Thursday, August 04, 2016

The gas tank light and my charmed life

It has been a long time since I mentioned my charmed life on this blog.

We were 19 kilometres from Carleton Place when I noticed the gas tank warning light on the dashboard. I'd meant to gas up before we left on our trip to Perth but I forgot.

The needle was below empty on the meter. I've never run out of gas with the Corolla, so I don't know how far it can go. By the time we'd gone past the second exit ramp with no sign of a gas station, I had developed a detailed image of hitchhiking to Carleton Place with the little red gas jug and Manon waiting patiently for me with the car windows open. I also pictured myself scurrying across both sides of the highway and the median after I hitchhiked back.

But then I saw the big Canadian Tire sign at Carleton Place and knew that I'd at least be able to walk to a gas station.

It's been a long time since I've mentioned on this blog that I live a charmed life. But I do. The car made it all the way to pump at the Pioneer station. The pumps were busy with cars waiting to get into the aisle they'd selected.

Do you see why the pumps were busy? Gas was  84.9 cents a litre! Twelve cents a litre less than anywhere else we passed yesterday!

To sum up how lucky I was:

  • I drove for at least 19 kilometres with the little gas tank lit up on my dashboard.
  • I drove right into a free pump at a station that had cars lined up.
  • The gas price was dramatically lower than the price at any other station in Ottawa, Carleton Place or Perth yesterday. Lower than I've seen in months.
  • I had the emptiest gas tank possible to pour that cheap gas into.
When we drove home in the evening, the gas price was at 96.9 at the Pioneer.

Wednesday, August 03, 2016

The Cow not Purchased

I love buying fun things at Value Village.

But if I bought everything I wanted to at Value Village, the house would become crowded and at least one person who lives here would become less happy.

Meanwhile, digital photos don't take up any room and I can still feel like I brought the treasure home.

Sunday, July 03, 2016

I wish I had a guest book sooner

For this year's Canada Day Brunch, we actually got it together to have a guest book. Now that I see what you can get with a guest book, I regret not getting one sooner. Look. There's a portrait of me by the talented Annika.

Yes, the artist made me take off my apron.

I have another regret. I regret not asking Annika to do portraits in the guest book of others at the brunch. If we're lucky, she'll come next year.

There are more pictures of the brunch on Flickr.

Thursday, May 26, 2016

A Missed Opportunity

I just had a phone call that went like this:

Telephone: Ring

Me: {I look at the call display. It says "RBC".} 

Telephone: Ring

Me: {Picking up the phone} Hello?

Telephone: {Silence}

Me: Hello?

Telephone: Hello, RBC, Royal Bank of Canada. How may I help you today?

Me: You called me.

Telephone: Oh, sorry, {indistinguishable words} ,,,call sheet. Sorry to have bothered you, good bye.

Me: Good bye.

But now I have all sorts of thoughts on what I could have said:
  • Is there any sort of help you like providing?
  • Is the Royal Bank offering free money? or interest-free loans?
  • Our stairs could use painting.
If anyone has other ideas, I'd be happy to hear them in case the Royal Bank offers to help me again.

Thursday, May 12, 2016

Time for a change?

Set phasers on stun!
Thank you, Phil, for helping me explore a new career direction!

Sunday, March 06, 2016

Is Magi Dead? Episode 7

This episode is dedicated to Manon who cannot be here to watch Magi today.

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Skates on a plane

Thursday last week, I was at Billy Bishop Airport in Toronto to fly home on Porter. There was a long line to get to the security check. So long, that the guy in front of me in the line looked at me and said, "this is a long line." We strangers in the airport line rarely talk to each other. Maybe because we're alert to the possibility that we all might be terrorists.

I agreed. "The longest line I've ever seen here." We were in the Nexus/Premium Access line, so no need to mention that we both had plenty of experience with the airport lines.

Then he rifled through his bag. "I forgot my boarding pass." He ducked out of the line and went under the cordon ribbon thing, causing it to come undone. He started to reattach it, but I took it from him.

 "I'll deal with this, you get your boarding pass." I reattached the cordon.

While he was gone, two different people came along looking frantic waving their boarding passes and saying something about boarding in five minutes. I thought about saying something like, we all planned our travel to get here in lots of time, but I didn't. I just said, "go ahead."

Then the guy came back. He looked a little sheepish about getting back in front of me, but I told him it was fine. Perhaps this made him feel like confessing something. He lifted his carry-on bag. "I've got a pair of skates in here."

My eyes went wide. "A pair of skates?"

"Yeah," he said, "they told me at the counter they would be fine."

"A pair of skates is fine and we can't bring a little 2-inch pocket knife on?" (I'm still bitter about losing the little Swiss Army knife that I forgot to take out of my pocket a couple of years ago.)

"I guess it's hard to threaten someone with a skate," he said.

This seemed dubious to me, but I said, "okay, I think they should let it all on anyway. I wish you luck."

He went in the line for one x-ray machine and I went in the line for the other. A few minutes later I was heading into the snack area to get my free decaf cappuccino and packet of cookies when I ran into him.

"You'll never guess what happened," he said.

"Your skates?"

"They let them through!"

"They did? That's great."

"Yes, but I didn't know that my wife put a wine opener in my bag."

"Oh, no," I said, "they didn't like the cork screw?"

"Not the corkscrew, the little blade for taking off the plastic wrap at the top of the bottle."

"Oh, no," I said.

"Yes, I lost the wine opener."

 I'm hoping that if he was skating in Ottawa this past cold weekend, he found a good bottle of screw-top wine for afterwards.