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My Morning
Saturday, 29 January 2005 01:52 pmThis morning I dropped a pile of clothes and dishes and such at the local menonnite-run thift shop, successfully mailed our old DSL modem back to Bell Canada, bought bagels, and went to the Beer Store, where I stocked up on Waterloo Dark for me and Blanche de Chambley for dan.
It seems to have taken me three years, but I'm getting the hang of Canada Post. The post office itself is closed on weekends, and there's no Saturday delivery. However, there are postal outlets in various pharmacies around town that will take packages on Saturday *and* Sunday.
The bagel shop I went to has odd hours (basically when the owner feels like it), and it's in a relatively inconvenient location for us. But they have the only NY-style bagels in town, and the owner knows he has us where he wants us. They are good bagels.
I've got an annoying song stuck in my head, courtesy CBC radio the other night, when they interviewed a Saskatchewanian used car salesman who won the contest for a centenial theme song, creatively titled "Saskatchewan, We Love This Place!". The song is so insipid, but really catchy. You can read the chorus here. But don't bother, it's awful. Why in the world we had to listen to it, on Ontario public radio, is anybody's guess. Thank you, CBC. Edit: you too listen to it, too!
In a bit, d and I are going snow-shoeing, if we can figure out where to go. Then this evening, to a party. Tomorrow, to a house-cooling (dan's colleague Therese is going on a six-month sabbatical with her husband and young child). Sometime in there, I hope to get started on building the second rocking chair.
It seems to have taken me three years, but I'm getting the hang of Canada Post. The post office itself is closed on weekends, and there's no Saturday delivery. However, there are postal outlets in various pharmacies around town that will take packages on Saturday *and* Sunday.
The bagel shop I went to has odd hours (basically when the owner feels like it), and it's in a relatively inconvenient location for us. But they have the only NY-style bagels in town, and the owner knows he has us where he wants us. They are good bagels.
I've got an annoying song stuck in my head, courtesy CBC radio the other night, when they interviewed a Saskatchewanian used car salesman who won the contest for a centenial theme song, creatively titled "Saskatchewan, We Love This Place!". The song is so insipid, but really catchy. You can read the chorus here. But don't bother, it's awful. Why in the world we had to listen to it, on Ontario public radio, is anybody's guess. Thank you, CBC. Edit: you too listen to it, too!
In a bit, d and I are going snow-shoeing, if we can figure out where to go. Then this evening, to a party. Tomorrow, to a house-cooling (dan's colleague Therese is going on a six-month sabbatical with her husband and young child). Sometime in there, I hope to get started on building the second rocking chair.
