It’s about dentistry and peak oil… bet you thought I’d stopped talking about that?
Wagner was very smart and very musically influential. Even if he believed some nutty things.
Yesterday I walked with Paul in Robert Burnaby Park, a nice long walked that stretched my legs. We saw a woman who runs a doggie daycare (Canine Corner in North Burnaby) and she had 7 dogs off leash with her (and only the terrier barked, of course, but not at me. For some reason my ability to interact appropriately with dogs has magically improved over the last year). We talked to her for a good long while – she also has an elderly orange cat who was a Katrina rescue. In exchange I told her about Molly. Anyway, if her ability to cope with 7 offleash dogs is any recommendation, I recommend her facility. She was amazing, and those were very happy dogs.
Then we went into New West and went to the Deli on 6th Ave. next to Galloways which we also shopped at and got food for ourselves and Katie. Then I found out my bank card was compromised AGAIN and was declined, call bank.
I had cash to pay for the transaction, but I didn’t have any ID, which was naughty of me because as is customary these days, I drove. I went to the TD Canada Trust on 6th St. expecting to be told to go home and get picture ID, but wanting to know what happened to the card. Ross said, Tell me about your accounts, which I did, down to the penny in some cases, and then answered a couple more questions, and then bingo – he was getting an override from his supervisor and I had a new card. Total turnaround 5 minutes. I was astonished and pleased, and even happier than normal that I bank with TD Canada Trust.
Then Paul and I went to see Katie. Kashka was the only other roommate home, which meant SNAKES. Yes, they have a rosy boa (a boy, Speck, finger thin and 18 inches long) and a ball python (a girl, Opal, pushing 5 feet and forearm thick and very large for her age not to mention bloody strong) as well as a mini dobie named Piper, who jumped into my arms as soon as I saw her and a ten week old black kitten named Pan(dora). And dead rats in the freezer. Opal was traumatized by a live rat once and now she only eats drowned thawed ones. Anyway, we got them out and handled them, and we took some amusing pictures which I am hoping to coax out of Paul if chance affords so I can repost them (including one of Speck hanging out in my hat). Speck likes noses, Opal likes to drape herself around necks. Both have recently shed their skins and have a healthy glossiness that anybody who loves animals would rejoice to see.
Then I went home and tried to write down “Back in the City” and got about two thirds of the way through, I will finish today. It’s done now.
Then, True Blood from last night.
I just leaped up in consequence of hearing hail and got Granny’s chairs off the back deck. It was 5:52 in the morning when it stopped, and as is normal around here, it was heavy rain mixed with graupel. There was a bit of lightning too. Noisy! It was pinging and spoinging all over the show.