There’s something wonderful about winter walks with the dog – especially on a Sunday afternoon, when it seems like no one else in the city is out and about.
We almost always go to the same place every time – a field across from a ball diamond just a few blocks from home. We usually pop across the road to the ball field, too, but it’s almost all I can do just to get around in there, as the snow is knee deep and Kaylee spends most of her time there “swimming” in the snow – which she LOVES to do – and is much less likely to break a trail for me, like she does very generously in the spot where these photos were taken.
So, the Mini-Van Saga is finally over…. and it turned out to be a trilogy, at that. I was originally going to be leasing The Fly-Mobile, so-named because it was The Fly-Girl’s ride, and she wanted to get rid of it.
I liked that mini-van. Turns out, the Fly-Girl did, too, and decided to keep it after all, even though she had to pay a bzillion dollars to get it registered in the U.S. after she got married and jumped The Ditch (Traitor!).
I got over it, though, when Fluffy (so-named by Kyla, because he’s, well, fluffy – 🙂 ), the Fly-Girl’s partner-in-car-sharking, found me another mini-van just like the Fly-Mobile, except fully powered and, um… purple. Which prompted Ky to name it The Grape-Mobile. And that prompted me to like it. I like pretty much anything provided it has a cool, freaky, and/or plain ol’ weird moniker.
And then the Grape-Mobile kakked on the operating table during the certification. And I do mean kakked. It barfed out every kind of fluid running through its veins, through all orifices, including new and bewildering orifices that no vehicle should have. So Fluffy shot it. Ky was pissed.
But, Fluffy turns out to be a Genie of sorts, and magicked us up a pristine (albeit older) one-ownered as-yet-un-named mini-van of the Chevy Lumina APV variety, that positively beamed throughout its certification, and Ky loves him again. The two cases of soda, three bags of potato chips, and two large jars of pickles he soothed her with may have had a part in the forgiveness, mind you.
The Pristine Un-Named was delivered to me Friday evening, whereupon, I immediately drove it the three blocks to Ruby’s house to show off. And I drove it the six-ish blocks to the J.O.B. yesterday, and then had to return to the mall from half-way home, having forgot it in the parking lot when my shift was over. Having wheels will take some getting used to…
Anyway… it was decided last evening, now that we have transportation, that we should pick up Ky’s doggish-type companion from her father’s place and get us to a too-far-to-walk-a-dog hiking trail with the camera. I put on a pair of sneakers for the first time in what feels like forever, and off we went.
During said Walk-About, I took the above photo, and noticed when I uploaded it, that there seemed to be a face peering out at me. This face looks eerily like my daughter, until it’s zoomed-in on, whereupon it just turns creepy.
Methinks, Shrinky may have sent a faerie over from the UK. She’s always catching them with her camera. I hope she doesn’t do it again, though, because it gives me the heebie-jeebies.
This afternoon, we will be traveling to Teeny-Tiny Town to visit my Mom, and bring some flowers to the cemetery for my Dad. We will be listening closely for the sound of him rolling over in his grave at the thought of me owning a vehicle. His response to my news, months ago, that I was planning this lease was: “God help the trees on the side of the road.”
I think it might be, because the smell outside my window smacks unmistakably of what can only be described as “Old Cat-Box”. Nasty analogy, I know, but there you have it. And the weather has finally been fine long enough for me to trust it.
This is Canuckia, after all. It could start to blizzard any minute. But, so far, so good – it was “Walk-About Weather” today, if ever I saw it, so off I went.
Does anybody remember The Pigman? For those that do, look what I came across on my Walk-About today…
For those interested, my “Road of Life” is, apparently, the stretch of Wellington St. West/East from Gore St. all the way up to Pathways Retirement Home. Now you know. For those confused, you really ought to read Paul Zindel.
Okay, that’s enough “For Thoses”…
…but didn’t get around to posting it before falling down the rabbit-hole for awhile there. This is my future home, you know, or one like it, if I ever make The Great Escape (not to mention, get a driver’s license and a truck to pull it with…). I wonder about the possibilities of mobile employment…? I’m gonna need to pay for gas, I think, as it may be difficult to conduct a proper getaway whilst hauling this thing behind me.
I didn’t really get much out of my Walk-About today… the egg salad at lunch didn’t sit particularly well, and usually the walk home will make that sort of thing better, but today not so much. Beer. Beer is the answer.
Kyla is off on her school trip to Toronto – left yesterday morning, walking on air all the way to meet up with her bus. She gets a luxury tour-bus ride there and back, a 4-star hotel (she packed three swimsuits because she couldn’t decide which to wear), a trip to the top of the CNN tower, the Science Center, shopping at the Eaton’s Center, and to top it off, tickets to The Phantom of the Opera…
…if she doesn’t chicken out, that is. She and another girl dared each other to “dress to the nines” for this shindig, but she brought a slightly-less formal outfit with her, in case they lost their nerve.
Again, Gramma & Grampa came through for this trip. I managed the cost of the bus/hotel/Phantom tickets, which came as a package deal, but she would have starved while there (not to mention lost out on shopping and sightseeing, which would have just killed her), if they hadn’t offered to help.
Of course, as luck would have it, her camera went in for repair last week, but Louie came through for her on that point, loaning her a camera of the same ilk, just one step up, and in a way cooler colour. She’s not going to want to give it back, I don’t think.
And speaking of cameras, my mom bought me Hilary for my birthday (no, it’s not my birthday), which I don’t generally like to celebrate (there’s something sort of embarrassing about getting a lot of attention for managing to stay alive another year), but my mother always acknowledges it, and who am to take away her pleasure in paying for a camera I should not have bought to begin with, (I’m supposed to be paying down the debt, not adding to it…) since it makes her happy – LOL!
Oddly, I got a call from one sister and a brother as well, which was weird. Possibly even a first. Nice though; I was genuinely touched.
And there! I have run out of steam. I’m going to drink my beer, try not to buy cigarettes, and edit the sound on that “way late” commercial, now that I’ve had a lesson in the software I’m using. Still, I think it’s going to be a long rest of the weekend.
Note to self: Don’t forget to pick up kid at designated bus drop-off at 6:30 Sunday. I don’t suppose anybody out there might think to remind me…?
That’s about how cold it was in the Sault yesterday morning.
It looked so nice out, that I thought it would be a good time to go out on a Walk-About, and play with the Not-Crappy Cam I now have in place of the Crappy Cam. I planned on going down by the waterfront/Civic Center area and see what I could see, and I was out the door by 8 AM.
…Ripped-up ol’ Walk-About clothes…? Check.
…Shades, against the sun/wind causing my eyes to stream…? Check.
…Hankie, for when the shades don’t work…? Check.
…Medium Tim’s®, black, double-cupped, ‘cuz I am a Saultite, and Saultites don’t go anywhere without a Tim’s® in their hand… (not to mention, these are “Rrrrroll-Up-the-Rrrrrim to Win” Days)? Check.
Now, the Not-Crappy Cam (Fuji FinePix A400) has pretty much the same specs as the camera I drowned, but it seems to be a much better piece of equipment, considering all the buttons were in different places, and I couldn’t feel my hands. I consider myself (and Louie, the Not-Crappy Cam owner) to be extremely lucky that I didn’t fry this one with coffee, too; my hands were that numb.
It really is a good little camera, though – better than the drowned one in so many respects. I didn’t bother unpacking the tripod, and I know my hands were shaking half the time, but it seemed to compensate well. The R607 was a great one for blur, in my hands.
And the optical zoom seems better, too. Maybe it’s just that I haven’t had a camera to play with lately?
Normally, a walk to my Mom and Dad’s takes about 45 minutes. What with all the Walking-About and button-pushing, it was just coming up on 10 AM when I reached the east-end version of that “other” coffee-spot…
So, instead, I picked up donuts and knocked on my Mom and Dad’s door. And, after running my hands under hot water for 10 minutes… and drinking two pots of tea… and having lunch, and a nap on the couch, I played around with the zoom a little more.
…and admired the macro function, which did not bitch at me every time I didn’t manage to “half-press” the button.
I napped a little more. I accepted a supper invitation, and ate a really good beef stew and dumplings.
It was, ummm…. “suggested” that I go back to my Walk-Abouts.
“But I walk everywhere!” sez I.
“You walk to get somewhere. You should walk to see something,” sez They. Firmly. “And take pictures.”
Aha! I see a way out of this…
“I fried my camera.”
“You need a camera? You can have my camera. Here take my camera.”
Gawd, I hate this. I’m not very good at “Gee, thank you; that’s very nice.” It tends to come out sounding more like, “I don’t need your steenking camera!” And you know what they say: “Pride goeth before the loss of a camera offer”, or some such drivel. One of these days I’ll have to try “Don’t look a gift-horse in the mouth” on for size. I smoothed things over by saying I would consider going on a Walk-About. Eventually.
“You should go back to church, too,” sez They. Firmly.
Which is why I found myself wandering up to the Locks yesterday, borrowed “Crappy-Cam” in hand. I hadn’t planned on going to the Locks, which, I guess, was kind of the whole point. I think I probably ended up there because I’ve never been there in the winter before.
And, tougher-looking by the second, Crappy-Cam Owner has the pink hair again. I think she looks pretty cool, actually.
She’s been working on a science fair project for school. She wants to be a Marine Biologist eventually. Specializing in sharks.
Specifically the Great White.
I dunno… I think it might be cheaper to send her to Art School. She shows a lot of promise there, too.