Return of the Fat Bastard - I nailed another Rat!

November 16th 2016

      I'm sitting in my Cardiologists office in Ioco waiting to be seen and told there is nothing else to be done. I had a full workup at the Cardio Clinic in Surrey last week. I came through it with flying colors. They're still a little concerned about my cholesterol but other than that I'm doing very well. I got the same from Dr. Leong today. BP 127/87, heart rate 70 bpm. And my ECG was normal. We talked Raptors Basketball for five minutes and he scheduled my next appointment for playoff time.

      The Green room is back together and Michelle with one L is back and so far, happy and most importantly healthy. So to recap the great Green Room adventure. It started with two little dots on the ceiling. I ended up having to replace 60 feet of supply line. Remove then replaced 20 feet of drywall. Primed and textured the repair. Tore out the carpet and replaced it with vinyl planking and lastly I installed the baseboards. I did this all while Michelle with one L's giant, heavy furniture blocked my every move. I still need to caulk the baseboards but Michelle with one L has already moved back in and the baseboards are just cosmetic. She has so much stuff you can barely see the floor let alone the baseboards. So when she moves on I will once again become Caulkmaster!
      Oh yeah Wednesday morning I nailed another Rat! That's six so far off the front deck.
How many Rats will I catch in my trap, before they are forever gone? The answer is blowing in the wind. When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn? The answer my friend is blowing in the wind. Thanks Bob.

Are Rats edible?

    I still need to clean up and take a load of debris to the dump. I have also done all this while trying to encourage Kevin Kidneystone to vacate my kidney with the use of drugs and beer! Now ten days and too many beers later he's still hanging around being a pain. Make that eleven days.

The Evil Bella...Bwa ha ha

     This posting is turning into a marathon event. I've been writing snippets for three days now so if the storyline and the chronology don't jive ....get over it. I had an appointment downtown on Tuesday, so I took the Ratdogs with me. We stopped at Trout Lake on the way in and the Ratdogs did their business and sniffed a few bums. The Ratdogs not me. Twenty minutes later I was circling my appointment looking for parking. Fortunately I was twenty five minutes early. Trying to get parking in Kitsilano is like winning the lottery! On my tenth or twelth turn around the block I saw an actor I knew come out of the building so I followed him until he got in his car. Right in front of the building... BINGO! I was in and out in three minutes pissed that I put a loonie in the meter!

Christo the Spiderman

     Judge Begbies Tavern in New Westminster does a Tuesday night acoustic open mic. It's run by Greg Gorrie a mass talented musucian and teacher. It's a nice venue to perform your original songs. There is usually a bit of an audience and five or six performers. I hung out long enough to do two three song sets. The first one solo and the second with Gord, a bass player and Maureen and Mark on percussion. Two covers and we finished off with the Love Monkey Blues. It was after 11:00 when I got home still wired from the stage. It takes me a while to get myself out of performance mode. I sat up until after 2:00 am with the echoes of the music still running through my head. Nothing a cookie can't fix. I slept like a baby shortly thereafter. A stoner Baby, but still a Baby. I'm starting to get to know more and more of the musicians in the area. Some of these people have been playing for forty years. I'm blown away by the talent I see. Lots of them were professional players for years but Rock N Roll is a young mans game. There are also very few paying venues left. Everyone has to eat so a steady job is a necessity. Now it's great people making beautiful music for the sake of making music. Not necesarily when I'm on stage, but in general.

Mark and Greg at Judge Begbies

      I overslept a little bit. I had the Wednesday morning Dr's appointment at 10:30 and I didn't roll out of bed until 9:45. I brushed my teeth, threw some water on my face and brushed my hair which is now in full Clown glory! If I need to look respectable I gel it down to my head. I bought the Dippity Doo nuclear powered hair gel. It holds it down for a couple of hours. Then like a Democrat who lost the election, my clown hair rises to the surface. Raging against the restraints of Dippity Doo!
      After my appointment I stopped at the Wind mobile store because my new phone won't let me download pictures and I can't talk to it any more. Hello Google WTF!! It took the kid at the store ten minutes and everything was working again. I have no idea what I did but I will try not to do it again. I also have no idea what the kid did either. Perhaps I should have paid more/any attention to what he was doing.

On the road.

      Home at last I changed into my grubs and got to work cleaning the piles of construction shrapnel off the back deck and into the truck for the trip to the dump. First I collected all the tools that were scattered around the place and put them away in the shed. I was trying to organise the tools so I don't have to search for hours trying to find a pair of pliers. Once I had all the tools away I just had the trip to the dump ahead of me. First though, soup! The lovely Lisa warmed up a pot of ham and lentil soup that she pulled from the freezer combined with a Squatch salad and a few chicken wings I watched the wailing and gnashing of teeth on CNN as the Democrat protesters prove once again that everyone has the right to say whatever they want as long as it's the same thing they are saying. Half the people arrested didn't even vote! Somehow it seemed appropriate that I'm taking this crap to the dump!
      It was after 4:00 when I finally had the Rav4 loaded. The dump closes at 5:00 so I better get a move on. They have a separate area at the dump for Drywall. I had less than a sheet in little pieces in three buckets. They will only accept new drywall. If it was installed previously they won't take it. Just trimmings from new stuff. I was told I had to take the drywall to another site not far from there. I unloaded the stuff they would take, some carpet underlay and vinyl flooring. Dropped off a bucket full of copper pipe at the recycling depot and paid $15 for the right to drop my trash. $10 minimum and a $5 service charge. That's new. What service are they providing? That's like paying the neighbourhood kid $5 to watch me mow the lawn! I had to get to the New Westminster Gypsum recycling plant before they closed. I just made it in time to have the bitter women at the entrance give me the third degree about the origin of my drywall. Is there any writing on it? How old is it? Where was it installed? I don't know, I don't know, on the basement ceiling. I was met at the giant pile of drywall rubble by a guy with a clipboard who inspected my drywall and had me fill out a form and sign it, twice! Then they charged me $10.50. I only paid $13 for the drywall.
      We finished off the chicken and ribs Chef Boy R Lisa had brought home the night before with a big Squatch salad and some broccoli. The lovely Lisa and Michelle with one L had some homemade Mac n    Cheese. I'm back hard on my low carb diet and am slowly getting back to where I want to be. I watched the Raptors lose to Golden State then a couple of episodes of Designated Survivor I had PVR'd. Now it's Thursday morning and you're up to date.
      When I got my phone working again I had some how deleted all the pics I had on it. These are the few that are left. None from the last few days.


That's all I've got
Till next Time
Peace out Y'all