Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Good thing for Youtube.

Or I would have been heading back to Costco.

First of all, I’m not very trusting when it comes to after market parts,  and how they’re supposed to fit “according to the list”.  Which is the reason why I didn’t buy a pair of wiper blades for the Merc when I first saw them. 

My actual agenda was to pick up a couple new smoke detectors. 

When I was making the rounds a few weeks back at “time change”,  I realised that there was one that I had installed in 2000.  It was still working.  I think.  Tested OK,  but they’re really only meant to be around for 10 years or so. 

So I put it on the list.

There’s really is no list.  Which is why it was “several weeks ago”.



I don’t expect you to make sense of that picture above.  I’m just showing it because, that’s the instructions.  There’s no other language there,  that’s all English.

And the only reason that I bothered to open the instructions was,  each detector came with this tiny little pin, and I couldn’t figure out if it was of any significance.

It wasn’t. 

Some sort of “tamper proof” pin.  Whatever.  I’m not going to be tampering with the bloody smoke detectors,  otherwise why would I bother putting them up?

Anyway,  I think there’s some CYA going on there, because they explain everything.  Like,  dead spots.  Apparently there are certain places where smoke doesn’t go? 

Doubt it.

Anyhoodle,  while Travelling Companion was in for her “Pre-Op”  (and it did take a couple hours) I went back for wipers.

Damned if I could get them to fit.  Or make sense of all the little extra pieces.  So I just figured I was beat,  and would call up the place where I got our oil changed,  and take my lumps.



But wait!  There’s the internet.

Didn’t want to order anything from any of the online vendors,  but there was a video.  Bit of a lousy video really,  but there was a hint there of a part that I didn’t realise I had.  And that was the thing.  So the new wipers are on the car,  and I didn’t have call anyone or possibly go to the stealership.


While I’m here,  have you seen what’s going on in Buffalo??

Again,  let’s go to Youtube.  They say they might get up to SEVEN FEET of snow.

Holy cr*p!



Gotta love that “Lake effect snow”. 

T.C. and I experienced that phenomenon once,  but that’s another story.  I’ll never again stay at a Day’s Inn,  and that’s all I’ll say about that.

Wuz the winter of ought one. 

But let’s not go there.


Keep your trousers done up.


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Monday, November 17, 2014

It was bound to happen.

We got our first snowfall.

And isn’t it wonderful!

Now,  I should mention at this point,  especially to those who may have arbitrarily drifted on through here and who are not aware of just how my pea brain is scrambled,  that there may be a hint of sarcasm there?

Of better yet,  say those words right after you’ve let off a little gas,  and you’re not quite sure whether or not you might have crapped in your underpants.  

That’s as close as I can get without being overly graphic.




It’s OK though.  Really.  We don’t have to go out there with the crazies,  who find themselves running late after having lined up at the Tim Horton's drivethru. 

Have you seen some of those line-ups?  That can’t be an efficient use of your commuting time. 

We did make our way through a Tim Horton’s drivethru at one point this morning,  and that was only because by that time it was too late to go anywhere for breakfast.  There was nary a soul in front of us,  so that was a breeze.

Which is more than I can say for Travelling Companion’s “stress test” this morning.

The test itself started right on schedule,  but then we somehow got lost in a sea of incompetence afterwards,  when we were asked to “just wait for a few minutes”  until the results were ready.  Or something like that.

You know,  it’s a funny thing,  but after about an hour and a half of waiting,  I was beginning to have a better understanding of the concept of euthanasia. 

I mean,  if my later years are going to be spent waiting in Doctors offices,  then I can see how one might look forward to “Sweet Death”. 

There was the offer of an excuse,  but it was pretty f**king lame.

Apparently (and I’m paraphrasing here) “it didn’t come up on the computer.”  “You should have knocked on my door”. 

Say what?

You mean,  you don’t know who is in your office?  And who are you, anyway? 

Like we’re supposed to know.  Maybe next time I’ll just go throughout the office (it was quite the labyrinth) and just knock on all the doors?  That should be really swell. 

The doctor was blindly out of the loop, since he seems to rely on his assistant to bring in the next contestant.

There’s more than one “service” being offered at this place, so patients are coming and going.  Some are there for allergies.  Some are there for EEGs.  It’s a mixed bag.  They were all getting called.  Some of them over and over again.  We just sat there.

Back in the day when we were using the equivalent of a Commodore 64 for all our computing needs,  I might have let that one slide.  But I’m sorry, these days there’s no excuse, so don’t blame your ineptness on some “computer”.   Not overly impressed.

Travelling Companion was really close to getting up and walking out.  I was fine either way, because I didn’t want to be the instigator,  but I was starting to get a little peckish towards 10 a.m.   And we had been there since well before 8:30.

Wishing for death. 

Or maybe just a muffin.


Travelling Companion tells me that the doc was matter of fact,  so there wasn’t much of a feel for his “bedside manner”,  but it’s understandable how a person might not be overly thrilled with the whole experience?

And that’s when you start to wonder about those reviews.

But let’s not be digging up subjective BS.   I never saw the guy face to face,  so I have no opinion.  He could be the next best thing to Jesus raising the dead.  Or he could be a total horse’s hind end. 




We’ll be making another trip in the morning.  This time it’s back to the hospital for, “Pre-Op”.   They say, “three to four hours”.  


I did a “Pre-Op” once upon a time for a hernia,  and I think it was maybe an hour start to finish. 

I’m going to “opt” out of this one.  I’ve offered to drive,  drop her off,  and go back and fetch her.  We’ll also save on parking that way.

We’ll see how that goes.


Keep your socks pulled up.


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Saturday, November 15, 2014

Decided today was the day.

I’ve been putting off a little chore for way too long,  and figured I’d better just do it.

Of course, it could have been just a wee bit warmer today,  and that wouldn’t have bothered me one bit, but it was fine.

Meanwhile, a couple other little tidbits.

Travelling Companion and I had to go to “class” on Thursday in light of her upcoming knee surgery.  I’m considered her “care giver”, so that meant I get roped into these things.  It was at Joseph Brant hospital.

Was there something in the marriage vows?  My memory’s a bit dim.  I remember that “until death do you part” business,  but I don’t remember the part where I had to sit through two painful hours of the worst dog and pony show I’ve ever had to witness in my life. 

Oh, just a sec.  Maybe it was that whole, “in sickness and in health” part?

But I think that’s a stretch.

Anyway, I know I muttered something about “Antiques Road Show” at one point,  when I saw the old TV, VCR and (oh my!) a DVD player that was going to be part of the “presentation”. 

That got a bit of a chuckle from the ladies in front of us. 

Other than that,  I tried my damnedest to keep my mouth shut.  For the sake of Travelling Companion.

So there was a nurse,  a pharmacist and a physio-therapy type person.

All three walked into a bar.

No wait,  that’s another story.

Never mind.

They proceeded to explain things to us that we could all see written down in front of us.  The only part that was of any use was measuring to see what size walker would be needed.  And that was at the very end.  Could have just blown in for that one,  and saved on parking fees.

I have to say that, towards the end I began to realise painfully, the real reason they felt the need to have one of these sessions is,  folks be stupid.

That’s all.  No more,  no less. 

There were a couple rather obvious examples in that room. 

I mean, when the professionals who are a part of this whole ordeal are there to offer their advise?  Take it.

Or better yet, shut up and take it! Gah!

You’re perfectly welcome to do whatever the hell you want, but that doesn’t mean they necessarily think it’s a good idea.  I really wanted to blurt out,  “Would ya just shut the f**k up,  so we can get this over with?”.

However,  in deference to T.C., I abstained.

That was my “inside voice”.  Sometimes there’s a whole bunch o’ yelling going on in there. 

Just saying.


So now we have as good an idea as to what is going to happen as we did Thursday morning, before the “class”.  The only difference is,  it cost me fifteen bucks in parking fees to find out that I already knew stuff.






Yes,  those are two random pictures,  having nothing to do with boredom at a hospital.

From time to time, Lee Valley Tools have a “free shipping” event. 

Well let me tell ya.  I do seem to have a few items sitting in my “wish list”,  just raring to go. Yup.

Plus,  for birthdays and such, there have been a few Lee Valley gift cards. Perfect gift for me. And perfect combination for ordering on line.  I rummage through a couple cards.  I punch in some numbers,  and Bob’s yer Uncle!

What amazed me was,  I ordered late Wednesday,  and the box arrived Friday.  Yiminy.

Anyway,  it was a moment of fun,  so I thought I’d mention it.  And the “honing guide”? 

Well,  I’ve been meaning to get one of those things for quite some time now.  I have to swallow my pride and admit that I kinda suck at sharpening.  It’s that simple. 

I can get a pretty good edge on a chisel or hand plane,  but it seems it never happens on the first go.  So I’ll see if this thing helps.

Can’t hurt.

And I also wanted to point out how they include a “return shipping label” in the package!  If you don’t like it,  you just send it back! There’s no back and forth.  No, “we have to issue you a special number” type of crap.  This is why (I think) they do so well.  Just my humble opinion.




And now you can see what the little chore was that I’ve been putting off.

The generator is now bolted to the pad. 

I didn’t realise that bolting it down was the thing to do, until the other day when I had a sparky type Dude come by to take a look,  and hopefully get back to me with a quote on installation.  He tells me they’re not that hard to steal. 

Really?   That sucker is heavy.  Like,  we’re talking over 400 hundred pounds.

But no,  it seems it’s doable.   Cut the juice.  Shut off the gas and cut that line.  Two bars,  four guys and a pick-up and it’s gone.

The thing that I had previously been fretting about was the clearance,  or lack thereof that I’d have next to those steps.


I think I’m pretty close there.




I really should have taken one last photo,  but it was just about dark when I was all done,  and I was thinking more along the lines of heading in for dinner.

The steps are back together,  and I’ll now see to installing a handrail.  I have no issues with not having a handrail,  but that’ll never fly. 

There’s “domestic tranquility” to be considered.


And on that note,  I’ll bid you all a Good Night.


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