running around" kind and I had to be up early. Of course my subconscious, kidder that it is, had to get me up at a little after four. On the plus side I managed to get the trash out on time for a change which means the trash guys will be late. 

Today I get to head down to the semi big city and see two, yes two, doctors. First on the hit parade will be a cardiologist. While visiting him I will do a stress test where my ticker get to thump at one hundred and fifty beats or more a minute. On the plus side, and there is a small bright side to this, if I have the big one I'll already be at the doctor's office.  

Once the Marquis de Sade has finished with me if I have time I'll grab some lunch then its off to my family doctor. Once in his clutches I suspect, after he tells me the state of disrepair I'm in, he will read me the riot act. Then I shall spring on him the test requirements that the hospital has decreed I have done before the bolder sized kidney stone gets zapped in a few weeks. To say I'm looking forward to being rid of that stone is an understatement. 

I see over the past few days I've been guilty of neglect regarding posting links so here are a few for you to enjoy. 

A long time ago I read a novel called Dune written by a gentleman named Frank Herbert. The whole plot revolves around control of a planet (Dune) where a product called spice is produced. Little did I know that in reality there would ever be a product called spice being produced with all the bad to go along with it.  

I guess that when it comes right down to it I don't have the trust in my fellow man to do this

I guess the cops have to get their last licks in before pot becomes legal but in my view their actions stink.

While I'm glad they caught this guy, this should never have happened in the first place. If this woman had been my wife the guy who used the crowbar would never live to see trial. Oops, was that my outside voice? 

Throw popcorn on me will ya? Well I'll show you... BLAM!

So this is the guy you can thank for all the goodness of the world wide web. Mind you he thinks the WWW can be improved and I agree with his view. 

I was curious to see the results so I did this and was very surprised to find malware on my phone.  

Got to run, things to do doctors to see...

Sunday, 12 March 2017

Time and the law of unintended consequences


I was up this morning an hour later than I usually am. Why, you ask? Well last night at 2 in the morning the clocks in my neck of the woods were supposed to skip an hour forward. When I did get up I went around the cabin and changed the clocks to reflect that we were now on Daylight Savings Time. As I changed the clocks, all four of them. I couldn't help but smile because this act reminded me of days gone by. 

Once upon a time I used to hate these time changes.

I remember the days when I still worked for a living and the time changes were a real pain in the butt. Strangely I never worked night shift for the spring forward time change but always the fall backwards one. The way it was done was if you worked the spring forward time change you were paid for twelve hours even though you only worked eleven. Then in the fall when the fall back time change took place there was no pay for the extra hour worked because of the freebie in the spring. In reality the guys in the fall (like me) were screwed while the guys in the spring got the benefit. The only thing I used to get out of the spring time change was getting up an hour earlier to go to work. 


The supervisors and the manager knew the time changes were screwing over one group for the betterment of another. To make up for this, the supervisor of the guys who worked the thirteen hour shift would give the guys a chance to take an hour off some time during the next month. This time off was off the books and everybody was happy. Then around two years before I retired “it happened.”

I wasn't on the shift that worked the fall back time change that year. A guy with the nickname of Bone Crusher (figures, right?) who worked the time change had the bright idea to put in for overtime. The supervisor was off so the lead hand said what the heck and put the request through. That was when the fecal matter hit the air moving device. The department manager got hold of the over time request and asked why. After being told what usually takes place (in reality he knew but turned a blind eye) he said this wasn't proper and was an act of fraudulent timekeeping. Thus the act of getting the off the books time off for the gang who worked thirteen hours was ended. Now the fall guys get an hour at time and a half and the spring guys have to use up some of their vacation time to make the books balance. This was what is commonly known as the law of unintended consequence. 

Bye for now...

Saturday, 11 March 2017

Oh what a lovely day

This morning started to the sound of my wife, who got up before me, making coffee. The sun was out and the sky was blue plus there was the obligatory snow squall warning from Environment Canada. Oh how I am so looking forward to the day when it's warm enough to sit on the deck and sip a coffee at the start of the day. 

For the last few days I have been compiling a series of projects that I will be on to when the weather gets nice enough to go outside without a parka. The first project on the list is the rehabilitation of my late Father-in-law's large suitcase. 


When items were being distributed to the family after his passing a few of them weren't wanted by anyone. This suitcase was one of the not wanted items. I looked at it and thought it was just too cool to let go and it reminded me of him. For the last few years the suitcase has sat in our storage room while I mulled over ideas about what to do with it. So now the game plan is to install an inside frame and add short coffee table length legs and cover the inside with green felt. Then I will use it to store all the board games we have and it will also be a coffee table.



 

Friday, 10 March 2017

Blast from the past...

My wife wasn't feeling that hot last night so she retired to bed early (for her that is) around eleven. As for me I hung on for another half hour until I could not resist the call from the Land of Nod no longer. Tired as I was once I hit the sack sleep would not come. I just couldn't get comfortable no matter how I twisted and turned. The bed is a queen and with the three if us (me, my wife and our cat) there really isn't as much room to sleep as one would expect. One thing that kept running through my mind was that my tossing and turning was keeping my wife awake. This morning I asked how well she slept and much to my surprise she told me she had slept well.

While in the basement yesterday taking a few measurements for an upcoming project, I checked the water softener. It looked like there ain't that much n the Kenitico as there should be so get salt went on the honey-do list. Don't get me wrong, I really like the water softener we have but it does go through the salt faster than I would like.

The cabin smells nice, our cleaning ladies have done there biweekly task and everything is fresh and new.

After a little lunch I took a trip into town for a visit to Home Depot. The object of the game was to pick up some water softener salt for the Kenitico. After traipsing down a few isles and not finding anything I did the unman thing and asked directions. As opposed to being with the water softeners in the store where I had been looking the salt was piled in a heap at the store exit. Meh, I could use the exercise anyway.

I picked up 4 bags, paid the lady at the cash and left. I had just got on to the ramp for the highway when I noticed a blue Sunbird in the ditch. Being in the ditch wasn't the problem the issue was that the car was upside down and there was nobody standing around so I stopped. At the same time as my stopping some other vehicles were pulling over to lend assistance.

I went to the drivers side and popped the door. Inside the car were a pair of ladies hanging upside down. I talked to them for a few seconds to make sure they were not in any serious trouble injury wise then I called the cops. I have to say that the response time was great, the police were on scene withing 4 minutes and the fire truck was about a minute behind. I briefed the officer as to who I was, what I had seen and what I had done. Seeing there was no need to stick around since the situation was well in hand, I took off for home.

One thing I will say right up front is that this was a blast from the past for me. I have never enjoyed the action of emergency calls and this reminded me of that fact. I will not hesitate to lend a hand but I'm not a glory hound looking for the adventure.

That's it from me for now.