I’m going to need to decompress after this one!

Okay, so things got done and I’m home now.

First, the good parts.

I texted the cab company (it’s one guy with one car) last night to book a trip for today. Once it was confirmed he was available to pick me up in the afternoon, I called the grocery store. I had used their website to build a shopping list, using the new flier, etc. They have a delivery service that allowed to have the list transferred over with a click. That would have allowed me to submit my shopping list, work out payment, and then either have it delivered or ready for pick up. Except I knew no one would be delivering where we live. I expected to be able to arrange a pick up. Our nearest location, however, didn’t even come up as an option.

Which just meant I had to phone the store directly. Since I used their website to build my list, I could just read it off. I also let them know when I would be arriving to pick up (more or less) and was assured it would be ready by then. That done, I confirmed with the taxi about the times. I even got a call this morning to ask about substitutions, and could even call them back later on to add something to the list my husband requested.

The grocery store was just the first place I needed to go. I went to the customer service desk and the only delay was people running around because someone had fallen in the parking lot, and an ambulance had been called. My order had already been processed and suspended, so it just needed to be called up and paid for, then someone went to the back to bring out the cart. It was all boxed up, so I didn’t even need to use the bags I’d brought along.

After the cab was loaded up, the next stop was the bank so I could use the ATM to pay him. I asked him how much it was before I went in, so I had an idea of how much I needed to take out. It was already $50 by then.

From there, it was back home with a stop at the post office. It has been more than a week, so the mail box was stuffed with fliers, but the important mail we were waiting for was there, plus I now had a parcel to pick up.

As we left, I messaged the family to let them know we were almost there, so they could be ready to assembly line things to the house, and that I was telling the driver to just pull up to the garage, not into the yard, so it would be easier for him to leave.

Final bill was pennies over $90, before tip. I can’t begrudge it. Gas prices have gone up to $1.559 – and no, it’s not because of what’s going on in the Middle East. It’s just our government inflating prices again, then blaming Trump and the US, which has become the modus operandi since Marx Carnage became our new Prime Dictator.

I’d better watch myself. With the newest bills they’re trying to push through, especially after buying another MP and getting the majority government they couldn’t get through an election, I can be arrested for saying that.

Anyhow…

The girls were waiting for me when we got there, everything was unloaded to the garage and we assembly lined bringing everything to the house as the driver left.

Now for the down side.

The drive is a nice guy. He really is.

He’s a terrible driver.

Also, he car sounds like it’s about to break down any minute. It did not sound like this, the last time he drove me into town!

When he first got here, I met him at the gate, leaving it open for when we got back. He didn’t drive fully into the driveway, and had to do some maneuvering in order to turn around because of it. He mentioned getting stuck twice in the last while, so I can understand his being super cautious.

As soon as we headed out, I immediately heard and felt something wrong with the car, but I didn’t say anything about it. I figured, he would know about his own car.

What he clearly doesn’t know, is how to drive on icy gravel roads. Even in the first quarter mile, he was already starting to speed and I could feel the car losing traction. I told him to feel free to drive as slow as he needed, and that the area ahead was prone to deer crossings. He did slow down, but after the first mile, he started speeding again. That section was better, but he didn’t slow down when we were coming up on the intersection at the highway, where it is always sheer ice. So I let him know that the area ahead was really bad for being slippery, and he did eventually start to slow down, but still ended up sliding a bit because he was still going too fast while breaking for the stop sign.

Once driving through our little hamlet, where the speed limit is 50km/h in good conditions, he started speeding again. It wasn’t good conditions, though certainly better than the gravel road.

Then we got through the residential area, and the limit increased to 100km/h. Which would have been okay, except, being a nice guy, he was also very talkative.

He talks with his hands.

At least he mostly kept one hand on the steering wheel, but he was all over the road. At one point, driving in the middle of the highway. Thankfully, there were no oncoming vehicles at that time!!

Meanwhile, the entire time we were driving, I was literally expecting the car to break down.

He drove me to where I needed to go, and then we were on the way home. I discovered he’s not good at getting around other vehicles, either, and had a mild heart attack as he drove around a plow truck that was just through an intersection, setting up to clear drifts off the shoulders. With oncoming traffic.

When we got back to our hamlet, we stopped at the post office and it wasn’t too bad – until he got back on the gravel road. Again, I tried to let him know, he didn’t need to be in a hurry, and which sections were known to be slippery. He started asking about other towns and hamlets in the area, gesturing broadly with one hand, weaving on the icy road with the other. As we started to get to the intersection by our place, I mentioned how the road past our place isn’t on any maps, so that’s why we made the sign at the corner of the property, with the road name on it, because the sign with the name got stolen. I even gestured at the stop sign that had been knocked down in the process. At that point, I had to say, please slow down!

It turns out he was so distracted by talking, he was about to drive right past our intersection. He had to back up to be able to take the turn.

When we drove in, one of my daughters was waiting at the garage, while the other was waiting at the people gate into the yard. After bringing everything in, my younger daughter went back out to close the gate while I helped my older daughter put things away. As we were talking, she comments on the noises coming from the car! She thought it sounded ready to break down, too.

I’m happy we got the errands done, the mail finally picked up – and to be home again, safe and sound!

I really wasn’t sure about that last part for much of the drive.

I really hope the truck gets fixed soon. I don’t think I could handle another cab ride.

Oh, crud. I’ll have to get the cab to drive me in to pick up the truck, anyhow.

*sigh*

We’ll figure it out!!!

The Re-Farmer

Cat Therapy

Ugh.  It feels like it’s been a long day already, and it’s not even noon.

I got home from taking my mom to the hospital for her injection early enough to do that outside cat stuff, so I got a bit of feline therapy for stress reduction.

It was much appreciated.

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Nasty Crime Boy was even extra friendly today, gracing me with licks and love bites on the fingers; his way of showing affection.  Butterscotch and Rolando Moon all let me pet them, too.

I think I’m ready for a nap.

The trip with my mom was fast.  I got there early and she let me put her brace on, which is a huge step forward.  Then she got in my van and tried to take the frog off my dash.  It didn’t come off (yay Fun Tack!).  Instead I got yelled at for worshiping frogs, being brainwashed by negative and evil people, and how things like frogs and snakes are ugly, therefore they are of the devil.  I should have Jesus things on my dash, and not worship frogs.  I told her I don’t worship icons.

Thankfully, that didn’t last long and we didn’t talk at all for most of the trip in.

Once at the hospital, she didn’t even have to leave the waiting room.  A nurse came in and gave her the injection right there, and we could leave right away.  I did confirm we’re coming back tomorrow.  Her eye is looking better, but I can see a couple more days of this.

Which is not making my mom happy.

If she were unhappy because it’s hard on her body, or she’s tired (and I can see that it is taxing on her, physically) and so on, that would be great.  But that’s not what she complains about.  It was back to wanting a second opinion and eventually got around to the doctor not being able to speak English well (she speaks English just fine; she just has a strong accent) and other criticisms of the doctor herself.  It’s all about race.

*sigh*

Even when I got her home, her racism came out, all because of a stamp on some mail she got, honoring a black woman.  I even looked up who she was and read out some of her accomplishments, but nope… that just made it worse.

*sigh*

I was glad to leave.

Maybe tomorrow she will be better.

I’m going for a nap.  After I get some more fur therapy.

The Re-Farmer

Are You Kidding Me?

Finally sitting down to my first cup of tea today.

That’s right.  It’s been one of those days where I haven’t even had tea until evening.  ;-)

Green tea with chamomile and honey.

I’m definitely going to need me some chamomile!!

Okay.  This morning, I headed out to the post office, remembering that they close at noon on Wednesdays.  The postmaster was there, so I started off letting her know I had an odd question to ask her.

Did she know me?

She kind of hesitated, with a “not really… I mean, I remember you, but I remember your daughters, more.”

Which was fine.  She could confirm my identity.  She remembered me well enough to remember what house we lived in before leaving the province, how many kids I had, and so on.

I was rather impressed, really.  I barely remember any adults from when I was the age she was at when we left the province!

Anyhow.  I explained why I asked and what I was hoping she could do.  She didn’t have to know me well.  She just had to know me.  After looking over the form, she confirmed that she could sign it for me.  I filled out my part (it specifically states that it has to be filled out in front of the person confirming my identity), then she did the rest, while I regaled her with the problems I’ve been having with updating my ID.  I thanked her profusely.  I could finally go and do my driver’s license!  The first step in a series of steps.

I went home first, to take care of some things, like calling my auto insurance company that I got a letter from, saying my file was “incomplete.”  Talking to the guy on the phone, he explained that my coverage was coming up for renewal and, with my new address, they wanted to confirm it should be renewed.  I explained the situation to him.

Apparently, quite a few people are having the same problem.

As it stands now, my auto-renewal kicks in after March 30.  It would be really good if I can get this straightened out before then.  Not because I’ll lose my insurance, but that if I have to cancel soon after, I will be charged a cancellation fee.  If I cancel before March 30, there will be no fee.

Nice of them to consider that.

Meanwhile, he attached notes to my file about my transfer being delayed and why.

That done, I headed into the next town with all my paperwork to get started on updating my driver’s license.

There was a different woman at the counter this time, so I explained from the start why I was there, and what I had to confirm my identity.

Well, it turns out it didn’t matter.

They still need my marriage certificate.

She even phoned the main office to confirm.  She even gave them my name and information, and they found me in their system from when I last had a license in this province, back in 2004.

Yes, they have me on record with my hyphenated name.

However, because it’s been so long, they have to start over (if I’d moved back within 2 years, it wouldn’t have been an issue).

A marriage certificate is the ONLY document they will accept to do that.

Ugh.

After getting home, I started going through a bin I hadn’t finished unpacking yet that had papers in it, hoping that it might be in there, but nope.  Nothing.

There’s really no point in trying to find it.  I’ll have to phone Vital Statistics and get a new copy.

Who knows how long that will take?

I had even asked her if I should drop half my name and go back to using just my birth name but, as I expected, it would still be the same problem, since my current ID is all in my married name.

I just can’t get over what a pain this is.

At least it’ll be easier for my husband and daughters!

The Re-Farmer

Old and New

One of the areas I had on my list to tackle today was my desk.

Yes, the desk I’ve been using for a while now.

I’d emptied the drawers and packed away the contents that used to belong to my dad, but that was as far as it got.  Today, I was going to clean them out, so that I could start unpacking some things into them.

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