Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Better when it’s not raining.

But that doesn’t mean I wanted hail.  And we had some.  More than once. 

The bugger of it is,  the stupid grass is growing,  and it’s really too cold to be doing very much at all in terms of gardening.  Or cutting grass.  Or just about anything else outside.   I was a bit annoyed this morning when I had to go and retrieve my winter coat from the closet upstairs.  It was 2°C out! 

For those of you who haven’t quite figured out Celsius yet, (you know,  that system that’s based on the freezing and boiling point of water?) that’s two degrees above freezing. 

Anyway,  let’s not get into any debates about which scale to use,  except that it is noteworthy that, although Fahrenheit was a German,  the Germans don’t use his system.  Hm.

 

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I’m just now finishing up the leftover pizza from the one I made for dinner last night.  It’s as good the second time around as it was the first.

Yes,  I made pizza.  Not rocket science.  And,  although the dough comes out risen and somewhat fluffy,  it’s not that easy to work,  and I had to fill in the holes like a patchwork quilt. Need to find a better recipe.

Speaking of which, (like that segue?  huh?) one of our Breakfast Babe members was the recipient of some left over scraps this morning from a quilt that was made for his Grand-daughter. 

Well,  the scraps were in the form of a pillow.  Or maybe there were two?  I wasn’t really paying attention,  but I did make sure to take a photo.

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It was mostly an opportunity to use the new G16. 

Needless to say,  I’m happy with that camera.  There’s a good chance I’ll say that more than once too.

 

We noticed why the house across the way was getting all spiffed up with the fresh topsoil and new plantings. 

It’s now for sale.

 

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There ya go.

Not sure if they’re looking to flip the place (they’ve been there since some time when we were in Vienna) or whether it’s getting to be too small for them.  There have been larger families raised in some of the houses on that street,  some of which have had the same occupants since the fifties.  The idea of moving every few years just fills me with dread.  Unless of course,  it’s part of a “company” move,  in which case Muggins here only needs to supervise. 

I can supervise.

But there will be no more of that.  We’re here for the duration.

The shocking thing is,  most any place that size around here will go for well over a half million.  Can you imagine?  I think we’d get considerably more than that for this place,  but it’s a moot point.

 

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Speaking of moving, (should we turn this into a drinking game, where you take a shot every time there’s a segue?) I made a third trip today to the Greyhound Bus Depot here in town to pick up boxes that had been shipped across the country by my sister.  I have to call her up and ask if she’s done?  Or will there be more?  I have lots room,  so it’s no big deal.  But I thought we were done with the LAST trip I made.

Not sure where these will all end up,  but she’ll likely relocate back to Ottawa.  Her roots go way back in the Ottawa area,  and as a matter of fact, she still has a hairdresser there,  “Murray” whom she goes to see whenever she has the chance.  Is that a “thing” with the ladies?

Now,  you’d think the “Bus Depot” (or whatever you call it) would be at some place like the bus station. 

That would make sense.

Well no.  It’s simply a job that is contracted out to the folks who run the Kwik Kopy.

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Another revenue stream for them I’m guessing, ‘cause I don’t see how you make any money running a Kwik Kopy franchise.  But what do I know?  Maybe they’re rolling in it.

Thankfully there’s Google Maps,  because I never would have found this place. 

I find that I invariably consult Google Maps before heading out the door if I’m going somewhere new.  I need to know where I’m headed,  rather than trying to figure it out on the fly.  Too much traffic.  Too many distractions.  I don’t need to be trying to find an address AND avoiding all the clowns out there. 

Oh,  and there be clowns.  But that’s a whole rant right there. Let’s not go there.

I’ve almost turned into That Old Guy who writes down a plate number,  comes home and calls the cops.  It has crossed my mind. But I’ve resisted. 

And I don’t even have to drive too many places.  Gawd help me if I had to do a daily commute.  My head would explode!

 

I think that’s the extent of my ramblings.

 

Stick.  Ice.  You know.

 

Thanks for looking.

Monday, April 20, 2015

Coming out of hibernation.

Or at least that’s what it seems like.  There are just, things in the works.  Play dates.  That kind of thing.

I mean, grown up play dates of course.  “Track night”,  “The Guy’s Weekend”.    “Dinner Chez Nous”. 

And, I just got an email from the fellow I sail with,  to let us all know he bought himself a new boat.   Well,  new to him and us,  that’s for sure.

It’s a “Humboldt Bay 30”.  I’ve just been doing a little research on these boats,  and there were only six built between 1982 and 1984.  I also see it originally came with a Yanmar Diesel.  Sure hope that sucker has been replaced.  Those things are horrid.  Originally built as a tractor engine,  which is just fine if it quits out in the middle of a field somewhere,  but when you’re out on the water,  something a little more reliable is a good thing.

 

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Anyway,  it’s a west coast boat,  and he has yet to have it trucked out this way.  Travelling Companion thought I should offer to go out and truck it back,  along with my sister. 

I declined.

Should be at the yacht club by the end of May.  That works,  I’ll be back from my out west trip well before that.

 

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I’m still plugging away on the cabinets.  There are times when it’s mostly fun,  like when your plane behaves,  and all the shavings come off like butter. Or should I say, “Buttah”.

I always feel bad about sweeping them up and tossing them,  as if they should be going into someone's fireplace or something. 

 

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On the other hand, I’m having some issues getting the finish just right.  There are no pictures of that.  I’ll figure it out.

I always seem to do better at the building stage than the finishing stage.  Lack of patience might have something to do with it.  And of course, having a spray booth would be awesome.

Not happening.

 

We had a fabulous couple of days towards the end of last week,  and then on Sunday (yesterday) I went outside in my shirtsleeves,  and realised the temperature had dipped again.  Back down to single digits.  (Like mid forties Fahrenheit)  That was a shocker,  especially since it was a beautiful sunny day. 

We’re at that point in the early spring,  when heading out for the day can be a bit of a mystery in the clothing department.  Rained today, sometimes quite frantically. 

 

I guess that’s all I got in my pea brain for tonight.  You can see the new camera does take some pretty damned fine pictures.  I’ll try to avoid having crappy ones from now on.

 

Keep your stick on the ice.

 

Thanks for stopping by.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

It’s here!

Checked on the line this morning, and saw this little snippet.

 

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“Out for delivery”?  What the hell?

Well,  I did manage to get home in time for the delivery, although I just happened to be out of earshot of the Postal Delivery Dude knocking on the door. 

No biggie, since T.C. was able to sign for it.

Um ya,  there was a signature involved.  Made sense to me.

Then when I saw the package,  I realised just how it got here so fast.   Came into Hamilton by air!  Aha!

 

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The image above was taken with the little “powershot”,  which I seem to recall describing on at least one occasion as a piece of shit.  Sorry,  but it is.  Mind you,  it does take better pictures with a clean lens, but only slightly better.

 

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Then there’s that image above,  taken with the G16. 

Huge difference.  Huge.  Look how crisp!

AND,  it has “le weee-feee”,  as the French would say.

Took a bit of mucking about,  and I had to set up some sort of “Canon Image Gateway” thing,  but I eventually managed to sent an image from the camera to the computer avec le weee-feee.

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Just some of T.C.’s little plants that she’s starting for the garden.

I mean,  I could have just taken the card out of the camera and shoved it into the damned computer,  but that would have been way too easy.  Why make it easy?

And then,  this is with the telephoto,  same image as yesterdays,  only without the dirt slingin’ young ladies.

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Actually,  T.C. said they did a good job.  Maybe I should have hired them? 

Too late.

 

I shall continue to play.

Well, I might go out and start on cabinet number three.  That would probably be prudent.

Enjoy the rest of your day.  I know I will.

Thanks for stopping by.