Snow Day In Salsbury Park

January 15, 2020

 

Even with the snow falling at its most intense, the kids are having fun in the Park!


Glowing In The Dark

January 7, 2020

I spent most of today at VGH having my heart checked out.  This involved being injected twice with radioactive dye.

When I got home, I stood in the closet with the door closed but I didn’t glow in the dark, which was a great disappointment.


An Old View of The House Today

January 4, 2020

When I was a teenager in the 1960s, one of the must-watch shows on TV for me was Tomorrow’s World on the BBC.  Presented without excess or fanfare, it gave me an enormously useful hand hold on science and technology. So I was pleased to come across today a 4-minute segment they broadcast in 1989 with their predictions for household technology in 2020.  They get a few details wrong but I am impressed with just how much they got right 30 years ago.

Well worth watching.


What This Decade Hath Wrought

December 31, 2019

2010 to 2019 …

Blurrier, hairier, and 30 pounds heavier — not to mention ten years older!


A Lovely Evening

December 19, 2019

The Everloving and I live in a small 7-unit apartment building. We have lived here for 19 years. Some friends of ours used to live in one of the other units but they have moved.  The Everloving has very occasionally visited one or other of the suites and once in a while we will bump into other residents by the mailboxes or the garage. But, besides those few instances, to be frank, in those 19 years we might have been living in separate buildings.

About a week ago, we received a hand-written invitation to an open house casual party from a couple that moved in earlier this year, and last night we attended. It was a marvelous event! The residents of one suite are in Florida, but folks from most of the other suites came along. We got to meet each other — some for the very first time — and chat.  Nothing exciting happened.  We learned a bit about each other, we swapped stories (good and bad) about our landlord, we ate each others’ Christmas baking. But the whole evening was a delight.

Apart from the pleasure I got from the evening, the reason I think this is worth writing about is because, as someone remarked last night, this is a very non-Vancouver thing to do, for apartment residents to get together just to meet and greet.  I have lived in small apartment buildings here for the last 40 years, in the West End, in Kerrisdale, and here off the Drive and this is the first time such a thing has been organized.

There was much talk about doing something similar in the spring or summer, and I can hardly wait!


The Power of Authority

November 30, 2019

I am a great supporter of our transit drivers, but sometimes you have to wonder.

I was on a #20 earlier this afternoon heading south down Commercial. An elderly woman, obviously blind with a cane, stood up at the stop near Grant Street and asked the driver:  “Is this Graveley?”

“Yes,” he said, and she prepared to get off.  Three passengers including me shouted at her that we were actually at Grant not Graveley, so she sat down again.

“They are wrong,” called out the driver. “This is Graveley.”  Even as we continued protesting the truth, she accepted his word of authority and got off.

As we drove on, I challenged the driver and, as we pulled into the stop at Graveley, he finally admitted that he might have been wrong.

“Oh well, never mind” he said.


Black or White?

November 23, 2019

Last night I made hot and sour soup.  It was the third time I have made it since discovering an excellent recipe for it some weeks ago.  This time, I went to the effort of grinding white peppercorns for the finishing touch. Why is this worth the mention?

Growing up in London, ALL pepper was white and, frankly, I didn’t care for it much at all. It was too sharp for me, too peppery, I guess.  It was not until I came to North America in the 1970s that I discovered the joy of freshly ground black pepper.  When I was a lad, only the toffs, in their expensive restaurants, had black pepper — we of the working class had to make do with white.

When I mentioned this to the Everloving, who grew up in Kansas, she said it had been quite the opposite for her — only “posh” folks had white pepper.

Odd that something so basic should have such opposite connotations.