Showing posts from February, 2008

On the bright side, at least I didn't get a speeding ticket.

As all the snow melts from the yards, a large lake forms at the end of our street. Apparently Volkswagens are not amphibious, and driving through such a lake will remove the skid plate from the underside.

Yesterday, I left last minute for my appointment with Mental Health. This is an appointment we have been waiting to get in to for 4 months, so something as silly as dragging a piece of metal through the streets was not going to stop me from attending it.

I did discover that if I drove exactly 58 km per hour the force was perfect to keep the metal plate elevated in the wind, preventing the horrendous dragging noise that was causing everyone to stare at me. Driving any faster than that created gusts that caused the plate to flap, producing a sort of "whomp, drag, silence, whomp, drag silence." This was even more disturbing than the constant dragging noise when I drove 56km or slower.

It was quite an experience taking the corners through the residential streets and into the parki…

When black and white fades to grey.

Fifteen years ago, when we built our new ensuite in our old house, I got 4 new towels to co-ordinate with the room - black and white stripes. They were not too large and not too thick. Both Alb and I loved them and they are the first ones we grab when we shower. I'll even dig to the bottom of the stack for one.

Two of the four have disappeared and both the black and the white have faded to different shades of grey. There are bleached out spots and threadbare holes. There are blue splotches from God-knows-what. After toweling off, you have to put on flannel pjs or a terry bathrobe to soak up the remains of water that the towels can no longer absorb, but they are still our favourites.

When gathering things to create rags out of to clean the shack we just purchased, I cut up and replaced most of Albert's t-shirts and held the precious towels in my hands for a fleeting moment... but no. I just couldn't do it. I actually went to Costco and bought a bag of rags for 10 bucks and sa…

Looking for life's mute button.

I have an easy access mute button on my keyboard. I love it. Wouldn't it be great if life had a mute button. I hate noise.

Once in a while someone will ask the proverbial and hypothetical question, "If you had to lose one of your senses which one would you give up?" Is this even a question? I'd far and away give up my hearing before anything else.

I have a great stereo in my car. It's pretty much a waste. Yesterday I thought I'd live dangerously and powered on the CD. Heather Clarke came on. What the??? Heather is forbidden in my car. How did she get in there? I had to rack my brain to remember when the CDs were last changed. Ah, yes. Jed did them for Aunty Val. Just before she used the car for a couple of weeks while we went across Canada. Yes, this is February 2008 the the same Cd has been in my car since July 2007 and I didn't realize it. Sad really.

I love you. But don't touch me.

Today people all over the world are celebrating love day. In our house it's drug day. Everyone is sick and hacking and sweating and chilling. No one wants flowers or candy. We have no functioning senses to enjoy them.

We want drugs. Lots of drugs. Off I trudged to the pharmacy early this morning to get a nice little gift basket for my love: He got sprays, pills, creams, syrups, drops... something to fill every orifice. The only exchange of bodily fluids will be whatever manages to spray all over each other when we sneeze. Ah, love.

I think it was supposed to be a comedy

I find it profound:

Brain Basics

It smells like pee and looks like poo.

I have creative vision. This fairly regularly causes my husband to shake his head and roll his eyes in bewilderment. But he likes being married and quite successfully lives by the code "Happy wife, happy life."

And so... we have bought an investment home.

The house has been for sale and sitting empty all winter. So yes, it smells stale and stagnant. Actually those terms are mild. It stinks. The carpets are so old and have so much dirt and filth I think they are actually decomposing. But if one holds their nose and squints just right, you can actually envision it with a nice wood floor.

There are plugs and switches that are just empty boxes with taped up wires poking out. I just happen to sleep with someone who has the technology to remedy that. The panel box has 100 amp service. Apparently that's a good thing.

The cabinets have mouse poop and they are dark and dirty. But solid. Probably expensive back in the day. They'll recover from their temporary lack of love and ap…

What a total score!!

As you may or may not know, I am taking another watercolour class. And you may or may not also know that I like ebay, although I try to avoid it as much as possible so I stay out of bidding trouble.

But then every once in a while I get a total score which keeps me coming back for more.

I got 48 tubes of paint for $29 Canadian. Only 2 are duplicates. These little babies range in price from $5 to $11 each. Even when you factor in the $13 shipping it was $42. Forty-two bucks! That's like 90% savings. Woowhee! I saved so much I think I'll go buy something else.

Oh, and another thing ... in amongst the packing peanuts in the bottom of the box there was a brand new make up stick that covers up and helps fade age spots. I'm not quite sure what was up with that being in there but hey it's probably another $20 value.