Saturday, February 21, 2015

And here I did all that vacuuming.

Well, it’s something that needs to be done from time to time as it is,  and the somewhat perplexing thing is,  where does the dust come from?  

Anyhoodle,  we were going to have some guests for dinner today but alas,  we’re getting more… wait for it….snow.

Pardon the language.

We’d best not complain though,  since they’ve pretty much been having “Snowmageddon”  up and down the Eastern Seaboard.  Can’t say I have anything akin to “snow envy”. 

I’ve never been a big “snow person”. 

I mean,  I’ve tried down hill skiing.  Once.

Cross country skiing.  Once.

Now,  going out on a snow machine,  that was fun.  But I have no desire to have twenty grand worth of snow machines hanging around so we can then trek somewhere north to go out and try and not hit something.

And skating?  Meh,  I can stand up.  That’s about it.  Never did ‘take’ to it.



I’m sure you’d just as soon not see another picture of snow,  but it either gives you an opportunity to commiserate if you’re in the same snow belt,  or gloat if you’re somewhere warmer.  I’m reluctant to say “warm” and leave it at that,  since the cold seems to creep quite a ways south it seems. 

Didn’t they have snow in Florida?  Erp.


The week sort of went by.  Not too much to write home about.  Travelling Companion did have a doctor’s appointment on Wednesday morning,  which was kind of akin to a visit to some sort of bizarro world. 

Actually,  the word that came to mind at the time was “Clusterf**k”,  but whatever.

I’ll try not to belabour the point,  but the first “waiting room”  isn’t.  It’s only where you check in.  THEN you have to wind your way down a somewhat narrow hallway (in my humble opinion) to get to “Waiting Room B”.  Not sure what the “B” stands for,  since I didn’t notice if the first area was “Waiting Room A”.  Maybe the “B” stands for Boredom?   The whole thing only took an hour, (*only*) with pretty much fifty minutes of that spent in the waiting area.  Seriously.

This is T.C.’s “Internist”.   Whatever the hell that means. 

Anyway,  she’s fine.  The blood thinner medication was off by a long shot,  so they changed that.  This was a slight oversight by our family doc,  but that’s another story.  I like the guy,  and we’ve had him since he came out of med school back in the early 80s,  but I told him,  “Stop delivering babies!”.   He’s got over 5000 patients! 

That’s nuts.


Forgot to mention.  Bought me a new tool.

AND,  by means of the best kind of shopping imaginable.  Right from this keyboard! 


Anyway,  it’s this oscillating thingy. 


I guess I didn’t take a proper picture,  so I stole this one off their site.


There’s a better version here, if you’re remotely interested.


As part of my next project,  I really need to remove the flooring and trim from where the cabinets are going to go,  and it didn’t take me too long to remember just how freakin’ tough oak is.   I gave up on trying to cut by hand in a hurry,  and went shopping.


It does an awesome job. 

Noisy little bugger though.  Glad I had earplugs handy.  And I had it on the lowest setting.

The oscillating thingy is good in tight spots,  but you can only really cut the width of that blade on each painfully slow pass. 

To do the rest of the floor,  I broke out the cordless circular saw.

For that of course,  I thought I’d best try and keep the dust confined.


Probably took me longer to do all that than to do the actual cutting.


I guess I  have nothing else floating around in my pea brain.  Time to go out and clear the driveway.  Again.

We rescheduled our guests for the 21st of March.  Closer to something resembling spring.


Thanks for stopping by.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Teleportation does exist.

At least in my mind. 

Could have sworn we woke up in Timmins this morning.

It be cold.

Just brutal.

It’s not like we’re “suffering” or anything.  The house is comfortable enough, and I’m sure glad for all the various installations and projects over the years,  most of which were done with the view to making the place more liveable.

Before I put the new windows in this corner room,  reports are that son-in-law would be wearing his toque whenever he was in here.  Especially if the wind was out of East.  “Sash less” windows and all.

Anyway,  there’s no point going on about it.  It’s cold. 



But here’s a brighter thing for you:



We spent yesterday afternoon visiting one of T.C.s sisters in Guelph.  She has this amaryllis that she has been fostering for a few years now.  Goes into the basement in the fall,  lies dormant,  then starts to sprout about mid winter.  She’ll set it out in the late spring.

Do they always get that big?  Maybe I’m just a bit naive.


Tomorrow is “Family Day” in these parts,  which means that some entities are going to be closed,  such as grocery stores.  Which meant Muggins here had to brave the cold to get a few provisions.  Apparently it’s warmer here at the Ponderosa than at the Longo’s just a few kilometers away.  By “warmer” I mean,  it was -14.5 here,  and –16.5 there.  I couldn’t really tell.


So,  hopefully you’re either warm or bundled up wherever you are.

That’s all I got.

Keep your stick on the ice.


Thanks for lookin’.



Thursday, February 12, 2015

And this is the way it all unfolds.

Or, just how you can waste a heap of time trying to get out the door.

Hands up anyone who has had this happen to them.

Here we go.

I think it was Tuesday morning.  Heading out. Looking to not make more than one trip out to the garage.  And then,  just like that I can’t find the car key.  Not going to take the other one,  since I *know* it was right there on the kitchen counter.  I had picked it up,  taken it with me, but it’s no longer in my pocket.  


(Turns out it never was in my pocket, but I’m getting ahead of myself.)

So,  you know the routine,  retrace your steps.  Well, I think I was starting to wear a path, I was retracing those steps over and over again.  Then I’m getting kind of hot and uncomfortable,  since I’m bundled up to go outside,  but that’s another story.  (not as cold as it’s gonna get in these here parts,  I hear.)

That whole, ‘lazy man’s load’ usually means taking out an empty beer bottle, (or maybe two if I’ve been a bit thirsty the night before)  possibly a coffee to go, or possibly some garbage or recycling or whatever. 

All with only one trip.  Don’t want to be coming back in unnecessarily!   Because that would be you know,  a waste of time!

Maybe I need to keep a cardboard box by the back door?


Then I realise,  I had taken a bag of spent Tassimo discs out to the box that I’m about to ship off to be recycled. 

Have I ever mentioned this? 

Well,  there’s a company out in Ajax that will take these things and make them into….stuff. 

Annoyingly,  they’ve just changed a couple things,  and will no longer be accepting waste from individuals such as myself after March 31st, but that too is another story.   I’ll figure something out.  I wasn’t going to sign up to be one of their “public drop-off” locations. 

As if.

I must have had the key in my hand,  along with all the other junk.




Turns out I was about to ship off my car key.  Of course,  getting the car to run in the first place would have been a challenge.  I had closed up the box again,  but hadn’t started with the packing tape.  That was a good thing.

Naturally I recreated this photo,  since I’m not a cyborg and can record all of the retarded things I seem to do on a daily basis. 

That would be too depressing.

I think that was the same day I stepped on that push broom and whacked myself in the chin.  It’s still kind of tender.  Let’s not go there.

It was falling,  I went to stop it with my foot. And whack!






Admittedly,  life around here isn’t always about wandering around in a stupor.  I have been busy making a new top for T.C.’s serger cabinet.  The old top was too small and a bit “bouncy”.   The new one is not only attached to the wall,  but I added a panel on the out feed end with adjustable feet.  It’s rock solid.


It did seem to take a few days,  mostly since I really didn’t want to use brad nails to hold the maple edging in place.  Sometimes it’ll split.   Plus, I didn’t want all those nail holes to fill. 

That involves having to wait for glue to set up before proceeding with the next step.  I’m not in any hurry.



This is when you can never have too many clamps.  Some of which have to be longer than four feet.

Well and,  there’s a certain amount of evaporated time involved sorting out the design.

I searched high and low on line for ideas,  but most of the stuff out there is either finished products,  and/or junk.   So I have to use ‘visual aids’.



I’m sure there’s other nonsense I can come up with to bore you,  but that’s enough for today’s dose.  Oh and,  how many hands was that?


Keep those sticks on the ice.


Thanks for poking your head in.