Curiosity killed the cat
Up far too early, plotting the days route.
There's a huge parade of Garage Sales in Tuscany, but it's in Tuscany. Take the train to the end of the line, wait for a bus, then walking through endless suburbs.
Fortunately there are a few closer to home - the Treasure Chest sale on 4th Street and a small Community Sale north of Kensington.
Choices, choices. As I'll doubtless want to nap I'm choosing the ones closest to home.
And, this done, there's still time to drink my coffee and catch up on the weeks news. No one won the 50 million dollar Lottomax jackpot, now my only hope is to have recovered my investment in minor subsidiary wins (I can hope...). The title, of course, is a play on Schrödinger's cat, who was both alive and dead until you opened the box and checked, my too-brief lottery dreams are dashed as a result of my enquiring as to whether I won....
It wouldn't have lasted anyways, it would have leaked out at work, in my daily errands, the best I could have hoped for is that it was won in Calgary and the winner hadn't stepped forth to claim the prize, such news would have kept the cat alive and the ticket stubs in my pocket. More offerings are needed for the Shrine of the Beloved Virgin.
It's almost time to go, loaf at the bus stop, waiting (forever) for buses that may (or may not) show up, I could walk but as it's half a day off I have a policy of doing as little as possible, there will be plenty of walking through the community...
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Tomorrow
It's been a grueling week, most nights not escaping until after 11:00 PM.
Which wouldn't be a big deal except that I start at 10:00 AM, and factoring in the bus each way (say an hour because I don't plan for it being late) makes for a long week.
Tonight, in appreciation for my lack of complaining and hard work I was allowed to go early, but am too beat to make something of the opportunity. Come home, plan tomorrows garage sales.
A couple of appreciative emails on the Haunted Table for sale, one possibly interested (must schedule the visit in), there's the Lottomax lottery tickets (50 million jackpot, with an estimated 20 million dollar subsidiary prizes); bought too late to inspire any real hope or get the fantasy rolling, but if I can hold off on checking them for a few days I might be able to keep the dream alive....
I could catch up on my child support...
Now, finally, an almost empty inbox, a pile of work coming in (that can wait, I warned them I'm on a tight schedule!!) but no new emails tonight, merely a blended scotch, few minutes surfing the net and then bed...
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Petulant, with occasional flashes of small mindedness
We get them.
He's a regular, sort of a "Yosemite Sam" type character, wealthy, long uncombed grey hair, he's got his own private room in the back of the restaurant where he always eats. We set it up for him every day.
But some days he doesn't have a reservation and comes in to find it full.
It throws him in a rage. The thought that other people have his room, that he has to eat in the main dining room with the rest of the patrons, it's unheard of. He's curt with the staff, demanding, dismissive, not his usual patronizing self, we've given away his room, there's no placating him, the owner, he buys him drinks, pays for his dinner, and still that's not enough, he leaves without tipping or saying goodbye.
He's petulant, with occasional flashes of small mindedness.
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late
Once a week at least you'll see them, three buses in a row heading in the opposite direction. The first one is full, the next 2 are empty.
It's a bad sign.
And you wait. And you wait. You check your watch and make light conversation with the other people at the bus stop. Maybe you missed your bus, but the others, they're all regulars and if you missed the bus then they did too....
And you're still waiting.
Now you try to be understanding, there's probably extenuating circumstances at play. There could be an accident. It could be the snow, or the rain, or the fact that it's a sunny day. Maybe your watch isn't working? But other people are getting on their cell phones and calling in to work.
The bus is late.
So you wait and me, I'm bad at being late. I'm usually early. To be 5 minutes late takes an hour to recover from, 15 minutes late take a day.
You think of all the big cities you've lived in, London, Prague, the buses always ran on time. But here in Calgary bus schedules, they're only approximate, you shouldn't take them seriously, they're intended as a general guide only...
And you wonder why they need three buses running the route in the other direction when 2 of them are empty, couldn't they just turn one of them around?
All the while inside I'm screaming, I'm late...
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