Based on what I’ve been reading on social media for the last bit, we are officially mobilized. Locally. There seems to be a dognapper making the rounds in an identified car, stopping in yards to offer rides to young dogs. No, not a van…
posted in pets, travel | Comments Off on A weighed quantity | 259 words
I’ve stayed close to home, all day today. Waiting for a delivery (that hasn’t arrived). Not of much interest, to anyone. What’s odd is that I’ve been “tracking” this particular box, using the fine state-of-the-art tools provided by a very large firm. I’m sure they know their business, much better than most.
posted in Idol, travel | Comments Off on Dazed and confused | 262 words
I’ve spent a lot of time “on the road”; over the last thirty years, I averaged an easy fifteen hours a week. Not enough to compare to a long-haul trucker, or a hack driver, but in my eyes, a lot of time. However, my closest companion will quickly correct the false impression I’ve given with three simple words: “Not the driver”. As if being a passenger makes the experience less valuable. Hah!
posted in travel | Comments Off on Going down the road | 262 words
While the data elves stir today’s gleanings from the various genealogy sites, I’ll take a pause to get my post written. I’ve taken on (yet another) basic family tree research for a friend, but the going is slow. Until this time last year, the provincial archives were always there, to give me alternate views into the records. Now, I’m down to my own resources and Google. Not willing to spend money with the Ancestry people, just yet.
posted in genealogy, travel | Comments Off on The magic of expanding foam | 268 words
Soon be time to go to bed (says the clock). I’m not ready, yet. This was an “out of the house” evening for the gang, as we headed into the city for a sit-down meal with a group of old friends. Old being relative, of course. Even though the first contacts were made more than four decades ago, none of us are old. A little gray. A few physical reminders of where we’ve been and what we’ve seen. But, I insist, none of us are old. Check back in a year or two.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Nobody old here, yet | 260 words
Despite the chilly weather, it’s that time of the year when everybody loves a parade. I knew this, and went along. The regional Santa walk, where every spare emergency vehicle from within a forty-five minute circle is found in the queue. OK, half that; the ocean provides one side of things.
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During better than thirty years on the city bus routes, I never actually sang along with the radio. Now, during solo time in the car, I’ve discovered a whole new diversion. Tried it out today, during a quick (sic) run to the city and back. As long as I avoid the dialogues of CBC and stick to whatever rock radio is within range, I’m a star!
posted in travel | Comments Off on Finally able to sing along | 262 words
I didn’t even have to give a reason. As soon as the dog heard “Let’s go for a ride in the car”, he was in favour. Completely. A chance to wear his cool safety harness, and have the whole back seat and two side windows to himself; canine paradise.
posted in food, pets, travel | Comments Off on The dog on a road trip | 269 words
With .the working class hero out the door before my wakeup call, I decided to make a solo run to the city. The usual reasons…
posted in travel | Comments Off on On a trip to the city, what do you do? | 324 words
The phone call was important. Not to me, directly, but still… an offer of work for son #3, locally. That’s the first nibble in more than four months, although the search process has been hampered by a lack of transportation and “flying under the radar”. After all, if nobody knows you’re there.
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