Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Now that’s better.


Because last year,  the weather at Thanksgiving was freakin’ awful.   Rained the entire time,  which literally puts a damper on everything.

Mind you,  we didn’t have quite as many children this year,  so keeping them all entertained wasn’t such an issue.  There were other commitments,  not the least of which was one particular soccer tournament, which was handily won by the Ontario squad.  There’s a blurb here.

The Ontario team basically crushed all of the competition.  The scores were five-nil,  three-nil,  that kind of thing.  We did watch the semi-final game being streamed live on Saturday morning,  but some technical glitch precluded our being able to see my niece score the first goal of the final game on Monday.  They had a “bye” into the final for the gold on Monday.  But let’s not get carried away here.

That whole “live streaming” thing is pretty freakin’ awesome,  I must say.

Well,  it was also a good thing we had internet at the cottage is all.  Or we would have had to rely on text messages sent from the sidelines.

To think!  We’d have to actually wait for someone to tell us something!   Or find out like,  the next day!

The horror.



It being October and all,  there wasn’t a whole lot of activity on Sturgeon Lake.  Those who like to fish are a pretty diehard lot and I say, “more power to ya!”  

I don’t even fish when it’s warm out.



We did occupy those chairs for a good couple hours on Sunday.  It was *almost* shorts weather.  But not quite.

No bugs.  Brilliant sunshine.



Saw this cute little cruiser.  Made out to look like a tugboat.

Oh, and there were a few houseboats out.  I guess the rates are deeply discounted. 

Didn’t manage to get a picture of a houseboat. 

Oh well.


We also managed to get over to Peterborough to visit someone whom we hadn’t seen in almost a decade.  Didn’t take any pictures,  but we promised to try and stay in touch a little better.  It can be a challenge,  but there’s The Book of Face and such,  so we’ll need try a little harder from now on.  Sucks to lose touch with folks.

The only reason that I mention this is,  we then came down the 115 to the 401,  which is not our normal route,  only to discover that the traffic was truly dreadful.  Pretty sure I came to a complete stop on at least a couple occasions.

So when we hit “Brock Road” in Whitby,  it was a no brainer to head up to the toll road and cruise on home.

I’ve grumbled in the past about the price you pay to use that toll road,  but sometimes (well, most times) it’s worth the extravagant cost to get you home.   I don’t think I slowed to less than 130 k.p.h the whole way.  The speed limit is 100 k.p.h.,  but my theory is,  the OPP are all busy on the other roads,  due to the amount of congestion,  and the “idiot factor”. 

Let me explain the “idiot factor”,  as it relates to any road where you DON’T have to pay a toll.   It’s like this,  for the most part,  the idiots are not willing to pay.  That’s it.  It’s that simple.  Or maybe, I’m amongst a special breed of idiots that is willing to pay?  Suffice to say that, the folks on the toll road are the ones who have made a conscious effort to be there, and are willing to pay for the privilege. 


Meanwhile back here at the ranch,  Muggins here has gone back to work.  I’m wearing them down,  but I still have a ways to go.



Takes me almost as long to prep a piece as it does to put some finish on.  Plus of course,  I ain’t got a whole heap of swingin’ room.  But I’ll manage.

I might go out later tonight and see if I can maybe do one more.  We’ll see.

Tomorrow after Breakfast Babes,  T.C.  and I are off to London (no, not to visit the Queen,  the other London) to visit my sister,  who is in Ontario to see her son and her grand kids. 

I’ll try and take a pic or two.


Keep those sticks on the ice,  and thanks for stopping by.

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Programmed to say YES.

Well,  in this case anyway.

There was a call. 

I love “call display”,  but of course,  if I don’t know who is calling,  even after seeing the name,  then sometimes it’s still a mystery.

Somebody named Douglas Armstrong. 

Wracking my pea brain, trying to figure out if I know this person.  Well,  turns out there was a message from T.C.’s “knee Doctor”.  Ah!  Doctor Armstrong.

I called back.


And no,  I didn’t say,  “Hey,  can I speak to Dougie?”

What I did say was, whatever it is,  we’re in! 

So,  even though this blog is not really about T.C., (she bristles when I talk about her)  she’s getting a knee fixed in November.  She said she’d really prefer to get them both done at the same time (*shudder*) but they won’t do that.  But, we’ve gone from being on the list,  to now getting ready.

Put it this way, I’m a far cry from an ex-ray technician,  but even I could see that both her knee joints are bone on bone.  Painful like you wouldn’t believe.

And the reason I was programmed to say “yes”?  Well,  the doctor’s office had called once before,  and the message wasn’t properly identified as a,  “you’ve just been bumped up the list” kind of message.  So we missed out.  That wasn’t going to happen again.

So that’s that.  It’s in November,  so when the time approaches,  I may speak of it.

Unless I’m already in trouble for bringing it up just now of course.

I figure that, once she gets both knees fixed,  I really will be in trouble.  Only of a different kind. 
You know,  hours of shopping.  Traipsing all over Europe. 

Since we didn’t do nearly enough traipsing when we lived there.  


Cross that bridge when we come to it.


Meanwhile,  yes the windows did arrive on Tuesday.  It’s a bit crowded in the garage,  let’s just say.


They’re mostly all wonky shapes,  since they have to fit up in the “veranda”.  The big one there on the left of the bottom picture is one of two for sister-in-law’s place.  We’re hoping the weather holds for a few more days,  so I can get that one installed.  I’m not overly concerned about the front of our place,  (the “veranda”)  since it’s not a heated space,  and if it comes right down to it,  I can secure the new windows in place,  and come back in the spring to foam them in.   We’ll see.

As you can well imagine,  there will be no other work going on while I’m putting finish on these windows. 



I have to step outside to change my mind.  There’s a joke in there somewhere.


Oh,  and the cement pad came out just fine.  Thanks.



I took some of the stuff we had left over and threw it in around the parameter.  I’ll cover it with dirt.  When I have a spare minute.


In spite of,  or maybe because of all of this crapola that I have to get done,  we’re going away for the weekend.  Ha!

It’s the Weekend Thanksgiving at a Cottage Program,  which was something that we did last year,  as you may recall.  Kinda hoping the weather is a little bit better than last year,  as it rained for most of the time that we were there. 

We’ll take what we get I suppose, but I’m taking rain gear just in case.

Between ping-pong and crokinole tournaments,  I’m sure we won’t care.  And this time I just might go in the hot tub.  Not a big fan of hot tubs,  to be honest.


See you on the flip side,  and thanks for stopping by.



Monday, October 6, 2014

Thought I heard something.

I suppose I could have done that, “Do you hear what I hear,” thing, but it’s too soon for *that* season.

No,  I’m talking about a kerfuffle just outside my window here.

Seems our grapes are just a wee bit too much to resist.

We thought there might be some clumsy guys in fur coats up there mucking about.  That lamp has been off kilter on more than one occasion.




This was about a minute before I turned the hose on them.

And THEN,  they came back.  Oy!  There’s more water in that hose boys!   And you’re just lucky we ain’t back on the farm.  Hard to miss from 10 feet away,  and I’m a crack shot.

But anyway,  I think they might have decided that there are better things on the menu farther afield that doesn’t involve getting a shower.  

Or two.




Is that mean?   Meh,  I don’t care.

Now,  speaking of the hose,  I think I mentioned that we were going to be pouring some concrete today.


Daughter Number Two and Hubby were here,  so she took a bunch of photos.  I’ll likely stick them on the Book of Face.  May as well.



The discovery was made that,  concrete is indeed heavy. 

I was schooling “Grasshopper” in the ways of trundling concrete.  Every man should know how to do this, is what I say.


No,  that’s not “Grasshopper”.  That’s my nephew.

And he was the only one of the three of us who didn’t break a sweat,  even though he had just come off the night shift.  He’s a member of the Burlington Fire Department,  and basically can work circles around me.


I started out with a jacket on.

Ha!  That didn’t last long.



Getting in under the cantilevered back step was a bit of a challenge.



Anyhoodle,  I’ve since taken my forms off,  tidied up the edges,  and back filled about two thirds of that mount of extra mix we had left over. 

I had sent the message back to the truck that we were just about done,  but there was still a couple wheel barrow loads in the chute apparently.

No matter,  the minimum charge was for a cubic meter, (used to be “yards”,  I know.  I still call it yards.  I’m old.)

which was why I made the form plenty deep,  with just a bunch of rubble on the bottom layer.

I’ll need to head out at some point to pick up enough material to built a new set of steps,  and then we can start using the back door again. 

Pain in the a$$ having to go out around the building to get into the garage.


I’ve attempted to install a link to ALL the photos my daughter took this morning.  Here.


The new windows for the upstairs space are arriving tomorrow morning.  (Another delivery at eight a.m.)  I’ll try and have the camera at the ready.


Thanks for stopping by.