We had the furnace ducts cleaned yesterday by the 4 Seasons Home Comfort people. $262.50 later, we have clean ducts. But it didn’t do any good at first because a transformer blew apart. How? Something about a faulty ground wire. There is normally a buzzing noise from the furnace (the old transformer did that), but this morning – no buzz, and no heat. Another technician came today to fix it, no charge. Now all is good.
I made apple sauce with apples from TB’s back yard and some from Parkbridge. Definitely not as sweet as some would like it.
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Now here’s an idea that, upon first look, seems kooky. Vacation in prison. But, having lived in South Korea for many years, I know that work can take its toll on a person. The busy busy busy, go go go, workaholic lifestyle wears a person thin. Enter: Prison. Well, a place that apparently resembles prison.
One only has to Google “prison hotel” to get prison vacation destination ideas.
Yes, I get it. But … what about self-restraint? (Unintentional play on words.) Book a simple place somewhere, without annoying people all over the damn place, vendors hungry for money, where peace and quiet are the norm. Buy a tent, go camping. Don’t bring your Winnebago. Not even your VW Westfalia. Just you and a tent.
Not the outdoorsy type? Go stay in a small prairie town hotel. Go to Cadillac, SK. Or Fort Smith, NT. Take a simple “cruise” on BC Ferries up the Inside Passage. But I guess all of these offer distraction after distraction, noise, people all over, and / or lack of solitude.
It occurred to me a while back that my websites were not searchable in Google, Ask.com, Yahoo!, Duckduckgo, or anything else. Why? Didn’t people search for seaweed soup or ESL classes? Weren’t people interested? I was hurt! Not really, but it was weird nonetheless. Back in the day, when static HTML pages ruled and students logged in, my website was searched for many times.
I’ve been back for a couple of days now. I had a good time despite the weather. Here are a few things I wrote along the way.
Long ago someone asked me why I said, “my wife,” as though she belonged to me. That someone was a man-hating feminist vegan lesbian artist. I gave her a ride home once. She seemed nice. I didn’t know she had a hate-on for men at the time. I was just offering a ride home. “Do you own her? Does she belong to you?” she asked. I jokingly said, “No, I think she owns me.” That didn’t go over well. No, “belong to” in my thinking doesn’t mean “ownership”. It means “membership”, as in “I belong to this group”. A member of a team. Without the team (read: community), I am incomplete. Without me, the team (again, the community) is incomplete. I should have started with that!
I’m drinking Oolong tea these days. I did a search on Ask.com. According to Caffeine Informer, the average cup of Oolong has 37mg of caffeine. My Starbucks Americano (tall) has 150mg. And their Pike Place – I was surprised at this – has a whopping 235mg of caffeine! Good gawd. So this is why I’m switching to tea as my “second cup”. Eventually I plan to go without caffeine.
You probably don’t know this, but my nickname from way back is Oolong. The Wife gave that to me. Why? I still don’t know, but it’s probably because it sounds like Allan in some languages & cultures. Good enough reason to switch to tea.
I’m here. I arrived at Fernie yesterday afternoon.
The place I’m staying at is actually someone’s apartment with the largest bedroom for their guest (me). The rest of the apartment is shared. They spend most of their time in their own rooms.
There is a music festival here this weekend, but I haven’t heard any yet. I don’t even know where it will be. I’m sure I’ll catch wind of it sooner or later.
It rained pretty much all yesterday and this morning. The sun has come out now, in time for the festival.
Aizlynn asked me what I was doing for my birthday. I had nothing planned.
I know it seems weird to think that that question seemed weird. But it did. “Nothing …” I felt a bit… Anyway, in an email a few days later she offered to pay for three nights at a B&B in Fernie, BC during their Harvest Feast & Fest.
At the time, BC was rife with forest fires. Last year it was mid-September before a state of emergency was lifted. So I thought this year there would be no point in making reservations.
I also thought I’d be employed by then, but I’m not.
So I’m going. I’ll be there from Sept. 13 to 16, 2018.