Feb. 12th, 2018

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I have acquired a bed, my first new bed in, well, ever. Bought a mattress and boxspring from a place near work that delivered them, and went out to Abbotsford to buy a nice-looking new-to-me wood-and-iron bedframe. It's a touch large for the room it's in, which is likely to be true as long as I'm in a Vancouver apartment. But it's not a modern solid headboard, which I hate, and it looks nice with Pop Shackelford's dresser and bedside table. And the mattress is pretty comfy.

Been spending a stupendous amount of money on getting the household up to speed. I think it's more or less there at this point. Furnishing a kitchen can get expensive, I tell you what, and I'm deliberately staying away from (most of) the less-useful kitchen gadgetry. But one needs knives and pots and cooking implements and and and...

And I have a rescue plant. It was a buck at Canadian Tire. Apparently it likes indirect light and not being watered for a couple of weeks at a time, which ought to work out pretty well all around.



Erin came down last weekend for a day or so, which was lovely, and then we (I) drove her new-to-her car north through a blinding snowstorm. I have never had the experience of not being able to see the road in front of me while driving, which happened for several seconds any time someone passed me in either direction. I can't say as I much care for it. Or for highway driving at 50 kph.

On Sunday the falling snow had all but stopped, but there were plenty of piles on the shoulder and slick spots on the highway. We passed a section where cars had been deliberately driving into a ditch the night before to avoid an accident in the road, and said "Yep, there's some tire tracks on the shoulder and a couple bits of car," and the next thing I knew I was headed into the ditch myself. Near as I can tell I drifted just a bit into the deep snow on the shoulder, and that pulled me into the rest of it, and there we were. Still drivable but no way to drive out of a metre of snow, so we waited a couple hours for BCAA to send a tow truck, and were fine if a bit shaken.

Other than that, we started watching Star Trek (the original). I'm finding it a curious and enjoyable mix of "of its time" (visuals, styling, occasionally the minor characters) and just plain good. Pretty sure most of my Trek knowledge comes from the first five movies and cultural osmosis. Somehow SF TV never really made an impact on me when I was a kid. I'm sure I've seen episodes but the only one I can recall at all is "Amok Time."



And now I'm home again, with a list of things I'd like to take care of this week and some uncertainty as to how motivated I'll be to do any of them. We shall see.

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"Jazz Fish, a saxophone playing wanderer, finds himself in Mamboland at a critical phase in his life." --Howie Green, on his book Jazz Fish Zen

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