Category: Disaster

Tammy SAID I’d be accident prone

So it is with no surprise that I report that I sliced myself a good one this morning (on my numb toe, oF COURSE, so I didn’t feel a thing) and bled like a good thing all over everything (although only one spot fell on the carpet, thank heavens).  Also, when I went to show off my laptop last night to Paul – the screen died.  It had been working fine that morning, and then, nothing. 

So…. I went looking for my receipt and do you suppose I could find it?  Of course I did register a three year extended warranty so I’m not going to have any trouble swapping it out, but it wasn’t what I had planned this evening.

Cleaned some more at the Augur Inn last night and gave back the motorcycle helmet I inadvertently walked off with when Paul drove me back.

Patricia has invited me for drinkies at her place on Friday.  I will be seeing Brother Jerome’s mum Gail on Saturday; she just moved to town and I don’t think there’s a lot of women her age (or  reasonably close thereto) for her to hang around with so she’s coming over for tea.

With all the excitement, I suddenly remembered where I’d left the Tarot cards.  First three cards on the Celtic Cross….. Judgment.  Justice.  Strength.  I’ve never had three major arcana come up like that, I just about fell over.  But I have to say that money appeared nowhere in the reading, and I must admit it troubles me.  Although I supposed I should be happy that both the 5 of cups and the 8 of swords are now behind and below me…..

Bad day at the Augur Inn

I didn’t exactly cry my body weight yesterday, but very close.

Today my vision is very blurry.

My feelings of sadness, failure and rejection loom large right now.  Paul and I went for a walk late last night and halfway through the walk he – unwittingly – picked a seat where I could see my new apartment building.  I guess I’ll let the coincidence speak for itself. 

I phoned Sandy yesterday looking for sympathy, and her response was a brusque, “Well, what did you expect?”  That too speaks volumes.

Booked the movers

As things stand, I should be moved in by about 9 pm on Tuesday the 1st.  I fired off an email to folks who might have any interest in knowing where I’ll be living, and will follow up with the non-email people later this week.

My next vacation days are in June, and I don’t think they’ll get here fast enough.  I wonder if the Muse will be kind and come for a visit.  Although I can never schedule her… occasionally she shows up in the summer but she’s more likely to show up in November and early spring.
I have also asked for a couple of days off this month and next as vacation days so I can be trained for Emergency Social Services (response to people who’ve been through disasters – in Burnaby that’s been two humongous apartment fires, in one case 80 people were out on the street and needed shelter).  I’ve been meaning to do it for ages, seeing as how I’m not doing any volunteer work and it is something that I’m interested in.

Hope everybody has a loverly day.

Beeyutiful day

It’s absolutely gorgeous out, but a little on the cold side.  I am in a good mood for the first time in ages.  There’s a party coming up, and I have to pack, and I have received my bonus cheque, and it’s really sunny, and we MAY just have licked the bedbug situation, but only if Katie STAYS HOME for the next month.  Te he.  There’s a way to get her to come home at night.

It makes me sad to say it, but Paul and I are evicting Dr. Filk.  We both asked him to clean up his living space preparatory to the sale of the house, and his response to both of us was a polite, “No, thanks”.  Since we aren’t going to be getting the full sale price unless the downstairs is at least tidy, we regretfully gave him his notice yesterday for May 1st.  This is dreadful family news and shows that Paul and I are cruel, nasty people with no consideration, and that all we care about is money, and that we have no sense of fine family feeling or any clue about how truly upright and moral people live.  Since everybody in the known universe with the exception of my mother and a couple of close friends thinks I’m self-centered and crazy, what’s a little more fuel for the fire?  C’est la vie.

Imagine a company

That has an accident between an aircraft and a truck on the ramp at a major international airport. The accident happened off an active runway while the aircraft was being towed. No idea what happened to the tow truck driver – he should have been disciplined at the very least, because he was going too fast. The tow bar snapped and sheared off the tow pin, then the aircraft (which didn’t have any fuel in it and was therefore light and ‘hoppy’) bounced into the air and came down on the truck in a variation of the ‘jackknife’ accident so well known to Canadian highway drivers. Since Canadians specialize in ‘expensive f*ckups that don’t kill anybody’ nobody was even injured.

Anyway, although I am not going to reproduce them here, out of respect for the lawyers at Air Canada, Paul was able to walk up to where the work was being done and take pictures. The guys are doing beautiful work on the belly skin (and a couple of structural members, alas), getting it fixed up again and back into service, and as they have nothing to be ashamed of I’m glad Paul got pix. I find it interesting that Paul is by no means the only person who’s wandered in there with a digital camera and absolutely no attempt has been made to stop him; he’s wearing the uniform and has the badge, so nobody said a thing.