Today was an easy hour run with Michelle and Tina. Here we are getting started. We ran up the 37 st path and along the reservoir to the point.
Half way through the run Michelle's eyelashes were all frosted up.
Tina wasn't quite as frosted.
I was frosted up a little bit, but on the scale of things this isn't bad at all.
Our selfie at the turnaround.
Overall, not quite 9 K in 1:13 or so. Nice easy chatty pace. I met Michelle's husband, and it turns out I know his sister. Small world sometimes.
We had a great time chatting, and I've got to get better at capturing the blog titles that came up. There were 3 great ones, and now I can't remember them. Sigh.
I'll work on my novel a bit more, and prep for the swim tomorrow. This being on vacation is nice.
A couple days ago I set a new blog milestone. This year has seen the most blog posts published, more even than in 2013 when I did Ironman. There's still a bit of year left, so I don't know how many I'll end up with.
This is pretty well your last chance to get in on the AMA action on your terms. Some of you might end up with a question attributed to you. Like, Have you stopped abusing your chocolate yet? There are lots of questions so far, and I've been working on answers to them. They will appear over the holidays.
Now, to go pay some bills. I love being able to do that over the internet. As does anyone who remembers the bad old days of writing out a cheque and mailing it. Or actually having to go to the bank. In some ways the world has got better.
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Saturday, December 21, 2013
Cats. Snow. Rant link. Nice run.
If you missed it, there was a major rant yesterday on the recent developments about the prostitution laws. There may be a follow up rant about "judicial activism" as perceived by Conservative sycophants taking orders from the boys in short pants from Harper's office.
But today was the first day of a two week vacation. We aren't planning on going anywhere. Lots to do around the house. Working on my book. Working out. Tasks around the house. RELAXING!
Here's some photos from the last few days. Like the other day, whatever order they appear in is the order I'll talk about them.
This is this morning. Curtis is draped over the cat condo. It's nearly half a meter long, and he's draped over both ends. At once. I didn't actually touch him, tempted as I was. He wouldn't mind me touching his back toes or tail. His front paws he'd retract and look offended.
Celina had been left behind after Linda got up. A few seconds later she was snoozing again. She's a hard snoozer.
Some photos of all the snow we've had lately. They said we've broken a 112 year old record for snow in December, and the month isn't even close to being over. There's more than a foot in the back yard.
This is where I started today's run. My immediate neighbours are really good about shoveling. Some of them further away are not, and I spent some time running on the road.
Linda cooked and baked while I was running. I came home to these for dessert. They are very yummy.
This will be supper tonight. Or tomorrow. I'm not that hungry after a roast chicken and dressing dinner.
With wine, of course. This is the Torrontes. It's a beautiful amber colour, with gentle fruit flavors of apple and pear.
How could I not take these photos of Curtis this morning? I was trying to write and had the phone to hand. Darn cats, so distracting. And he wonders why I don't take him to the office. I'd never get anything done.
It was perfect weather for a run. Sunny and not too cold, maybe -15 C or so. Just above zero F. Not much wind. Ran 5 K very easy, 37 minutes around the neighborhood.
Working on the book today, making good progress.
But today was the first day of a two week vacation. We aren't planning on going anywhere. Lots to do around the house. Working on my book. Working out. Tasks around the house. RELAXING!
Here's some photos from the last few days. Like the other day, whatever order they appear in is the order I'll talk about them.
This is this morning. Curtis is draped over the cat condo. It's nearly half a meter long, and he's draped over both ends. At once. I didn't actually touch him, tempted as I was. He wouldn't mind me touching his back toes or tail. His front paws he'd retract and look offended.
Celina had been left behind after Linda got up. A few seconds later she was snoozing again. She's a hard snoozer.
Some photos of all the snow we've had lately. They said we've broken a 112 year old record for snow in December, and the month isn't even close to being over. There's more than a foot in the back yard.
This is where I started today's run. My immediate neighbours are really good about shoveling. Some of them further away are not, and I spent some time running on the road.
Linda cooked and baked while I was running. I came home to these for dessert. They are very yummy.
This will be supper tonight. Or tomorrow. I'm not that hungry after a roast chicken and dressing dinner.
With wine, of course. This is the Torrontes. It's a beautiful amber colour, with gentle fruit flavors of apple and pear.
How could I not take these photos of Curtis this morning? I was trying to write and had the phone to hand. Darn cats, so distracting. And he wonders why I don't take him to the office. I'd never get anything done.
It was perfect weather for a run. Sunny and not too cold, maybe -15 C or so. Just above zero F. Not much wind. Ran 5 K very easy, 37 minutes around the neighborhood.
Working on the book today, making good progress.
Friday, December 20, 2013
Time for a grown up conversation
Canada's Supreme Court just overturned the prostitution laws here. The decision has been stayed a year to allow Parliament to deal with it, but the thing to remember is that once upon a time they promised to write laws to replace the ones that just got overturned. That was 30 years ago! Needless to say, I don't have much faith in those dickheads in Ottawa. Harper's Con's don't have the guts to think for themselves most of the time, and when they do, it's pandering to their base, in all it's smug moral rectitude.
It's good that the laws have been overturned. Canada needs to have an adult conversation about sex, and people that make their living from selling it. It's a complex world, and the old white man's view that anyone that engaged in paid sex (paying or being paid) was a moral slime ball who deserved what happened to them, and that nobody could possibly care about them, so we could make laws that victimized them even further, is long gone. We have a constitution now, and oddly enough the judges seem to be serious about enforcing it, even if the Harper Cons are not.
Except everybody (paying and paid) has parents. Most have siblings. Many have children, and there are any number of spousal or near-spousal relationships. These people care. As a society we should care too, because as that Australian General said, the standard you walk past is the standard you accept. If you accept that it's ok to see some poor girl get raped and killed because she was trying to earn money to feed her children, you can hardly complain when it happens to your daughter or sister to feed her drug habit.
Here's where I stand. No society in recorded history has stopped people from exchanging value for sex. I think it's safe to say it isn't going to happen. Even in Presbyterian Canada, prostitution itself was not illegal, just everything to do with it. Communicating for purposes of, living off the avails of, keeping a building where it happened, walking down the street in a short skirt, driving down the wrong street to ask directions. Which was stupid at best, and cruel most of the time.
So if we can't make it go away, then lets talk about how to license and regulate it. Back in the day they tried Prohibition to eliminate booze. We saw how that turned out. We created very wealthy criminals that ran booze. People killed themselves trying to make their own booze. Now we have standards for distilleries and breweries. They are regulated and inspected. And taxed, let's not forget that.
Let's think about other professionals for a moment. Think about how lawyers, dentists, doctors, accountants, architects, and many others set up their practice. They rent commercial premises, customized to their needs. Some own their own buildings. They employ other professionals, receptionists, assistants, clerical staff, to say nothing of making work for other firms that supply goods and services such as cleaning, housekeeping, coffee and snacks, security, transportation, and probably others that don't come to mind. They buy and sell the products related to their trade, supporting an entire value chain.
They have professional associations that regulate conduct. There are licensing standards. There are bylaws that determine what businesses can set up where. My own office building has a coffee shop, a restaurant bar, a child care facility, and a dentists office. The one next door has a huge medical complex with many kinds of doctors, a big medical lab facility, and many other businesses.
Some businesses, such as a barbershop, the trade is conducted in public. Seeing the hair on someone's head being trimmed is an everyday experience. Pubic hair being trimmed, not so much. Much of what happens in those offices is private, but it's not secret. We all know what happens behind those doors. We talk to our accountant about our taxes. Our doctors poke and prod us in sensitive places. We talk to our lawyers about secret plans to sue the ass off that guy, or maybe just to do the paperwork to set up a new business. We talk to therapists about our neurosis, which is probably more intimate than sex, and given our society, probably closely related. Does it really matter what's happening behind closed doors? Does it really matter if our pants are off because it's time for the slippery finger of life, or because something that could look really similar to that is what gets us off?
People say that this won't work because organized crime will own the businesses. As we've been learning, organized crime seems to own most of the construction firms in Quebec. This leads to it's own problems, admitted, but we still have a need for construction work. Now that the seamy world is getting exposed to fresh air and daylight, things are being cleaned up. In any case, regulation allows oversight, if the cops and regulators haven't accepted bribes, which is a whole other rant.
Some people are squicked out by the thought of commercial sex. Frankly, when I think of what happens in some doctor's offices and hospital rooms, sex is positively clean cut and wholesome. Let's not even think about the lawyers and accountants. Would I want to be a prostitute? No. Neither do I want to be a dental hygienist, a surgeon, an accountant, or many other professions.
The nay sayers say prostitution should not be legalized because people are forced into it. Well, some are. Why? BECAUSE IT PAYS SO WELL, YOU MORONS! And why does it pay so well? Because it's essentially illegal, and people get rich supplying illegal goods and services. Decriminalize it, supply and demand equalize, competition happens, prices regulate themselves, likely going way down. Then again, maybe a really good prostitute ought to get paid the same as a good lawyer.
When you think about it, the Conservatives ought to be all over this like the white on rice, allowing free enterprise to set up. The firms would advertise they can supply men, women, she-males, and whatever else might sell. Sort of like some of the recruitment firms, developers, analysts, various professionals. Maybe these people would be contractors or employees. I don't know. They'd probably advertise training and specialities available.
In any case, we need to drag the whole issue out from under the rock where it's been festering since forever. Drag it into the sunshine and fresh air, and discuss it. Like grown ups are supposed to be able to do. How can it hurt to talk about it? Look at the issues and figure it out. How to transition to a regulated environment with what regulations?
How much oversight, and by who? If we let quacks like naturopaths and their sidekicks the homeopaths set up a regulatory body, then prostitution should be a no brainer. We know it works. I say build on the standards that other professions have. Why shouldn't prostitutes become a recognized profession?
Where should such services be allowed to set up shop? Many businesses have to abide by zoning regulations regarding noise, noxious smells, vehicular or foot traffic, hours of operation, and many other restrictions. Why not prostitution?
How much and how graphic could the advertising be? Many professions and industries have rules about advertising. Why not prostitution?
We need to get over the Victorian era ideas about sin. Rightly or wrongly our provincial governments make a ton of money from legalized gambling. And taxes on cigarettes and other tobacco products, which is a thoroughly obnoxious product that ought to be made illegal, or at the very least highly restricted. What's wrong with taxing people that get paid for sex? It's already happening in Canada whether you knew it or not. The government doesn't care where the income comes from, as long as you declare it and pay tax. The problem is that we're probably getting only a fraction of what's there.
One of the things the prostitution laws were designed to do was control the nuisance of working prostitutes on the street. Police went through elaborate rituals to catch and release the johns. At one workplace we had a cop come in to give personal security tips. She was telling us about her nights dressed as a hooker, entrapping guys looking for sex. That's no fun for anyone. If the trade is legalized, with organized well run brothels where the staff can protect themselves and vet the clients, then what is outside is an actual crime. Doing business without a license, trespassing, creating a nuisance, whatever.
If the business is regulated, it becomes easier to keep track of who is involved, making it easier to find the underaged or the trafficked immigrants. Please note I've no illusions about some of the seamier parts of the trade going underground, which is EXACTLY WHAT WE HAVE NOW. Only it's mixed in with other parts of the trade that are technically legal. Let's sort it out, and deal with each part of it appropriately.
As long as sex is conflated with shame, and it's all hidden under a rock, there are going to continue to be victims, and we'll just keep going around the mulberry bush. Let's grow up. People want to have sex. They're willing to trade money for it, sometimes even if they can get it at home. There is no shortage of (apparently) happily married men sneaking out for something their wives or girlfriends can't or won't provide. And the reverse too, let's not forget that. There are male prostitutes.
The time is now.
Just about your last chance for AMA, Ask Me Anything, I will answer. I've got some questions lined up by people that haven't provide a question. Just because I'm evil that way.
It's good that the laws have been overturned. Canada needs to have an adult conversation about sex, and people that make their living from selling it. It's a complex world, and the old white man's view that anyone that engaged in paid sex (paying or being paid) was a moral slime ball who deserved what happened to them, and that nobody could possibly care about them, so we could make laws that victimized them even further, is long gone. We have a constitution now, and oddly enough the judges seem to be serious about enforcing it, even if the Harper Cons are not.
Except everybody (paying and paid) has parents. Most have siblings. Many have children, and there are any number of spousal or near-spousal relationships. These people care. As a society we should care too, because as that Australian General said, the standard you walk past is the standard you accept. If you accept that it's ok to see some poor girl get raped and killed because she was trying to earn money to feed her children, you can hardly complain when it happens to your daughter or sister to feed her drug habit.
Here's where I stand. No society in recorded history has stopped people from exchanging value for sex. I think it's safe to say it isn't going to happen. Even in Presbyterian Canada, prostitution itself was not illegal, just everything to do with it. Communicating for purposes of, living off the avails of, keeping a building where it happened, walking down the street in a short skirt, driving down the wrong street to ask directions. Which was stupid at best, and cruel most of the time.
So if we can't make it go away, then lets talk about how to license and regulate it. Back in the day they tried Prohibition to eliminate booze. We saw how that turned out. We created very wealthy criminals that ran booze. People killed themselves trying to make their own booze. Now we have standards for distilleries and breweries. They are regulated and inspected. And taxed, let's not forget that.
Let's think about other professionals for a moment. Think about how lawyers, dentists, doctors, accountants, architects, and many others set up their practice. They rent commercial premises, customized to their needs. Some own their own buildings. They employ other professionals, receptionists, assistants, clerical staff, to say nothing of making work for other firms that supply goods and services such as cleaning, housekeeping, coffee and snacks, security, transportation, and probably others that don't come to mind. They buy and sell the products related to their trade, supporting an entire value chain.
They have professional associations that regulate conduct. There are licensing standards. There are bylaws that determine what businesses can set up where. My own office building has a coffee shop, a restaurant bar, a child care facility, and a dentists office. The one next door has a huge medical complex with many kinds of doctors, a big medical lab facility, and many other businesses.
Some businesses, such as a barbershop, the trade is conducted in public. Seeing the hair on someone's head being trimmed is an everyday experience. Pubic hair being trimmed, not so much. Much of what happens in those offices is private, but it's not secret. We all know what happens behind those doors. We talk to our accountant about our taxes. Our doctors poke and prod us in sensitive places. We talk to our lawyers about secret plans to sue the ass off that guy, or maybe just to do the paperwork to set up a new business. We talk to therapists about our neurosis, which is probably more intimate than sex, and given our society, probably closely related. Does it really matter what's happening behind closed doors? Does it really matter if our pants are off because it's time for the slippery finger of life, or because something that could look really similar to that is what gets us off?
People say that this won't work because organized crime will own the businesses. As we've been learning, organized crime seems to own most of the construction firms in Quebec. This leads to it's own problems, admitted, but we still have a need for construction work. Now that the seamy world is getting exposed to fresh air and daylight, things are being cleaned up. In any case, regulation allows oversight, if the cops and regulators haven't accepted bribes, which is a whole other rant.
Some people are squicked out by the thought of commercial sex. Frankly, when I think of what happens in some doctor's offices and hospital rooms, sex is positively clean cut and wholesome. Let's not even think about the lawyers and accountants. Would I want to be a prostitute? No. Neither do I want to be a dental hygienist, a surgeon, an accountant, or many other professions.
The nay sayers say prostitution should not be legalized because people are forced into it. Well, some are. Why? BECAUSE IT PAYS SO WELL, YOU MORONS! And why does it pay so well? Because it's essentially illegal, and people get rich supplying illegal goods and services. Decriminalize it, supply and demand equalize, competition happens, prices regulate themselves, likely going way down. Then again, maybe a really good prostitute ought to get paid the same as a good lawyer.
When you think about it, the Conservatives ought to be all over this like the white on rice, allowing free enterprise to set up. The firms would advertise they can supply men, women, she-males, and whatever else might sell. Sort of like some of the recruitment firms, developers, analysts, various professionals. Maybe these people would be contractors or employees. I don't know. They'd probably advertise training and specialities available.
In any case, we need to drag the whole issue out from under the rock where it's been festering since forever. Drag it into the sunshine and fresh air, and discuss it. Like grown ups are supposed to be able to do. How can it hurt to talk about it? Look at the issues and figure it out. How to transition to a regulated environment with what regulations?
How much oversight, and by who? If we let quacks like naturopaths and their sidekicks the homeopaths set up a regulatory body, then prostitution should be a no brainer. We know it works. I say build on the standards that other professions have. Why shouldn't prostitutes become a recognized profession?
Where should such services be allowed to set up shop? Many businesses have to abide by zoning regulations regarding noise, noxious smells, vehicular or foot traffic, hours of operation, and many other restrictions. Why not prostitution?
How much and how graphic could the advertising be? Many professions and industries have rules about advertising. Why not prostitution?
We need to get over the Victorian era ideas about sin. Rightly or wrongly our provincial governments make a ton of money from legalized gambling. And taxes on cigarettes and other tobacco products, which is a thoroughly obnoxious product that ought to be made illegal, or at the very least highly restricted. What's wrong with taxing people that get paid for sex? It's already happening in Canada whether you knew it or not. The government doesn't care where the income comes from, as long as you declare it and pay tax. The problem is that we're probably getting only a fraction of what's there.
One of the things the prostitution laws were designed to do was control the nuisance of working prostitutes on the street. Police went through elaborate rituals to catch and release the johns. At one workplace we had a cop come in to give personal security tips. She was telling us about her nights dressed as a hooker, entrapping guys looking for sex. That's no fun for anyone. If the trade is legalized, with organized well run brothels where the staff can protect themselves and vet the clients, then what is outside is an actual crime. Doing business without a license, trespassing, creating a nuisance, whatever.
If the business is regulated, it becomes easier to keep track of who is involved, making it easier to find the underaged or the trafficked immigrants. Please note I've no illusions about some of the seamier parts of the trade going underground, which is EXACTLY WHAT WE HAVE NOW. Only it's mixed in with other parts of the trade that are technically legal. Let's sort it out, and deal with each part of it appropriately.
As long as sex is conflated with shame, and it's all hidden under a rock, there are going to continue to be victims, and we'll just keep going around the mulberry bush. Let's grow up. People want to have sex. They're willing to trade money for it, sometimes even if they can get it at home. There is no shortage of (apparently) happily married men sneaking out for something their wives or girlfriends can't or won't provide. And the reverse too, let's not forget that. There are male prostitutes.
The time is now.
Just about your last chance for AMA, Ask Me Anything, I will answer. I've got some questions lined up by people that haven't provide a question. Just because I'm evil that way.
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
me, the skinny hippy
Once again, a two hour commute home in the falling snow. At least this one includes a stop for gas. Given what we heard on the radio about traffic, I suspect a 2 hour trip is one of the shorter ones. At one point they closed Glenmore trail and diverted everybody onto Deerfoot. If you don't know Calgary, these are both major freeways that were already full of traffic. This is a detour that is hideous at the best of times, and tonight is unspeakable. We didn't even try to go to yoga, since anyone from Glenmore going south, is going to be going right past the studio, taking one of the roads we would need to take. Shoveling snow is my workout tonight. I have rarely seen Calgary with this much snow.
In response to the clamor of requests for the photo of us from 1984, compliments of my brother, here you are. Never let it be said that I'm not responsive to my readers. As you will further see in my AMA Ask Me Anything feature. The questions are coming in thick and fast. Don't wait! Get yours in now via comments, email, or social media.
The orange cat is Sebastian; he was a wonderful cat and I still think about him. I still can't quite believe all that hair. And no gut. Amazing! I'd forgotten I had ever tried to part my hair in the centre like that. Very shortly after this, the part went back on the left, where it belongs. Not that that matters now. Serious contemplating a buzzer of a haircut next summer. Or sooner if I decide to start swimming a lot more.
In response to the clamor of requests for the photo of us from 1984, compliments of my brother, here you are. Never let it be said that I'm not responsive to my readers. As you will further see in my AMA Ask Me Anything feature. The questions are coming in thick and fast. Don't wait! Get yours in now via comments, email, or social media.
The orange cat is Sebastian; he was a wonderful cat and I still think about him. I still can't quite believe all that hair. And no gut. Amazing! I'd forgotten I had ever tried to part my hair in the centre like that. Very shortly after this, the part went back on the left, where it belongs. Not that that matters now. Serious contemplating a buzzer of a haircut next summer. Or sooner if I decide to start swimming a lot more.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Right now it's warm, but
I just took the recycle and garbage bins out to the back alley. It was warm enough I didn't even need to wear a jacket. However, it's supposed to start snowing tonight, and get really cold again. Just like last week all over again. There are some streets in the NE that are still impassable, I'm told.
Even getting into my massage therapist was a bit of a trick. The churned up snow was brushing the bottom of the car at times. No one body part was really bad, but everything from my low back down was somewhat tight.
Once home I got on the bike for a few minutes, then spent quite a while stretching.
I finished up The Room, a fascinating iPad game. I got it free as a promo to hook people into buying the sequel that just came out. Linda is hooked. I'm watching her just this minute. She is swiping, pinching, tapping with the best of them. I think I've just lost my iPad for a while.
Only a few more days of work, then I'm off for two weeks. Yay! I'm looking forward to some unstructured time. We don't have any plans to go anywhere, at least not yet.
I got an interesting gift the other day. My brother sent me a digitized photo from the summer of 1984. I hadn't even remembered it being taken. This must have been one of his trips through Calgary. Man what a skinny hippie I was back then!
Don't forget the AMA, Ask Me Anything feature. I've had some questions, thank you very much. I've been having an entertaining time dreaming up questions, and all too much fun thinking about who they might be attributed to.
Is that a snowflake going by? Shit. Already. Morning commute is not likely to be fun. Sigh.
Even getting into my massage therapist was a bit of a trick. The churned up snow was brushing the bottom of the car at times. No one body part was really bad, but everything from my low back down was somewhat tight.
Once home I got on the bike for a few minutes, then spent quite a while stretching.
I finished up The Room, a fascinating iPad game. I got it free as a promo to hook people into buying the sequel that just came out. Linda is hooked. I'm watching her just this minute. She is swiping, pinching, tapping with the best of them. I think I've just lost my iPad for a while.
Only a few more days of work, then I'm off for two weeks. Yay! I'm looking forward to some unstructured time. We don't have any plans to go anywhere, at least not yet.
I got an interesting gift the other day. My brother sent me a digitized photo from the summer of 1984. I hadn't even remembered it being taken. This must have been one of his trips through Calgary. Man what a skinny hippie I was back then!
Don't forget the AMA, Ask Me Anything feature. I've had some questions, thank you very much. I've been having an entertaining time dreaming up questions, and all too much fun thinking about who they might be attributed to.
Is that a snowflake going by? Shit. Already. Morning commute is not likely to be fun. Sigh.
Sunday, December 15, 2013
The crowd was terrified, and left us alone
Let's see what order the photos show up in through magic of blogger imports. That's the order I'll write about, regardless of if it makes sense or not. I say BAH! to temporal boundaries.
This is from this morning. One of my blogger buddies was feeling grumpy, and wanted something to cheer her up. Sunrises often do that for me. My thinking is that if something as big and important as the sun keeps coming up, my problems can't be that serious. She liked the photo even if it wasn't the brilliant flame colors we sometimes get.
This is from earlier in the week. Celina occasionally likes to hop up and butt into wherever Curtis is sleeping. He sometimes looks a bit cranky about it.
Company Christmas party on Friday. The party was pretty good, my main criteria being the band not being too loud. I got to chat to a bunch of people I know, though there were a lot of empty places at the tables. Not that I'm expecting culinary excellence at dinner for several hundred, but I was disappointed by the food. Other meals we've had at this venue have been better.
Saturday I had fun going out and trying my new (exchanged) snowshoes. I went a couple of K in the big green space across the road. Only after did I realize that my left foot wasn't quite in the right place. It should have been strapped in about an inch further forward. There was a lot of snow. One drift was well over a foot deep, because that's how much I was sinking in. I really like the feeling of security I get walking on snowshoes. Mine have lots of pointy bits on the bottom edges. Probably not the best shoes for deep and fluffy snow, but there are add on tails if I want to do that.
After getting back in from snowshoeing, I changed and got on my bike for an hour of spin. I figured I might as well get good use out of the hot and sweaty.
While I'm on about it, my life has been bedeviled by small plastic tabs. A part broke off the BBQ earlier in the week. On my Sorel boots, there is a little plastic thingie that helps keep the laces in order, and half of it broke. I've only had these boots for 20 years or so, maybe more.
A few minutes after getting the earlier sunrise shot, I got these two. I thought the clouds were interesting.
This is where the crowds were terrified. The glass carafe on our French Press got broken, fortunately after making this morning's coffee. Replacement was urgent. We had some Sear's gift cards, so we braved the mall. First was the book store. I've got Cmdr Hadfield's book, and I'm quite looking forward to it. Then my bank, and then the mall. Linda burst out of the car and sprinted for the door, getting there just as they unlocked it. She is at the back of the crowd near the centre. They saw her coming and scattered for their lives just after the photo. We got up to the kitchen section unmolested. Unfortunately they didn't have the good ones. Just the cheap plastic ones that last about 3 servings. Lately we've had a string of irons that leak all over your hand as you use them, so we got another one, a different brand. They say it's made in Germany, and weighs like it. The ones that leaked were T-Fal, made in China. Never again.
A bit of web search discovered that Crate and Barrel had them (French Press, complete new ones AND replacement carafes! (Keep up.)). The associate that helped us was really good, but I wasn't impressed by the entrance/anteroom to the store. Neither Sears or C&B had a waffle maker I liked. The Krupp one could be used as armor plating on tanks in the next world war, but we don't need that many waffles at once. We can do without a waffle maker for a while, though it still sort of works, but having a real coffee maker is a daily necessity. If you have waffle maker suggestions, feel free to leave them in comments.
We strolled around the mall a bit, entranced by this structure in centre court. Santa isn't in his chair, but showed up a few minutes later. You can't see the snaky line up thingie, full of strollers. My considered opinion is that the guy doing Santa is either really hard up for $, or has done something truly dreadful in a previous lifetime and is paying for it now. Probably the parents too.
Sears was full of geezers. I think I only saw two people younger than me, excepting the employees. Sears has changed a lot. Not that I shop there much, and today's experience isn't going to speed my next time.
Once home I limbered up and went out into the beautiful sunshine. I ran 6 k just over 42 minutes up towards the reservoir and back. Dog city. My legs felt pretty good, and I probably could have run further, but didn't want to push it. The lesson I've learned this year is that I'm good for a while, but fall over the edge fairly quickly to having unhappy legs. It was probably about 10 C, and I could have worn shorts. The spike in the graph was waiting for the lights to change. it took a long time for my legs to feel happy running, and I gradually sped up throughout the run.
I'm still gathering questions for the AMA, Ask Me Anything. Feel free to leave your question in a comment, email, or social media. Remember that I'm quite willing to invent questions and attribute to people. As a teaser to one of the questions, the numeric part of the answer is 37, 30, 5. The metaphysical aspects will be covered in the blog later.
I've got nearly another 1000 words written on the novel. Kelly is involved with some snippy verbal sparring with a stuffed shirt corporate type. It's gonna get sad.
Don't forget, AMA, and waffle maker comments.
This is from this morning. One of my blogger buddies was feeling grumpy, and wanted something to cheer her up. Sunrises often do that for me. My thinking is that if something as big and important as the sun keeps coming up, my problems can't be that serious. She liked the photo even if it wasn't the brilliant flame colors we sometimes get.
This is from earlier in the week. Celina occasionally likes to hop up and butt into wherever Curtis is sleeping. He sometimes looks a bit cranky about it.
Company Christmas party on Friday. The party was pretty good, my main criteria being the band not being too loud. I got to chat to a bunch of people I know, though there were a lot of empty places at the tables. Not that I'm expecting culinary excellence at dinner for several hundred, but I was disappointed by the food. Other meals we've had at this venue have been better.
Saturday I had fun going out and trying my new (exchanged) snowshoes. I went a couple of K in the big green space across the road. Only after did I realize that my left foot wasn't quite in the right place. It should have been strapped in about an inch further forward. There was a lot of snow. One drift was well over a foot deep, because that's how much I was sinking in. I really like the feeling of security I get walking on snowshoes. Mine have lots of pointy bits on the bottom edges. Probably not the best shoes for deep and fluffy snow, but there are add on tails if I want to do that.
After getting back in from snowshoeing, I changed and got on my bike for an hour of spin. I figured I might as well get good use out of the hot and sweaty.
While I'm on about it, my life has been bedeviled by small plastic tabs. A part broke off the BBQ earlier in the week. On my Sorel boots, there is a little plastic thingie that helps keep the laces in order, and half of it broke. I've only had these boots for 20 years or so, maybe more.
A few minutes after getting the earlier sunrise shot, I got these two. I thought the clouds were interesting.
This is where the crowds were terrified. The glass carafe on our French Press got broken, fortunately after making this morning's coffee. Replacement was urgent. We had some Sear's gift cards, so we braved the mall. First was the book store. I've got Cmdr Hadfield's book, and I'm quite looking forward to it. Then my bank, and then the mall. Linda burst out of the car and sprinted for the door, getting there just as they unlocked it. She is at the back of the crowd near the centre. They saw her coming and scattered for their lives just after the photo. We got up to the kitchen section unmolested. Unfortunately they didn't have the good ones. Just the cheap plastic ones that last about 3 servings. Lately we've had a string of irons that leak all over your hand as you use them, so we got another one, a different brand. They say it's made in Germany, and weighs like it. The ones that leaked were T-Fal, made in China. Never again.
A bit of web search discovered that Crate and Barrel had them (French Press, complete new ones AND replacement carafes! (Keep up.)). The associate that helped us was really good, but I wasn't impressed by the entrance/anteroom to the store. Neither Sears or C&B had a waffle maker I liked. The Krupp one could be used as armor plating on tanks in the next world war, but we don't need that many waffles at once. We can do without a waffle maker for a while, though it still sort of works, but having a real coffee maker is a daily necessity. If you have waffle maker suggestions, feel free to leave them in comments.
We strolled around the mall a bit, entranced by this structure in centre court. Santa isn't in his chair, but showed up a few minutes later. You can't see the snaky line up thingie, full of strollers. My considered opinion is that the guy doing Santa is either really hard up for $, or has done something truly dreadful in a previous lifetime and is paying for it now. Probably the parents too.
Sears was full of geezers. I think I only saw two people younger than me, excepting the employees. Sears has changed a lot. Not that I shop there much, and today's experience isn't going to speed my next time.
Once home I limbered up and went out into the beautiful sunshine. I ran 6 k just over 42 minutes up towards the reservoir and back. Dog city. My legs felt pretty good, and I probably could have run further, but didn't want to push it. The lesson I've learned this year is that I'm good for a while, but fall over the edge fairly quickly to having unhappy legs. It was probably about 10 C, and I could have worn shorts. The spike in the graph was waiting for the lights to change. it took a long time for my legs to feel happy running, and I gradually sped up throughout the run.
I'm still gathering questions for the AMA, Ask Me Anything. Feel free to leave your question in a comment, email, or social media. Remember that I'm quite willing to invent questions and attribute to people. As a teaser to one of the questions, the numeric part of the answer is 37, 30, 5. The metaphysical aspects will be covered in the blog later.
I've got nearly another 1000 words written on the novel. Kelly is involved with some snippy verbal sparring with a stuffed shirt corporate type. It's gonna get sad.
Don't forget, AMA, and waffle maker comments.
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Happy that's over, and a winner!
I'm back. Not with it yet, but the coffee is helping. I've never been so ready for a vacation in my life. Or retiring and giving up this day job thing.
Let's just say the commuting was hell this week, and leave it at that. The giant xl (a different one than last time) from hell has been preying on my mind. As has inconsistent data entry clerks. One of my tasks on this xl is to determine if two rows of data are one thing, or two things. And their parent relationship, in all it's on and offness glory. Another week and I'm off for two weeks.
There's been another work thing thats been stressful, involving contract renewal. Can't say much about that.
Pretty well everything else has been on hold this week. The yoga class was lovely as always, and the novel is chugging along. I just discovered last night that Penny likes to have her feet rubbed, and that her new boyfriend is entirely happy to do so. Other things too, but lots of time for that. There was a whole scene where the characters were trying out different versions of a conversation, happily squabbling about who would or wouldn't say certain things. Sort of like watching a cast of actors working through a script. Except there is no script. It's a great way to get to know them better.
Supposedly Calgary is going to warm up to +8 C. Which will melt some of the snow, and we'll have skating rink roads again. Sigh. Hoping to get out on my snowshoes.
Lastly, the news I know you've all been waiting for! BJ is the winner, second year in a row! What a champ she is. It took her 8 months to pick up her bottle of wine, lets see how she makes out this year. Which reminds me Christmas cards are on the agenda this weekend. As is coming up with answers for the AMA feature. One of the questions is going to involve my finding a ruler, and help reading it.
The AMA feature, you ask? Ask Me Anything, in comments or email or other social media. I will answer in an up coming blog, probably some time around year end. Anything at all.
Let's just say the commuting was hell this week, and leave it at that. The giant xl (a different one than last time) from hell has been preying on my mind. As has inconsistent data entry clerks. One of my tasks on this xl is to determine if two rows of data are one thing, or two things. And their parent relationship, in all it's on and offness glory. Another week and I'm off for two weeks.
There's been another work thing thats been stressful, involving contract renewal. Can't say much about that.
Pretty well everything else has been on hold this week. The yoga class was lovely as always, and the novel is chugging along. I just discovered last night that Penny likes to have her feet rubbed, and that her new boyfriend is entirely happy to do so. Other things too, but lots of time for that. There was a whole scene where the characters were trying out different versions of a conversation, happily squabbling about who would or wouldn't say certain things. Sort of like watching a cast of actors working through a script. Except there is no script. It's a great way to get to know them better.
Supposedly Calgary is going to warm up to +8 C. Which will melt some of the snow, and we'll have skating rink roads again. Sigh. Hoping to get out on my snowshoes.
Lastly, the news I know you've all been waiting for! BJ is the winner, second year in a row! What a champ she is. It took her 8 months to pick up her bottle of wine, lets see how she makes out this year. Which reminds me Christmas cards are on the agenda this weekend. As is coming up with answers for the AMA feature. One of the questions is going to involve my finding a ruler, and help reading it.
The AMA feature, you ask? Ask Me Anything, in comments or email or other social media. I will answer in an up coming blog, probably some time around year end. Anything at all.
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