Monthly Archive: November 2008

Frantic doorbell

OK, so that was incredibly entirely weird. I was in the bathroom when I heard someone ringing the doorbell. I figured that it was just a solicitor so I paid no mind. Besides, I was midway through a bowel movement so I wasn’t about to rush myself. Moments later thought the doorbell sounded frantically. So, on top of my solicitor assessment I figured that it was some young kid that’s a bit ADD and like ringing doorbells. Whatever. The frantic ringing continued so I eventually thought that this might be some sort of emergency. Maybe someone in my family lost their keys and the garage door opener stopped working, I don’t know. If it was someone I knew, I knew that they’d have the sense to call first before coming over.

Anyway, I eventually stopped hearing the doorbell, so I finished my business in peace. When I left the bathroom, I heard that the ringing was replaced with frantic knocking. I thought, whatever it is, it must be really bad. So I went downstairs and opened the door. Who did I find? I don’t know–the face wasn’t familiar. It was a middle aged south Asian woman who kind of sounded hard of hearing. It’s possible that she didn’t know how to communicate in English, but the story seems more interesting with a deaf Indian woman. Anyway, in her hand was a hand drawn map of someplace that she had to be. From her grunts I gathered that she was lost. So after analyzing the map I pointed her in the correct direction. She walked away in the strong winds.

So yeah, this event dumbfounds me. Of all the houses, why would she pick this one? Why would she be so frantic in ringing the doorbell of a random house? Why was she panicking at all? Straaaange.

Eager for baked goods

Just firing off a quick post today. This evening I’m getting together with my running buddies for an end-of-year “wing ding.” It’s a potluck and I declared that I’d be bringing either brownies or lemon squares–both of which I’ve gotten pretty good at doing. Well, last night I was feeling a bit eager and decided to do both. I baked the lemon squares last night and the brownies a few hours ago. I swear, I’m glad most of these are coming with me to the potluck. They both turned out really well, and if they hung around I know I’d be cramming my gullet with these treats non-stop.

Anyway, here are the pictures of the finished products. Let me know what y’all think. I hope my running buddies will enjoy them.

My wife will enjoy The Hives

An exchange between the cashier at the record store and me:

“Buying for Christmas?”
– “Mm…you could say that. More for me, really.”
“Heh, yeah. I’m sure your wife will really enjoy The Hives
– ^_^;;;

Apparently I look like I’m married.

Meeting again with the design consultant

I had an appointment with the builder’s design consultant this morning. Apparently the company that was originally going to supply the cabinetry for all the condo units went under, meaning that I had to come in to see and approve the substitutions. I parked at the station lot and made the short walk over to the office. As I walked by my future building I noticed that my unit had the windows and patio doors installed. Wow, man. That means that my unit is now enclosed and somewhat shielded from the weather. That’s really good news because with the cold weather encroaching upon us I don’t want any delays due to construction people not being able to do anything useful in the skin-numbing winds. That’s pretty much what the consultant told me: they wanted to get the shell up as soon as possible so that they could continue working through winter. Makes sense.

Next to the condo building, work is already well under way on a new recreation centre. I really appreciate the fact that there’ll be such a place just a few steps away from where I’ll be. There’s been talk that the factory north of the community will be torn down and replaced with commercial developments including a bank and maybe a grocery store. God, there’s so much going on around this place that it’s almost unbelievable, you know? I’m completely looking forward to seeing just how transformed this area will be in two years. Right now it’s a tad bleak, but the potential is all there.

Anyway, the appointment was really quick and painless. The original cabinets were labelled as having the stain colour “espresso” but who are they kidding? The colour was basically black. This new cabinet stain colour by the new company is also labelled “espresso” but isn’t black. Instead, it’s a dark brown that’s somewhat warmer than the previous ones. I think this is a great substitution because dark brown is simply more visually interesting. For these cabinets, I was given a choice among a wide selection of handles. For the old cabinets, there was no choice–either I took the ugly handles that they had or just specified them not to put the handles on at all. I opted to not have the handles installed because the specified ones were just damn ugly. In its place, I was planning on just getting these long, chunky metallic ones. I had the image in mind and was determined to have it look right. Well, among the selection of handles for the new cabinets was basically the type of handle I was thinking of. Sure, the sample was smaller than I had imagined, but it had the same aesthetic. And it was free! So yeah, that was one less thing I had on my mind.

One of the upgrades that I signed for was to switch the electrical switches from the skinny ones to the fat Decora switches. For whatever reason, that option suddenly became standard, meaning that the several hundred I paid for that option was going to be refunded to me. That extra $500+ was already basically a sunk cost in my mind so I asked if there was anything else I could throw the money toward. I ended up asking for a cold water line for my fridge. Even with that added though it seems that the builder will still end up refunding me some cash. Really, I have to ask, how the heck did that happen? In effect, I’ve added another option, and they still owe me. Ha!

There are only four months and a bit left before I can move in. I am ridiculously excited!

Biting hard

So, you know the pain I was feeling yesterday? Today that was amplified a couple of times over. This morning in the rush to get out the door I grabbed a cracker sandwich thing to at least get something in my stomach. When I tried to bite off a piece I felt a lot of pain. I couldn’t even break the damn sandwich in between my teeth. I was determined to get it in my stomach so I resorted to breaking off pieces by hand, then letting the piece get mushy before processing it further. Quite pathetic!

At lunch, I was hunting for something manageable and settled on a Vietnamese restaurant for a bowl of pho. The broth was good, and the noodles were soft. Chewing the already soft beef though? Challenging. I left the place thinking that I needed an Advil or something. My jaw was ringing from the all the effort needed to eat.

Now, I’m sure this is just due to the fact that I can eat little else, but I’m suddenly having a craving for mousse or Jell-O. Hmm…or congee. Yeeees, nice, soft, congee.

This is kind of sad. All of this talk of easy to chew soft food is making me think of elderly people with dentures that are living in a retirement home, just kvetching about how all of the food they’re being given is just hard to eat. Next thing you know I’ll be cutting corn off the cob, nibbling the kernels one by one. Sad! No, no, I won’t let this temporary condition break me. I refuse!

*grumble*

Chains…of power

Often, when I talk about the discomfort associated with having the archwire for my braces changed, I compare it to being punched in the mouth. There’s this feeling of pervasive after-the-fact achiness. I can go about my day not really noticing, but as soon as I clamp down or try to bite something all of the discomfort comes rushing back. Eating has been difficult today. This only happens every time there’s a major change in wire gauge. I haven’t felt this bad since a few months ago.

So, I guess if you read between the lines you’ll know that there was another major change. Yes, they changed the wire gauge, though I don’t know whether it’s stronger or not. The more important thing is that my dentist has decided that it’s time for me to make use of power chains. For a long while, I’ve been using elastics as directed to pull my teeth into better alignments. As my dentist says, she wanted my teeth to all be “Class I.” At this last appointment she was excited to see that it was all aligned properly. So, the next task is to tighten all of the spacing because there were some small gaps created from the process of making it all aligned. Apparently the power chains are supposed to help with that all while not messing with the alignment. I’m not sure how that supposed to work, but it’s really not my place to question.

So yeah, the power chain is pretty tight, and it’s exerting even pressure all over. I expect the achiness to die down in the next few days–it always does die down. I’m so excited that the end is near. I know a lot of people have to wear braces for a very long time, so I feel fortunate to have made so much progress in under a year. I’m more than willing to put up with a little discomfort if it means making good improvements.

Soprano Barracuda

Just a bit of randomness this morning.

As I was sitting on the train listening to my iPod, Barracuda by Heart came on. For whatever reason I paid more attention to the singer’s high-flying vocal acrobatics than usual, and that’s when I suddenly had this thought: I want to hear Soprano Measha Brueggergosman cover this song.

Yeah, I know: WTF. I think in my mind I still remember Measha as a guest panelist on Video On Trial and she kind of cracked me up by striking a balance between maintaining some dignity and trashing cheesy videos. I think there was a brief clip of her belting out a line from one of the songs she was critiquing. I guess that scene was just hanging around my subconscious.

In any case, yes, hearing her or another operatic singer covering rocks songs would be awesome. I don’t think a full album would be viable, but perhaps a YouTube video? What if she covered some real cheese à la Alanis and My Humps? Ah, but it’s all been done before.

Anyway. :o

ETA: Curious, any odd combinations of singer and song that you might want to hear?

Dodging icy patches

The other day my father was giving me a little grief for continuing to run in the cold weather. I don’t think that he actually knows that I’m training for a half-marathon at the beginning of March, but I think it’s better not to tell him because I know that he’s going to be endlessly worrying about how that’s going to affect my health. That’s really his basic worry: he doesn’t want me to develop some weird ailments when I grow old from running in adverse weather. He also doesn’t want me to put myself through the hardships of running in harsh weather. My response to him was that no one was forcing me to do any of this. It’s of my own volition that I’m out there pounding the pavement and dodging icy patches. If it was something that was really affecting me, I’d end it. As it is though, running out there is refreshing.

This morning we had to cover 9K; the air was nice and crisp making the run comfortable. I’m still trying to break in my new shoes. My shins, calves and ankles weren’t feeling bad, but the insteps of my feet were really feeling the correctiveness of the shoes. I didn’t run fast simply because the mild discomfort was holding me back. Since I was behind everyone, I decided that I’d just do a steady run instead of doing the 10 & 1′s. I was fine: my breathing was even, my heart rate didn’t spike, and I stayed constant. In my mind I was telling myself: if I can’t run fast, I’ll run steady.

The weather wasn’t bitterly cold this morning. It was around the freezing point, but with my generated warmth I didn’t feel horribly cold. I wouldn’t have imagined that I’d admit this, but running tights are actually quite comfortable. Who knew? I know I need a better base layer for my upper body when the weather gets colder, because a t-shirt and a light jacket eventually won’t cut it. It seems I’m spending a heck of a lot of money on running gear lately, but I seriously don’t mind. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been so committed to an activity before, so I guess I just feel like all of this is worthwhile. Plus, it’s all necessary in order to stay safe over the next few months. The conditions are only going to get tougher over the next few months. I’m not going to be caught off guard. I suppose I also want to give my father some peace of mind.

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