Monday 29 August 2011

A good movie meets a bad rocking chair...

I went to see "The Help" last night. It was a really good movie but I still can't believe that women were only making a dollar a day in the 50's and 60's and that black women had to settle for being the household maid/nanny/cook. I'm not sure how much better (or worse) Canada was when it came to segmentation/discrimination but wow, this was an eye-opener. For someone to be made to feel like property, like they could be bought and sold, that's right up there with sticking disabled people in institutions and throwing away the key. I truly hope we've all "seen the light" on the subject and done everything in our power to eradicate these attitudes. Seriously, giving a black woman her own bathroom to "spare the family from disease?" SPARE ME.

On to a far lighter topic for the evening, what is with the new chairs in the theatres? The straight back was so uncomfortable. You were supposed to be able to "rock" back in the seat, but my feet bearly touched the floor, so I couldn't move the chair at all. So annoying. Two and a half hours of sitting rim-rod straight made Cindy a very grouchy movie-watcher, add in the fact that we got stuck paying full price despite having a two for one coupon (turns out it was only good Sunday to Thursday) and you don't have a very good start to the evening. It's a good thing the movie was worth the trouble. I don't want to say much else about content in case some of you decide to go. (I loathe people who ruin plots for others.) We did without our usual popcorn as our sacrifice for paying full price and did surprisely well without it. We did however stop for more Timmy's ice-cream on the way home (my new summer addiction) but THAT we had a coupon for. Good ol' Saturday night with Mom:-) Next time I can do without the foe rocking chair, it so DID NOT rock my world. :P


Having a little blind faith...

I just finished watching the season finale of a show called "Impossible Expedition." It's a show created by the infamous Mark Burnett (think "Survivor") and I have to tell you, it was pretty extreme. It was a race consisting of ten legs across the rough terrian of Morocco, and I do mean rough. These contestants had to climb mountains, ride horses, scale walls, navigate rapids, jump out of planes, and tackle a hundred other challenges I can't even imagine trying.

There were thirteen teams of three who varied from football players to cops (who quite frankly were incredibly out of shape and made me wonder just how they managed to "serve and protect" anybody.) There was a team of three gypsy men who established themselves early, seeming to raise the bar with every leg of the race. You never heard them exchange a harsh word, and their ability to work in tandem was a tribute to their long-standing friendship. I enjoyed watching them embrace each challenge with vigor and enthusiam, always confident in both their abilities and their bond. But I confess, another team pulled at my heartstrings, and judging from the response they got from even their fiercest competitors, I wasn't the only one.

This team consisted of three men. Three long-time friends, who when you read between the lines, epitomize true friendship. One had served in Afganistan, the other two were long-time mountain climbing buddies. Here's the twist; one of the men was blind. That's right. Blind. He hung on to his "guide's" shoulder blade, faithfully following him over cliffs, down mountains, out of planes, they didn't alter one activity for him. He rode horses several times, with only his friend's voice for guidance. He zip-lined across a monsterous canyon with only his cane as protection from zagged rock faces. Numberous times, he found himself turned over in a kayak among raging rapids. He would stop and listen. Listen over the roar of water for the voice that would undoubtedly lead him to safety "This way Erik, I'm to your right. I've got you."

Here's the desciption of the team given to the media after the announcement of the show's first airdate. I swear to you, I thought Jeff and Erik were brothers. They were so in sync and now I know why. Yup, they scaled Mount Everest together. Motivational speakers? I guess so. Each team had a nickname chossen by them, and trust me, NO LIMITS suited them to a tee.

NO LIMITS

Erik Weihenmayer (42) Golden, CO Motivational Speaker/Writer

Jeff Evans (41) Boulder, CO Motivational Speaker/Physician Assistant

Aaron "Ike" Isaacson (33) Topeka, KS Soldier

These friends stick together in good times and bad. Erik became blind at an early age, but he didn't let that get him down. In 2001 he summitted Mt. Everest. Jeff serves as Erik's "eyes in the field." He has been Erik's primary climbing guide for over 20 years and is a published author and motivational speaker. Ike is an officer in the military, earning two Bronze Star Medals, a Purple Heart and an Army Commendation Medal, among others. He has served in Iraq and Afghanistan and will deploy again to Afghanistan after completing "Expedition Impossible."

Oh, and I guess I chould mention this, Ike (the soldier) broke his ankle half way through the excursion. He stepped off a curb getting into a cab and rolled over on it. He immediately knew something was terribly wrong as the first words out of his mouth were "I just heard a pop." He had originally broken the ankle in Afganistan and after an examination/x-ray during the race, they figured out it was re-broken with severe tendon damage. They casted it for him and he vowed to trudge on, but it was apparent that the cast was hindering him in a big way and this once competitive team, slowed to a crawl. Twice in the race, both they, and the viewer (me) thought it was over for them as after each leg, the last team to the finish line would be eliminated. As it turns out, on two separate occasiona, teams that had been in front of them faltered with the tasks and got themselves eliminated.

They went into the final leg in fourth place (out of four teams) and when it was announced that one team would be eliminated from the race while still on course (bringing the teams down to three) I thought they were done. I should have known better. The night before the final leg, the group made the decison to cut Ike's cast off. It was that, or pretty much guarantee the end of their race.The cast was just too cumbersome, it slowed them to a snail's pace, so Ike handed Jeff the tool saying "Go for it," and we saw Jeff carefully pulling away at the plaster. I can only imagine how Jeff must have felt, taking on the responsibility of two "disabled" teammates on the course. He spoke of it often, but never made it sound like a burden. He was more concerned that one of them would be further injured and it would be his fault. They genuinely thought they were going to be out of the race after the leg injury, so I think Jeff was shocked to realize "Hey, I'm in charge and we might actually have a shot at this thing." He was clearly no stranger to the leadership role, and once the decison was made, he embraced it.

On the last leg, the teams had to navigate a moroccan market and find the entryway to a long forgotten underground jail. This marketplace reminded me of "The Amazing Race" when they are lost in smelly/crowded India and just can't find their way around. I have no idea how a blind man navigated this space without falling flat on his face (several times) all of the teams were running though looking for doorways at breakneck speed and it was total chaos. The map was clearly confusing the competitors with it's twists and turns and while one team lost it with each other "We can't find the right damn door!" The now top teams, (No Limits and the Gypies) were neck and neck  (sitting beside each other) while trying to solve a moroccan puzzle box.

Early on in the race, Jeff had commented that he was good at solving puzzle boxes and he hoped it would come in handy. . He got his wish, unfortunately , they just couldn't catch up to the gypsies, finishing just ten minutes behind them, for a solid second. I loved Jeff's comment at the end. "I'm a pretty competitive guy but I've never been prouder, finishing this race in second place. These guys are like my brothers, we never gave up, their truly are no limits." Talk about finding out what people are made of, it was truly an impressive display of grit, determination, and unwavering faith.

Now both Erik and Jeff will have even more to talk about during their motivational speeches and Ike can go back to his unit knowing that despite the pain, despite the difficulties, he left his mark. This group proved beyond a shadow of any doubt that we could all use a little more blind faith.


Friday 26 August 2011

Having a little blind faith...

I just finished watching the season finale of a show called "Impossible Expedition." It's a show created by the infamous Mark Burnett (think "Survivor") and I have to tell you, it was pretty extreme. It was a race consisting of ten legs across the rough terrian of Morocco, and I do mean rough. These contestants had to climb mountains, ride horses, scale walls, navigate rapids, jump out of planes, and tackle a hundred other challenges I can't even imagine trying.

There were thirteen teams of three who varied from football players to cops (who quite frankly were incredibly out of shape and made me wonder just how they managed to "serve and protect" anybody.) There was a team of three gypsy men who established themselves early, seeming to raise the bar with every leg of the race. You never heard them exchange a harsh word, and their ability to work in tandem was a tribute to their long-standing friendship. I enjoyed watching them embrace each challenge with vigor and enthusiasm, always confident in both their abilities and their bond. But I confess, another team pulled at my heartstrings, and judging from the response they got from even their fiercest competitors, I wasn't the only one.

This team consisted of three men. Three long-time friends, who when you read between the lines, epitomize true friendship. One had served in Afganistan, the others, long-time mountain climbing buddies. Here's the twist; one of the men was blind. That's right. Blind. He hung on to his "guide's" shoulder blade, faithfully following him over cliffs, down mountains, out of planes, they didn't alter one activity for him. He rode horses several times, with only his friend's voice for guidance. He zip-lined across a monsterous canyon with only his cane as protection from zagged rock faces. Numberous times, he found himself turned over in a kayak among raging rapids. He would stop and listen. Listen over the roar of water for the voice that would undoubtedly lead him to safety "This way Erik, I'm to your right. I've got you."

Thursday 25 August 2011

Barry reschedules for Friday night...

This is why I like the guy, total class act. He rescheduled his concert for Friday night. The downside? I sold my tickets and we totally could have gone on Friday. <sob> Good on ya Barry for doing the right thing and giving your fans an encore performance.

My Quebec trip information came into the radio station today, so a trip to Toronto is in order. We haven't made it into the city all summer. The market is calling my name, along with the "street meat" vendor on the corner.

I'll give her a couple of weeks to make herself pretty, she took a wallop from the storm and no doubt she wants to showcase her best when at last, we meet again.


Thunder and Lightning and Tornados, Oh My!

 Well, poor Barry probably got all of half an hour of his concert in before the weather hit big time in Toronto. If he had stayed on-stage, his short, spiky hair would have been fried by the lightning. I have never seen anything like that in Toronto. The CN tower was stricken hundreds of times by jagged bolts of lightning streaking across the sky.


I'm going to find some pictues and post.


Tornados were reported in the surrounding areas with hail the size of golf balls. It wasn't nearly as bad where I am (an hour away) but it kept me off the computer as I could see all of the electricity running through my modem, frying the whole system.


Pretty amazing that we didn't lose power in my area (thousands of homes did) After the storm moved through, I had to turn on my air conditioner because the humidity was brutal in my tiny apartment. All in all, a pretty interesting night.


The second link listed at the bottom shows the CN Tower taking strike after strike of lightning. Amazing video.





















http://www.blogto.com/city/2009/08/massive_storm_hits_toronto_tornados_reported_across_gta/


CN Tower taking her hits


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BF3a_8OhpgU

Wednesday 24 August 2011

Bye, bye Barry...

I had to sell my Barry Manilow tickets! <sob> Mom couldn't leave work early, and the weather is calling for rain/thunderstorms and even the possibility of a tornado. Total bummer! The concert is at an outdoor tennis stadium (usually reserved for the Roger's Cup, but this year, home to some wicked summer concerts.) Tomorrow is supposed to be beautiful, and Mom finishes work for the week. If only Barry could have waited the extra day for me...

I made Mom promise that if he comes back, we'll go, no questions asked. (Hopefully indoors)

I Can't smile without you Barry, have a great concert!

Tuesday 23 August 2011

First Impression --Trip Journal Entries--Entries Done Right On The Ship

Below is a collection of journal entries made during my trip. The impressions are "immediate" since I made them shortly after each tour. (With the exception of the first one) Some details I had forgotten are in here, reminds me why I took the laptop!

First Entry--London/Horley

Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your writer speaking. You won't realize this, but I'm actually four days behind on my writing. We packed the computer minus the cords (thinking only of wi-fi and not of keeping the actual thing charged) The internet cafe happened to have an old cord, so this thing is now in working condition. Today was "a day at sea" on our way to Edinburgh, so I'm journaling on the back deck overlooking the pool. It's quite nippy, so the pool is empty and most are reading books or napping with the English channel as a backdrop, not a bad gig.
So, I'm going to hit the rewind button and re-live some moments from the last few days.

At the last minute, a friend of Mom's offered to drive us to the airport. We took her up on it so saved ourselves a cab ride, but I had to laugh when I saw how small her car was.We bearly got everything in it. It was packed to the roof with Mom squished in beside the large bags.

Anyway, we made it in one piece. Mom told her not to bother parking. Unfortunately, that meant no help with the bags as said friend couldn't leave the car unattended at the curb. So off she went while Mom started rolling the bags in to the correct check-in counter. I was left babysitting the other bags on the curb while sitting in my wheelchair.

PROBLEM ONE--They wouldn't check my bag in without seeing me and you aren't allowed to leave lugguage unattended in line/at the counter so, back she came with my large bag. So, between the two of us we have three suitcases and me sitting in the chair. Pictue this, me in the chair wheeling a bag in front of me trying to steer it while Mom pushes,dragging one suitcase behind her while I had one in front of me and the extra carry on in my lap.

We finally made it to check- in only to have the agent almost reject our carry on bags because they were too big. I think he took pity on us and let both through.


Security--Let's just say the security guard and I got intimately aquainted. In lew of taking off my shoes, she did a full body pat-down, What bothered me, she looked at Mom and asked if it was okay before she did it, completely ignoring me. I answered that it was, just to force her to deal with me directly.

After something of an ordeal, we made it out of there. As we were walking to our gate, I made Mom ride along the rolling beltway. Those things are so cool, it reminds me of the Flintstones. As I was trying to take her picture, I got a blank screen. Turns out, I had it on the wrong setting so what you see is a blur far down the beltway looking back and waving, opps.


Fast-forward to the plane. I almost had a heart attack. The aisles were all of a foot and a half wide. I almost started to hyperventilate on the spot. It took everything in me not to run screaming from the plane and happily give my seat to someone else. I was using every calming trick in the book. Finally, I realized I had no choice, I was all in, and just sat down. As the plane was filling with people, it was getting hotter and hotter and I wondered if I might pass out.
Take off wasn't bad--I only white-knuckled it for a few minutes. It was pretty clear that most were seasoned travelers. Some were asleep before we ever took off. The flight was at 9:50pm so I think it lent itself to the layed back atmosphere. I felt myself relaxing as we leveled out and it's actually pretty darn cool flying East going from night to day. The sky was painted in hues of blues, pinks, deep reds with the promise of a new day, a new adventure. I'm on the aisle, but it turns out the window is stuck so it has to stay open, some things are just meant to be. I stayed up all night watching the colours change, it was somehow calming. I thought of Bud and Kase and how in my own way, I was bringing them along for the ride. I fingered the bracelet Ginger made me and said a quick prayer asking them to come along and watch over us.
We hit some turbulence. They stopped food service for half and hour and by the time they got to me with a "dinner" I was ready to knaw my own foot off with hunger. Food was awful. "Pasta" which was nothing more than dried up mac and cheese, gross. Now I know why it gets compared to hospital food. Blah.
LOL One baby on board. He did well until landing, then started to scream. That's okay, so did I. The landing was awful. The pilot was dropping way too quickly, my heart was in my throat and this retching sound came out of me. I swallowed the bile down, but everyone was staring at me. Boy, it snuck up on me. I was praising myself for doing such a great job with the flight, then came the moment when I thought I was going to hurl, thank goodness I held it off.

Made it to the B and B, what a disappointment. House looks cute on the outside, but inside it's musty and the owners are fake pleasant. The woman didn't even introduce herself and the room is at the very back of the house. Not nearly as big as the pics made it seem and the mint green walls remind me of a hospital room/bed.


Mom and I were both starving and neither offered us anything, even though we had just missed breakfast. I thought it was extremely rude. It hit me at this point. Foreign land, starving, motion sick, the adreniline couldn't hold me anymore. We tried to sleep but we were just too hungry so we took a walk in to town. I have to say, Horley is downright cute. You can walk to everything in five minutes. We found a pedestrain square lined with restaurants and picked the one with chairs outside, big mistake. I got a ham sandwich and by the end of the meal I was dry-heaving right there on the sidewalk. It was soooo bad. We walked away without paying. YES, an hour in London and we're already comitting a crime. We never found our waitress and we both agreed that we would never have paid anyway, so we skipped out.

Back at the house, Mom fell asleep quickly, and I was left thinking about how badly this all seemed to be going. I worried for Mom's trip because I could feel myself slipping. I didn't end up sleeping at all. Once Mom woke up we took a walk, finding a cute little supermarket, where we bought bananas, grapes, and apples, thank god I was able to eat something and keep it down.
Mom and I forced ourselves to go back out and into town. We were desperate for some air and a decent meal. I hadn't had anything to compare the B and B too but I knew I wasn't enjoying it, and Mom said that it was nothing like any she stayed in. No smell of baked goods, or a happy greeting, just a single pack of cookies and a tea kettle. No "How was your flight?" nothing. In fact, I sensed tension between the couple and was uncomfortable even being around them. If we had internet access, we would switch the reservation we have for the one night back but we don't. The ship's service is slow and expensive. Anyone who paid for it seems to be complaining to each other about it.
Anyway, the trip in to Horley proved worth it. We found a fish and chip place,and Mom says it's the best she's ever had. I had fries and loved those too. We got a second wind and I have to say, sitting in the town square at 10pm eating killer food was pretty sweet. Town is so adorable (see pics) Cutsy businesses and interesting buildings with great arcitechural detail. We grabbed a person to take our pics (fish and chios in hand) so caught our first good moment on film.
Oh, I got the chicken nuggets. They were good, but they don't use plum sauce on chicken here, they use mayo. I won't even tell you about the look he gave me when I asked for ketchup with my fries. The Doctor Pepper can caught our eye, It said "Win pants or prizes." Being a freebie fanatic, pants as a prize didn't sound too appealing to me, so at breakfast the next morning I asked an English gentleman what "pants' meant. It means "rubbish." LOL So in other words, win something or nothing.
The T.V in the room gets all of five channels. You end up either watching a British comedy (which is "spot on" funny, or British news. It's pretty clear that the Brits like keeping to themselves and all other happenings are secondary. I think I ended up watching coranation street while Mom nibbled on packaged cookies.
Seriously, packaged cookies. I was over the place an hour after I entered it.

The first thing you notice when you look around Horley. A slower pace. People don't have cell phones plastered to their ears, they walk at a slower pace, and they actually talk with/greet each other. It's a nice change, one I could get used to.

London


We turned in pretty early knowing we wanted to do London in the morning. We wanted to catch the 10:15am train in, but missed it thanks to the girl taking forever to figure out what "special" fare I was entitled to. Anyway, full props to the train design. The disabilty car had a washroom that slid open at the push of a button. It was so neat. It was a round half-circle that slid across when you pushed a button, then another button swung it open from the inside.
Though London was busy, it was busy in a dignified way. Again, few cell phones and the cars are fabulous. They pretty much all looked like what we would call "classic cars." (see pics) It was a throw back to the 40s/50's. A man onboard the ship later explained to us that the government gave a $3000 credit toward a new vehicle program and the cars are relatively cheap because the majority of the cars are made in China. Apparently, the British car industry is virtually non-existant.


We did one of the hop-on/hop off tours which worked both for and against us, it provided much needed transport, but wasn't easy to get on/off of and the routes were long, so if you missed something the first time around you were out of luck. Pricey as well, roughly $50 each for bus services/cruise on the Thames river.

We did manage to see the tail end of the changing of the guards (see pics below) I was shocked by how close people were allowed to get to Buckingham Palace. I believe the royals allow this to make themselves seem "accessible." I was saying to Mom, "How much would it suck that you couldn't even look out of your own front window" because people camp there waiting for a glimpse of well, anything.
Her reply? "Oh well, she can look out the back.' LOL

Oh, and the hop on/off was also hit or miss for accessibility--some had ramps, most didn't which meant wasting lots of time waiting for the right bus and in one case, we had to pull the ramp out ourselves as the driver was too lazy to get up and do it himself
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I would have loved to go into one of their national galleries (entry to any of the museums is free since they belong to the people/taxpayers) We found ourselves in front of the art gallery fifteen minutes before it was due to close thanks to the hop/on hop off route taking much longer than we thought. I think we got some decent pictures of the outside though:-)
Thank goodness Mom's camera has a date stamp or we spend hours looking at each other asking "Where was this again?"


Rouen

None done (I think I was so annoyed by what happened on the tour by the end of the day, I didn't bother with it.)

Edinburgh

Ok, this is the favourite so far. A beautiful combination of old and new. The pictures will likely tell the story better than I ever could, but just wow. Fenced in parks on one side, shops on the other. I honestly don't think that I could do it all justice.


First, real bagpipers in the town square. People crowd around to listen and take pictures with them. No matter which corner you navigate, you hear the powerfully haunting sounds of the booming instrument.


Mom and I made it up to the Royal Mile, no easy feat. Steep, steep, steep. The castle is supposed to be the ultimate destination, but we didn't bother taking the tour. Too much good shopping. A few times I thought I may get dumped out of the chair, but people were very helpful. If they saw us struggling, they stepped in to offer help without hesitation "No worries Love, I'm got you."

We found a Starbucks and sat down for a bit. As you can see, the view from their Starbucks is a lot different than any of ours. Old city or not, they still enjoy their conveniences. McDonald's was there too, built to compliment the landscape, not detract from it. It's clear that the buildings are well respected and carefully maintained.


A clock in the town centre runs five minutes fast to help people make it to their trains on time.A few years ago, they tried setting it to the correct time, but commuters complained because they kept missing their trains/buses so the owners relented and re-set the clock to run fast.


The town is extremely busy, but not in a Toronto kind of way. It's bustling, but not racing at breakneck speed. People seem content/happy and always have time for hello.


We came across a small market (since we visited on a Saturday) and yes, there was haggus and no, I didn't try it. I was tempted to try a burger, but knowing we were getting back on a ship which seems to have an endless supply of food stopped us.


Not as many pubs as I thought there might be, whisky is the drink of choice here, complete with distillery.


It was gray and rainy but I honestly didn't mind it. I knew going in, that it was a distinct possibilty, so for me, it added to the atmosphere. It stopped quickly and the sun tried to make an appearance, but he couldn't seem to hold for long.


The cars aren't as nice as Englands, but they are pretty cool. It's normal for buses and cabs to have nifty advertising on the sides that actualy add interest rather than looking silly and/or tacky.


All in all, it felt like a cozy little villiage that was very comfortable in it's own skin. I like that. No apologies, concessions to modernization without selling out. The shopping wasn't too bad either. Rings, earrings and the all-important Scotish wool blanket. Beautiful.
She was a fine host and I hope I get back to see her again.


P.S. My first "tender" ride. The ship can't get close enough in the port to drop us off, so we board a small boat and ride the waves in. The firth was calm today so it was all good, but I'd hate to see how bad it can get on rough water days--yikes! The staff were good about helping me move around so, points for that.

Invergordon/Inverness

Invergordon today--big bore. Scenery is beautiful but the thing I've learned about Scotland, everywhere you go there is a view. Green rolling hills, cattle, sheep, stone fences, but eight hours of even the most breathtaking scenery can get to be mind-numbing when you sit on a bus for the day.
We ended up at a Scotish battlefield, which would have been fine for ten minutes, but we were stuck there for 2.5 hours staring at grass. Don't get me wrong, I feel bad for the loss of life and turmoil but I didn't need to look at it for a quarter of the day on what was a very expensive tour.


This day was supposed to be my "find Nessie" day, the extent of which involved getting off the bus and browsing a "Nessie" gift shop for forty-five minutes. I expected much more than that.
We were also supposed to be able to shop for wools/blankets/scarves you know, the whole Scotish deal. Somehow that didn't end up happening either. Rush, rush, rush.


The "lunch" was at a Ramada Inn. We couldn't believe it. It had been advertised as a "delicious" lunch. Mom and I skipped out and spent the hour right in Inverness. Once again, it was truly a quaint oasis. (See pics)
We ran in to Mark's and Spencer and grabbed the powder/hand lotion I used to buy before they got rid of the Mark's and Spencer here.


Even with cobblestone, the town is reasonably accessible. Good ramps and lots of people willing to help. We are collecting postcards from each city as momentos, so it was a mad dash to get those too.


Invergordon had an all-pedestrain centre so that makes thing easier too. It amazes me to see a McDonalds or a Subway right in there with wool mills, and four hundred year old buildings. They are required to be in keeping with the "old-time" look so they have been built to blend right in.


Mom and I seem to be doing pretty well together--no major blow ups but we have both been frustrated with some pretty big glitches. (ie re-scheduled tours/changing iterneraries not enough "alone time" in the cities to explore.)
The patch behind my ear for motion sickness is working miracles. The twists and turns today would have done me in without it.

Glasgow


What a nice day. Glasgow reminded me of Toronto in that it is an interesting blend of the old and the new. Down one street you'll have an ancient church, down another, a newly opened art museum.


The traffic is busy, but noone honks or seems in a terrible rush. There are lots of "pedestrian only" squares and it makes life a lot easier. The city itself seems very accessible with ramps up and down each curb. The only challenge is the terrian itself, as it is extremely hilly. I know Mom is getting a real workout pushing me in the chair (I could never make it up the steep hills on crutches.) We switched this tour and did "Glascow on our Own" so we had a drop off point, and just went our seperate ways. The tour before this one was awful so we decided to take our chances alone and really enjoyed it. Everywhere you turn, there is a a proud building acting as a backdrop. I don't see how anyone could get sick of the views.


We found a Starbucks again. Mom is having fun with me taking her picture in different Starbucks. I had to laugh today: while she was standing in line for her coffee the bells on the church started to ring (or maybe it was the clock in the centre of the square) and since I could see directly out the front door I saw pairs of feet walk faster as the bells chimed one. Little mice scurrying back to work? By five past, the pace slowed again but again, there was no honking or harsh words. The saying that Europeans work to live instead of live to work seems absolutely true. They are quick to offer help, and are forever telling me to "take my time." At one point someone else was actually pushing me up one of the inclines.
Most of the people on our ride in to the city had plans to visit museums/art galleries/tea rooms but we were content to just look around and enjoy the sights. We've been listening to nothing but jabbering for a week now, so we were ready to break away from the stardard tours. We actually ended up in a mall where I bought a nice celtic ring and Mom bought a new outfit that she is really happy with. At the last second we decided that we wanted some "chips" so she went running down the street while she left me at the corner.


I'll say this--I haven't really enjoyed Princess cruiseline. They almost left two people behind today because they were two minutes late. It was ridiculous. The sheet said 3:15PM pick-up and she wanted us all back by 3:00PM. We paid good money for the ride in and these "little" issues have been creeping up during this experience. We were actually driving away as someone spotted them and we slowed to pick them up but they had already radioed the ship that people were missing at 3:20 ridiculous.


LOL Mom just came up and told me I won this really pretty ring in the silent action so that makes 3 rings this trip. I didn't expect to get it since I only bid a few dollars above the minimum bid. Anyway, that's enough money spent on rings for me for awhile.
Oh yes, the accents---We had been worned that people might be hard to understand given that they have a very strong regional accent, but I had no trouble and actually really enjoyed hearing it.


I'll post pictures for each city (thank god Mom's camera has the date on it because most days I have no idea where we are or what day it is for that matter.) I've done okay with the motion sickness (thanks to good drugs) but tonight I'm having problems with reflux and I'm wondering if it's starting to catch up with me.
Oh and the "shows" on this boat truly suck. Now I know what Simon meant when he said "you sound like a cruise ship entertainer." Bad, bad, bad. Most of the performers hardly speak English, but they try to sing English songs.


The best show of the day came when bagpipers/drummers played on the pier as we were leaving port. It was so amazing. It was their goodbye to us after three days in Scotland. We got some video of it so hopefully it can be posted somewhere, it made me sad to leave. I enjoyed Scotland and her people very much. I hope I get to come back one day minus the ship. There was just so much to see and not nearly enough time for it all.

Kirkwall/Orkney Islands June 20


I think I've found the prettiest place on earth. A marriage of land and ocean, these islands offer nature at her best seemingly untouched by man, home to sea lions, dolpins and whales, I kept my eyues peeled for a sighting but no such luck. The smell is what you first notice. Fresh clean air mixed with freshly cut grass. In a word, purity.


We visited a selltlement called Skara Brae. An ancient civalization dating back to BC. They found tools/artifacts/stones along with whole walls of their stone houses. They've preserved everything just adding grass/mud to help with preservation. I'm not a huge history buff, but looking at stone beds/shelves/tools and understanding how a whole village would work together to survive was amazing.

Not an easy feat rollong around in the chair, but kudos to Mom for being an excellent wheelchair pusher and I have to say, people have been very helpful keeping an eye on us should we need anything. Mom just came up to me saying that someone asked her if she was the one pushing the "wheelchair girl" all week. LOL.

People don't seem to talk to me directly though, seem to think of me as the blob in the chair not sure whether to be amused or annoyed probably a bit of both.


After the island tour (oh |I'll mention this here too...our tour guide was from a different island--island of Hoy--population--40 people. Very isolating but he said he loves it. He barters for different meat, he has sheep--his neighbours pigs, so they swap and most grow their own vegetables in covered greenhouses because there is only one grocery store which is extremely pricey.) Apparently, the stars are amazing come evening and the kids love summer because they get sunlight until about 1:30am. The downside of island life is once the kids get past a certain age,they have to go to bordering school through the week because they don't have a high school on the island. The kids are given free education (college to) and the elderly are given free homecare as a way to keep them in their own homes. Neighbours also have a "checking" system" in place so noone gets left behind. It actually sounded like an ideal place for me as they get no snow with the lowest temperature in the winter hitting plus two.
The biggest nuisance on the island is their nat misquotos which seem to thrill in eating humans alive. Most have special gear to be able to go outside on summer days--that would get old fast.

After we came back from our tour, we hit the Scotish town of Kirkwall before heading back to the ship. What a cute place. Stone buildings/churches/large clock in the centre of town. We stopped at a fish and chip place--saw people in there and were trying to figure out how to get in. They closed at 2pm even thnough there were people in there. Here we were in the middle of the square trying to get the door open/knocking on the window. Finally someone came out and said they were closed. Very slow pace here for the shops. Long lunches and "take your time dear." and again watching the news little US/Canada coverage, they could care less. Fighting in Belfast last night, we are all waiting to see what that means for our itineraries as some have trips into the city planned. Ours is in the countryside, so we are hoping we are okay.


We feel very at home in Scotland with the slower pace and their willingness to help. The towns are well-kept/spotless and once again "modern" restaurants blend in with the old-time feel not detract from it. Their seems to be a great balance between old/new.


Mom and I are getting the hang of the pounds/pence and Mom keeps saying "where's the lift?" even back at the ship. LOL. I'm getting to know the ship security staff well too, as they do a body search on me every time we leave/come back to the ship. Still trying to figure out why I didn't get a stamp in my passport for France. The ship collected all passports for Scotland to show to the authorities but not for France. No gambling until later as British law says no gambling if you are twelve miles from shore or closer. I've wanted to try blackjack, but I want to play with cheesies LOL


I've put a bid on a ring onboard for their silent jewellry action so we'll see. It truly is a floating city, they have everything though I must say, I'm not loving the food, I expected a lot better. Mom is dragging me to formal night tonight--total drag. So not into "dress up" over mediocore food.


I ordered room service and got a raw hamburg the other night. Blah. Washing my hands with Purell like mad as their last ship had a flu outbreak--no thanks! Rough seas last night took extra gravol. This stuff is working miracles. Bus, train, ship, walking I can't believe I'm still standing. Mind you, I have no clue what day it is:-)

Belfast

Belfast/Antrium Coast


Wow. More stunning picturesque views. Again, thank goodness for gravol. When they say "nestled in the hills of Ireland" they truly mean it. Winding, one lane roads with the Irish sea on one side, lush green trees/farm fields on the other, dotted with sheep/cows/goats. With the stone fences completing the picture. According to our bus driver, it wasn't the "real" Ireland it's vacation/retirement homes along the shore.

We stopped at a cute little tea shop surrounded by green landscape/mountains with livestock grazing in the distance. Not a bad way to spend a morning. Apparently the towns have competitions for the cleanest towns and the one that took first place last year was one that we drove through. Not even a hint of litter/graffeti.


The highway traffic moves at a good pace without horns blaring or full on jams. It's truly amazing to see. Any news you get here is also very local (as it was with London) so I asked the driver about the current "upheaval" which was on the news the day before yesterday. He laughed and told me that the fighting was taking place in an area no bigger than a small parking lot. It's a shame that the media portray it as so much worse than it is. The driver knew about the riots in Vancouver after their stanley cup loss and commented that they looked worse than anything he had seen in Ireland. Apparently, the town councilmen come out and talk with both sides and settle them down, so the fighting is very "stop and start."


Unfortunately, we didn't get a chance to go right into Belfast. We have an early sail time (5:30pm) and didn`t get back to the ship until 1PM. We know that Belfast is close, and there is a shuttle right in the parking lot that will take you right into the city, but silly Mom went out in shorts so she would have had to re-board to change, and find me again before we left. Just as we were debating doing it, a cold rain hit so we decided not to head to town, a decison I'm now regretting because the sun is now shining.


If I could have boarded the shuttle on my own, I would have gone in alone but it was obvious Mom was wiped out after pushing me around Scottish terrain for three days. Hopefully, it's easy to get into Dublin tomorrow so we can see more than just the coast.

Again, I can't believe the slower pace here, they have learned how to enjoy their life in small moments and all have been friendly and more than willing to help. It's the attitude of some staff members on the ship that is annoying me, more on that in my final entry. I'll say this though, I would much rather have my own car/a place to stay in each city as I'm finding this all too rushed. I shall have to stay with Peanut next time. :-)

Dublin


As I write this, we are sailing on the Irish Sea in very rough waters. A woman collapsed right in front of me, she was okay, but it's clear it won't be an easy night for those aflicted with motion sickness. I'm drugged up and still feeling it, as my supply is running dangerously low with five days to go. One of my patch packages is missing so let's hope I can make it home without it.


Anyway, on to Dublin--sunny as we disembarked, but it was quickly replaced by clouds and rain. We didn't do a tour today, just took a shuttle in so we could shop on Grafton Street. Cute little shops, but not as much there as I thought there would be. We managed to get ourselves lost a few times, and I really could have used Peanut's help.


I was thisclose to having a blather (Scotish word for conversation) on the internet. We found a Starbucks (instead of "Where's Waldo" we are doing "Where's Starbucks?" getting Mom's pic in each Starbucks we find) Anyway, they had wi-fi but Mom didn't have her Starbucks card with her so they wouldn't let us use it.


Dublin was a mix of old/new. Lots of traffic, but not as noisy as Toronto and old buildings mixed with new. We saw Trinity College, but only saw the bottom floor. There was a graduation there today, so lots of students milling around. I asked people about it, and most who went in loved it. Ten libraries in one college, I wonder if the students can find them all at the end of four years.
Saw St. Patrick cathedral (at least I think it was--this is the trouble without a guide it's mostly a guess) It was very pretty.


We keep running in to this one man in the different cities. He's been all over the world and told us next time not to book any tours through Princess. They're overpriced and rushy and he told us there are always cabs available (even when the cruiseline says there aren't) and the cab drivers have to go to school for five years just to learn the history of the city they operate in. They will take you to see things the buses never can, and you have alot more freedom. We booked most through the cruise to accomodate the chair, but I have to tell you I think if I did it again I would find a taxi willing to take the chair because I think we could have saved some serious money, and had much better tours. Everything on the cruise tours is so rushed and stressful, really cuts down on the enjoyment.


Anyway back to Dublin. Didn't blow me away, I think Scotland stole my heart with their warmth. Ireland's people are very nice (and how much do you love that Irish lilt) but, Dublin seems happy to move into modern times.


I had to LOL though, the minute the rain started, all the umbrellas popped out. Most people seem to carry them at all times, and full points for many in making an effort to cover me as I sat outside a few shops waiting for Mom (as I couldn't fit with the chair) They were eager to help, and always had a kind word. In that regard they have our big cities beat.

That's the last of the tour impressions. Wales was a long day, so I never got back to the computer. I do have a small entry about Princess Cruises and how the staff drove me crazy, and that I'm not going to rush into another cruise. (Though Mom is trying to change my mind, realizing it's the easiest option for both of us.) Time will tell.

Anyway, just wanted to add all of that in to round out the journal.

Monday 22 August 2011

At the Copa, Copacabana...

I'm a closet Barry Manilow fan. There I said it. I've always liked him, and admired both his writing talents and his ability to compose a piece to get the most out of a good orchestra. A couple of weeks ago, I tried to win tickets through a radio station and it was a running joke between Mom and I. I told her that if I won, she was coming with me as punishment for whatever she had done to me that week. :-) To be fair, she doesn't hate Barry, he's just not number one on her "must see" list. She dutifully tried to help me win the tickets, but I don't think she was too heartbroken when it was a no-go.

So, this morning I get a call. Initially, I think it's someone calling about picking up the info/tickets for our Quebec trip. Nope. It's another station calling to tell me I just won Barry tickets thanks to an online draw I entered sometime last week. For a second, just a second, I was TOTALLY excited, then it hit me; the concert is Wednesday night. Mom works late, it's supposed to rain (with potential thunderstorms) it's in Toronto (an hour away) and oh yeah, it's outside. A bad combination all around. I have to tell you, I'm so disappointed. Manilow under the stars would have been the perfect topper to an already really good summer. I mean, great music, a full-piece orchestra, a talented guy (who loves to laugh at himself) and some decent company, does it get any better?

Instead, I've put the tickets up for sale. It breaks my heart a little, but I just don't see it happening. I doubt I'll even get a buyer this late, and it's a real shame because the weather is going to wash out some great sound. Maybe they'll push forward and do it anyway, but I can't ask Mom to drive that far after a full day of work to sit in the rain.

I'm sorry Barry! Next time you come to Canada, you can totally take me to the Copa, Copacabana because I'm a total show girl!:-)

Saturday 20 August 2011

Another beach adventure

After a morning of hard core winning, Mom and I headed off to Christie Conservation area. It's a cute little man-made lake about 20 minutes from my house. Actually, as the name implies, it's much more than that. They have protected swamp areas, biking trails, fishing ponds, picnic tables, bbqs (you can rent one, or bring your own) I hadn't been in years. It was always a "school trip" kind of place, where they took us to learn about wildlife or have some lame class picnic because there was WAY too many kids for the three adults to properly supervise, so they spent the whole day telling us not to do this or that because invariably, some dumb kid would crack their head open doing something stupid. (And no, it wasn't me!)

The place was exactly as I remember it, only now, I'm big enough to walk all the way out to the buoy line and still touch bottom. Do you have any idea how long I waited for that? Well, let's just say, it was a long time! Walking too/from the water was much easier than our normal "spot of choice" (Port Dover) because there are trees everywhere so noone is fighting for the one tree on the entire beach and edging you out at the first opportunity. People were spread out over the wide space and it left me with enough thinking room to beat Mom at Scrabble! Yes, you heard right, for probably only the third time in thirty-plus years, I took the game. Clearly, it was all that fresh air. Go me!

Anyway, we ate a simple picnic, swam a bit and enjoyed the smell of other peoples' barbeques while I lamented that we should have brought OUR little guy. No matter, it was a low energy day, and an enjoyable one.

Here's a great little fact sheet on Christie's along with some cool pics. We forgot the camera. It always seems to get forgotten in the fray of packing lunch:-)

There was a big ol' party at one of the outdoor pavilions complete with adults having some serious fun playing various picnic games. No doubt they were testing out the potato sacks and cracking under the pressure of the egg toss. Their music sucked though, and was WAY too loud, only bummer of the day (and yes, I sound 85, why do people have to blast their music in a public park?)

In the nice weather, you can even bring your own horsey in, and ride along the many trials. A little country life goes a long way in this area, it's nice to see it being so well preserved. A free pass doesn't hurt either. Yes, another free outing. Is this a good summer or what? :-P

http://www.conservationhamilton.ca/area-information/conservation-areas/area-information/christie-lake

Life is what happens while your busy making other plans...

Whoever coined this phrase should get the proverbial gold star, because
it is absolutely, 100 percent, without a doubt, absolutely true.

Almost immediately after returning from the UK, I began having vivid
dreams/visions about being on another airplane. I did find it rather
curious, seeing as my last interval between plane rides was oh, roughly
eighteen years, but I've also come to understand that said dreams often
hold the key to future events and I would do well to pay attention.

Initially, I thought it meant I was going back to the UK MUCH sooner
than expected (especially given my chance to win that trip to Scotland
last week.)

I had a rough night last night. The vibration from the aircraft in my
dream was so vivid I could feel my heart pounding in my throat as the
panic began to overwhelm me. The engine noise was thundering through my
feet, I remember feeling like my whole body was being electrocuted with
the force of it. I know Mom was with me, and we were landing, landing
in an unknown city, for an unknown reason. I tasted rust. Metalic rust.
At first I thought my mouth was bleeding, that I'd bitten down on my
tongue, in the full throws of panic. Then it hit me, adreniline.
Adreniline was surging through my whole body trying to counteract the
panic. I have to laugh now when I think of that fight or flight
impulse, because at this point, I would have taken anything but flight.
To me, flight meant staying on the plane and just no, nope, last thing
I wanted to do. But what was I doing here and why was my Grandfather
smiling at me, chuckling really, with no sound coming from his
lips?. Not funny Grandpa.

Only it kind of is, because well, Mom and I won a trip today, a trip to
"Little Europe," also known as Quebec. LOL All this time, I've been
hoping for "Big Europe" in a big hurry, and instead I get "Little
Europe" and one of the most despised areas in all of Canada. Here's the
thing though, Quebec is notoriously beautiful, it's her people that
have been known to turn their noses up at the rest of us. So, now's her
chance to prove me wrong and give me three glorious days to
explore/appreciate her virtues.

We called in on a lark and won with an ease we haven't seen in awhile.
This after a friend just asked me "How often do you win on the radio?"
Here's my revised answer. Sometimes you can't win to save your life,
sometimes you want it so badly you can taste it, but then, then,
there's times like this; when it falls into your lap and you hope it's
for a good reason, you hope you earned it just a little, because you
struggle through the day to day stuff and would appreciate a break just
like this one, as you and Mom talk about pricing out a fall getaway,
that maybe, just maybe, you can snag for free.


Here's the link to the fancy hotels/train ride. I must say, this train ride sounds amazing, ipads and all...


http://www.chrisrobinsontravelshow.ca/Destinations/QUEBEC/Charlevoix.aspx


http://www.lemassif.com/en/train


http://www.fairmont.com/frontenac


http://www.fairmont.com/richelieu


Monday 15 August 2011

THISCLOSE to Scotland Again...

Every Saturday, Mom and I listen to a travel show on the radio out of Toronto. They usually have some pretty swanky destinations and this past week was no exception. Hello Edinburgh and Glascow! Sound familiar? Yes, both cities were stops on our cruise and we absolutely loved both. Anyway, Mom got through to ask a question and BAM, we were in the draw for the trip. If the radio hosts call you back at the end of the hour, you aren't allowed to say "Hello" you MUST repeat a phrase that they give you pertaining to the destination. We waited for the big call, but no such luck. I must admit, I was really disappointed. Even though it was only a week long trip, I would have loved to return with fresh eyes and soak it all in again, minus the rush of the cruise itinerary.

The prize also included a look into your ancestral roots. I have ties in the area (Aberdeen) so it would have been fun to see where that led. Anyway, we did our best. It's funny, we said when we got back, that we were going to slow down on the contests, but I think both of us our having trouble justifying watching someone else walk away with ***OUR*** stuff! :-)

Saturday 13 August 2011

The wave pool, more ice-cream and a big ol' purple bruise...

So Mom and I hit the wave pool yesterday on yet another "free" pass. I confess, I used to hate this place. Too much concrete equals scraped toes, scraped kness and an overall miserable time, but I'm happy to say, that Cindy's gotten smarter in her old age. Running shoes stay on my feet at all times (in the water too) And the cumbersome rafts I once struggled to get up on, have been replaced by clear, compact tubes, much better for manuvering and clinging to:-)

As I've said, neither Mom or I are strong swimmers, but she sticks close and having the tube at hand gives her all kinds of new, fun ways to torture me:-) I tell you, she gets that devish gleam in her eye, and I know I'm in trouble. She loves spinning me around and pushing me out into the waves and watching as they drive me forward, trying to spit me out.

Here's the thing. I still can't sit IN the tube. It's just too much trouble to sit on top. It takes forever to get in, and once my butt slides down, I'm never getting out. So, we put it over my head, and I grab on with my arms, while shimmying forward and flopping over the front until I have a good grip. It's not pretty, but it's effective. From there, Mom will grab on to the back and squeeze herself behind me to grab whatever is left of the tube. She won't do this in the shallow end (she prefers to push me around/spin me in the breakers as we make our way in) but she knows I'm not comfortable alone in the deep end, so she hangs on the back and steers us over the good "rollers" so that we feel the butterflies fluttering in our tummy as we crest the wave and slide over the other side. It's actually relaxing once you get the hang of it and beats the chaotic flailing I remember from childhood.

Mom however, seems to enjoy a bit of flailing/struggle hence her love of all waves breaking, moreso, her love of plunging me into them. She's getting better at keeping me out of the fray though, and pushing me back out when it gets too shallow and my feet are dragging. I'll feel the solid push and know she's sending me out to ride another challenge.

It's a fine line when you can't just stand up and walk out of the waves. One minute you're riding a crest, the next, your legs are dragging along the bottom, taking skin with them. I'm so glad I've found a balance. I was always so miserable at these places as a kid because I just couldn't move. It's frustrating when you see everyone else just up and walk away while you know your body is taking a beating, just from a day at the pool.

They've also made a new lazy river whish as the name infers, is slow. Slow I can relate to. I actually sent Mom down it on her own this time so she could chill out and not have to worry about what I was doing. I sat around eating/reading a book while she floated out of my sight. I might actually tackle a waterslide next time. Sure, the climb is long, but it doesn't look TOO bad, and there's loads of time between each person so I'd have time to head for cover before the next person came down. I timed it as I was watching for Mom (Yes, she is a slide girl) and I would have been okay, as most riders seemed to shoot out of the end and come to a stop right around the exit stairs anyway, to say nothing of the two lifeguards standing right there.

We had a nice little picnic but decided that a trip to Hutch's was in order after our tough day. (Not sure if you remember but Hutch's is my favourite fry place and it's literally, just down the road). It was a beautiful night and people were out in droves, enjoying the warm summer evening. The place is a total hole in the wall, but it's got that 50's feel to it, I was half expecting a movie to click on as I munched on my fries. I could TOTALLY see a drive-in fitting right in at this place.

Did I mention we had more great ice-cream? Good old chocolate/peanut butter. No worries, we had gift cards for that too. Total cost of this Summerfest? $5 (for the tube rental) Not bad, not bad ! :-)

Oh, and the cost for the huge bruise under my arm from sticking to the tube/holding on so tight? FREE. LOL That's okay, it was worth it to "catch a wave!"

www.hutchsonthebeach.com/

Thursday 11 August 2011

An Impromptu BBQ in the park...

Don't you just love getting a nice surprise on what starts out as a run-of-the-mill Thursday? It's Mom's mid-summer week off, so today we ventured down to the water, not to swim (yuck, you won't catch me swimming on the waters off this particular shore) but to get our first use out of our mini barbeque. We found a great open area with no worries of sending smoke into other people's faces. (Although I'm sure the wind caught the smell and it was making a few mouths water...)

The little mini-propane tank off to the side was something even I could handle and it was easy to light. Our steaks were done perfectly and I much preferred the taste to that of the charcoal grill last year. I guess I'm just a gas girl. :-)

The potatoes wrapped in foil had a nice smoked flavour without being overbearing and the green salad on the side with a cool cucumber dressing, rounded out the meal.

Should I tell you that we had our ice-cream BEFORE dinner? It was devine. I had "Strawberry Sensation" complete with shortcake pieces, fresh strawberries, and whipped cream. TO DIE FOR. Mom had a coffee concoction that according to her, was just as memerable. I kept hearing this "Oh, I love nuts in my ice-cream! This is soooo good..." So, there you have it, two strawberry-coffee nuts.

Not a bad why to spend a beautiful summer's day. Ice-cream, barbeque, a good book, and some decent company. The only thing missing from the picture was one sweet little boy sitting in my lap, and his mischevious sister. They've been on my mind a lot lately, I think they are swirling around in my dreams.

Summer days, sweet treats, and even sweeter dreams, life could be worse.

Wednesday 10 August 2011

Oh London...

I hope the London rioting/looting isn't as bad as it looks on t.v. It's freaky watching a place you just were, go up in flames, but I'm also trying to remember the conversation I had with my Irish bus driver about how the west likes to blow these incidents out of proportion and splash the worst of it across the airwaves. I truly hope that is the case here, and that all my new London friends are safe and sound. It's sad that one tragic incident can send a country spiraling out of control so quickly. I'll never understand the mentality that lets people steal from their friends/neighbours/communities  in times of turmoil and call it justice. What does it accomplish, other than to create more friction? I've caught a few interviews of Londoners in general, and they seem as perplexed as I am. What's worse, you can sense their fear/confusion and you realize that they risk getting caught in the crossfire just by speaking their minds.

I hope things settle down quickly, that London can go back to being the city I enjoyed on a hot summer day perched on top of a tour bus. She was cultured, distinguished, steeped in history, but most of all, she was kind. Kind to tourists, kind to each other. As I've said, it was one of the first things I noticed. The ability of all to stop and help, to take a moment from their day to put us on the right path.

I hope London can right herself and find the right path again, she deserves it, and so do her people.

Tuesday 9 August 2011

A quiet few days...

It's been quiet around here lately. It's still humid, but lots of grey skies and you can tell that this hot spell will break any day now, ushering in the Fall. It's the time of year when no one wants to admit that summer might be ending, as the days become shorter and the overnight temperatures drop. Don't get me wrong, we've got a few weeks yet, but the unmistakable signs are all there. The "back to school" ads on tv, (the ones that until a few years ago made me think I would go back, sharpened pencils and all) My friends on Facebook talking about running out of activities for their restless kids and being at their wits' end with bored children. (I of course, would never sound like this being sans children, just listening to them complain about it, makes me feel old.) It's the good deals on laptops that always snag my attention, but I'm much too practical for my own good, and will dutifully wait until this one crashes before loading myself up with a problem-free, memory-filled, shiny, new machine. I may love the idea of a glitch-free computer, but I STILL don't love the price tag, so I'm okay, for now.

I don't mind Fall. The colours are pretty and the cooling temperatures will have a nice feel to them afer all of this sticky humidity, but in all honesty, I know what comes next, and my body just can't handle snow anymore. I can't move in it, I always ache, and the cold just never seems to let up until the April thaw.

So, I hope summer hangs out a bit longer, and that come winter, I take a little trip to a nice, warm locale. See what happens once you catch the travel bug? You spend all of your free time looking for the next "great deal" to get you away from what ails you. In my case, snow.

If you have any ideas, feel free to share, because I have no desire to be stuck in SNOW NATION for the next five-six months without a break from the mind-numbing deep freeze, fit only for the abominable snowman.

Friday 5 August 2011

Why is the Water so cold?

So it was another beach day in Port Dover today and the water was FREEZING. I don't get it. It's been thirty-plus here for WEEKS. (well over ninety, sometimes closer to one hundred throughout the day) yet the water is cold, cold, cold. It's okay once you're in, but walking in is brutal. The sun beats down on you so you think "Okay, great time to head into the water, and BAM, you are assaulted with "frigid Friday" temperatures.

In the end it's worth it because a) it cools you right off and b) it gets you away from the thirty people seated behind you (all in one family) who insist on a) speaking in another language (Italian I think) and b) doing so very loudly and then cackling with laughter. Yes, I said cackling as in giving the wicked witch of the west a run for her money.This, as they spread their kids' toys all over creation and expect you to squeeze in to any square inch of space they dane to leave you. Very frustrating. The picnic was good though:-) (as usual) Mom does a killer potato salad.

I won't tell you about the too expensive "homemade" ice-cream that wasn't even very good . This, when I had a coupon for "buy one, get one free" at Tim Horton's (Yes, some locations sell ice-cream) and we passed right by it. Lesson learned. Coupons rock. :-)




All in all, much better than sitting around waiting for the snow to fall, cold water or not. :-)

Tuesday 2 August 2011

What have you done for me lately?

I was THISCLOSE to going to see Janet Jackson tomorrow, but alas, someone finally came to their senses and bought the tickets WAY below cost. It was the minimum amount I would have taken, but even I have to admit, she was grossly overpriced. It's funny, when I snagged these babies, I thought I was in for an easy sale. The Janet I remember could fill a 10,000 person stadium with little effort given her strong performance skills. (I always saw shades of Michael in her dancing and her songs seemed suited to her voice)

That said, I think her management team picked the wrong venue. Her tour is labelled "Up Close and Personal" so I guess they were going for that "cozy" feel when picking this location who's seating capacity reaches a mere 2200 people. Why couldn't she sell the place out? I'll give you a hint, top price was $215 per ticket and even my "middle' orchestra seats had me salivating at the potential return, $165 each. Clearly, the decision was made to soak as much out of a small group of people as they could, in exchange for a more "intimate" concert experience. They failed miserably. Last week, Row A was still coming up on ticketmaster and my tickets sat up on the selling boards crying out for a serious buyer. I don't know if it was greed that propeled this choice, or a lack of understanding of the market in this town. Hamilton is an industrial town, making it's living off of the steel mills. They won't spend that kind of money for one night, I don't care who it is or how talented they are. My buyer ended up coming from Oakville. (Mom's town twenty minutes away) They have more disposable income so it's not such a tough sell. Even good old cash rich Toronto (one hour away) wasn't going to help me out on this one. After I sold my set, I had an offer come in that was nothing short of insulting:-)

Anyway, a note to all of those "big wig" performers out there, everybody has their limits, we can't all have unlimited resources and big bank accounts, you might want to consider the masses before your next performance or be prepared to look past the bright lights to a bunch of dark, empty seats.

Josh Groban said it best "You guys paid big bucks to see me tonight, boy did you pay. I promise to sing my ass off for you tonight, I'll try anyway."  Soon, even the promise of a focused effort may not be enough, as people struggle to make ends meet in a time when prices continue to soar. It seems Janet might not be the only one asking "What have you done for me lately?" Her fans want to know too.

Monday 1 August 2011

And the glitches continue...

Yikes more glitches--now I am minus my aol toolbar but the the spell-checker is gone! Give and take I guess, computers are bizarre. (Or maybe it's the user.) Anyway, Mom did a little Kodak slice show, we are getting 50 pics for free so she's over there fiddling around (See? I come by it honestly) and put some nice captions/frames on the pics

hBy the time I work all this stuff out, I'll be buying a new computer! See? One minute this link works, the next you get a blank white screen. <Sigh>

Ahh..she deleted it while trying to add more pics. I'll add it in when she is completely finished. 

Hopefully, it works for some of you, if not see photobucket! LOL Like the fancy show but not going to drive myself mad for it:-)