varyingly ancient history
Dec. 24th, 2024 08:22 amThe pull-handle on my twelve-year-old carryon suitcase snapped on my way out to Erin's, and an impromptu repair job failed to do the trick. So I got to do There and Back Again lugging my luggage around like a primitive. WE INVENTED WHEELS FOR A REASON. Sigh.
Travelpro claims to have a Lifetime Replacement Warranty, and in fact I'd just used that to replace my check-size suitcase when one of the zipper heads went missing. Turns out "lifetime" is flexible, and they're no longer accepting registrations for luggage made before sometime in 2018. Bah. I even dug up the receipt and all. Which is how I know it was twelve years old: bought in October 2012 from one of the sketchy luggage places that used to be all up and down Robson Street, for CAD$200.
Eh well. It served me well and more than well. I've ordered a (nicer) replacement, which will turn up around the new year.
While I was digging around for the receipt I also turned up an actual $50 US Savings Bond. My grandfather gave one to all the grandkids back in 1993. I'd actually unearthed it two decades earlier, at which point I transferred it out of "the dresser drawer at my parents' place" and into "my stack of random stuff that will be important sooner or later". It stopped accumulating interest last December so I guess I should figure out some way to turn it into actual money. (Thanks, Granddaddy Taylor.)
Huh. From the (brief) linked journal entry, I still have both the "old hiking boots" (I'm pretty sure that's the first pair of real boots I got, when I was in seventh grade) and the new "decent pair of dress shoes," and they all still fit and still see some use. I knew I'd stopped growing up by the time I hit ninth grade; the ceiling fan pull in my bedroom was at eye level when we moved in and never changed. Guess that went for feet as well.
Xmas shopping as such is done. Today I pick up my new glasses (bifocals / "progressives," for the first time since I inexplicably had them for a year in about fourth grade) and my cleaned coat, and I guess some milk and other staples to get me through the week. My Xmas Day plans involve Not Going Anywhere; will see how that pans out. (Mr Tuppert certainly approves.)
Merry Xmas Eve. I hope you're well.
Travelpro claims to have a Lifetime Replacement Warranty, and in fact I'd just used that to replace my check-size suitcase when one of the zipper heads went missing. Turns out "lifetime" is flexible, and they're no longer accepting registrations for luggage made before sometime in 2018. Bah. I even dug up the receipt and all. Which is how I know it was twelve years old: bought in October 2012 from one of the sketchy luggage places that used to be all up and down Robson Street, for CAD$200.
Eh well. It served me well and more than well. I've ordered a (nicer) replacement, which will turn up around the new year.
While I was digging around for the receipt I also turned up an actual $50 US Savings Bond. My grandfather gave one to all the grandkids back in 1993. I'd actually unearthed it two decades earlier, at which point I transferred it out of "the dresser drawer at my parents' place" and into "my stack of random stuff that will be important sooner or later". It stopped accumulating interest last December so I guess I should figure out some way to turn it into actual money. (Thanks, Granddaddy Taylor.)
Huh. From the (brief) linked journal entry, I still have both the "old hiking boots" (I'm pretty sure that's the first pair of real boots I got, when I was in seventh grade) and the new "decent pair of dress shoes," and they all still fit and still see some use. I knew I'd stopped growing up by the time I hit ninth grade; the ceiling fan pull in my bedroom was at eye level when we moved in and never changed. Guess that went for feet as well.
Xmas shopping as such is done. Today I pick up my new glasses (bifocals / "progressives," for the first time since I inexplicably had them for a year in about fourth grade) and my cleaned coat, and I guess some milk and other staples to get me through the week. My Xmas Day plans involve Not Going Anywhere; will see how that pans out. (Mr Tuppert certainly approves.)
Merry Xmas Eve. I hope you're well.