A new phone
Time for a new phone and an MP3 player. I've resigned myself that the USB stick function of my car stereo will never work, am determined to find a battery powered MP3 player for the car, something cheap and disposable so next time the car gets broken into I'm not really losing anything of value...
But phone first. I've broken the screen on my old one, it's a couple of years old already and Virgin's been calling me every day to rewrite my contract, I know I'm due for a new free phone...
And I am. Lucky me, new Samsung Neo, oversized, 2 year contract same as the old contract. And it's a lot better, this new phone, amazing, in 2 years, the old phone, it's a bloody dinosaur comparatively, this one with 16 GB memory, external up to 128 GB, better camera (!!!), I buy it an Otter and screen protector, order a Micro SD card from Amazon, I'm liking it already and it's just out of the box...
As a bonus they throw in a tablet, with another SIM card, free, or an extra $10 per month over a 2 year contract, but now I have 2 phones, and 2 very large MP3 players, 3, if you count the old phone, all for less than I was planning on spending on a cheapo .mp3 player for the car ...
I'm feeling pretty good...
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You Are Awake - Pedro Martin-Medrano
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A curiously surreal little short film.
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Deafness
And now the pox is mostly gone and the scars are healing, the flesh is almost done shedding from my hands and my hearing is back in one ear and it's time now to fix the other...
It seemed like something that should just fix itself, earlier in the week, when I was entirely deaf, I could pinch my nose and blow or yawn and get hearing out of one ear or the other, but never both...peculiar, and after a too vigorous attempt to clean the left ear found that by default it became the deaf one...
Never mind, use a syringe to rinse the ear, lie in the tub, somehow or another it feels as if you could only just dive a bit deeper the pressure would sort everything out, ...
but it didn't, and this morning the pressure from the inside was growing uncomfortable, again with the syringe and some Hydrogen Peroxide this time. And it feels like I've woken something deep in my head, the percolating, the bubbles, the amplified noise and tickling, it's like a giant centipede in my head has woken up and is scrambling about in my brains, tickling, stinging, or a nest of ants, and the more you consider it the more awful the possibility becomes...
Empty ear out, repeat, a dozen times at least, two dozen, 3 dozen q-tips later and it's marginally better, time now for a few drops of Olive Oil, keep them in the ear with kleenex...
...and finally, 2 hours later at least, they're clear. I can hear. A bit more cleaning, to get out any gunk, a few more syringes of warm water over the tub, maybe another drop of oil or two and I'll be good as new...
I know I'll regret this when I go to work...
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Garage Sales June 18, 2016
Now it;s been 3 weeks since any real treasures, every weekend hitting the parades of Garage sales, finding nothing. In a day, 2 or 3 dozen sales, a couple of pairs of sunglasses, a book, 128 copies of "50 Shades of Grey", 98 copies of "50 Shades Darker", 102 copies of "50 Shades Freed", all of which should be, would be terrific conversation starters with the voluble hostesses, but I can't bring myself to address such commonplace tastes and deviance, it's the fashion now, after all...
...Until you find the riding crop, which paired with the books suggests ...
...only $2.00, can't have enough of these, begin the conversation..."Are you a horsey person? What happened to your pony? Do you have any other riding equipment...", or, the oversharing "I have a saddle...".
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SO three weeks and I was due to hit..an early start, St. Edmunds, I'm late, they started early, but I still get a pair of shoes for a twonie and an antique drafting table...
This is a perfect project, clean the terrible paint off the base (when was that shade of brown ever fashionable?), wax the cast iron, maybe paint the wheels a fire-engine red. Swap out the pine tabletop for an old piece of oak and Voila! a fine new desk...
From here to another, rummage sale in my hood, it's bad, a few stops along the way, I pass this sign:
Hippies, of course, but the fine taste in car betrays a modest assemblage of crap, still, a rusty geology pick for a dollar and a pack of tarot cards. Ask the hippies if their moving to Nelson (the hammocks all over the back yard, are they renting the house or the yard I wonder?), they think about it, seems like a great idea, hadn't crossed their mind...
Leave them, there's other sales, find an antique key for another $2.00 (a couple hundred years old at least), can't leave that, some other trifles, then home to unload the car...
From here, the drafting table the big find, I set out again...and discover that Kensington is having it's neighborhood sale, and I missed it, a shame, it's over now, mostly just kids stuff left, still a nice walk through the neighborhood and I turn up some mouthpieces for trumpets/trombones...
There will be something to be done with these...
And that's it! Not a bad day, although after the table the treasures were walking away from Kensington while I checked the wrong sales in my hood, a bad call, but they weren't advertised and so it goes...
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