Unusual Thursday

After going to bed at a decent hour I was up like a shot at half six this day. I showered up and worked on my grocery list before heading out. Luckily I didn’t have to clean the driveway this time but I did have to clean the truck off, including an extra thorough windown scrape to give ample time for the vehicle to warm up. Not starting it but every two weeks likely isn’t ideal in the winter. I was early so decided to swing by McDonald’s on the way and got myself a proper McBreakfast. I sat in my truck and ate it while I respected the seniors hour. I am growing more and more convinced that it is no longer a thing around here. Based on the clientele coming and going out of the store while I slowly consumed my prize breakfast I’d say it’s not. Either that or the majority of people are selfish and disrespectful. Tough call to be sure on that one. Since I don’t get out much I took the long way around to get to the food and ended up doing a circuit of the whole perimeter of the store. Not many people around at eight on a Thursday so I had plenty of elbow room to mozy up to the trough. In the end it was a regular shop, under $200 despite my nice donation to the local food bank being tacked on. I grabbed several bags of the same kind of chips and that might turn into something I’ll talk about later. When the bill was paid, I went straight home with my bounty and got it sorted and stowed quickly so I could make it to work by nine. I worked contentedly for a couple of hours before having to head back out into the dangerous wilds.

This time it was to pickup my pork patties. I ordered another case of them a few days back to enable my breakfast samidge obsession. I drove over there and parked, called the prescribed contact with my order number and a gentleman bought it out and placed it in my truck. Pretty slick. As I was driving home I noticed that not many of the businesses I passed were shuttered. I was pretty intrigued that the stone working place and the landscaping company were in full swing. I’m not sure what the term essential business means during a stay at home order anymore but I’m guessing your mulch needs in February are minimal. Aw well, not my business, my business was to get those tasty patties. I got them home and counted, there were 99 of them, pretty close. I split them into two sacks and painstakingly jammed them into the already full freezer.

In the end I decided that I had to cook some chicken bites to make room in the freezer. It’s rammed full again. Since it was close enough to lunch I tucked in. It was a pretty big feed so I thought I should get some exercise of some kind. I decided that I would change the plates on my truck. The company was switching me officially over to a Bayer vehicle to the point that I needed a new gas card, plates and ownership. The card was already in play so I had to put the new plates on to complete the process, well that and mail my old ones back but I have no intention of doing that anytime soon. It was a lot easier than I thought so to keep things moving I walked to the back and brought the birdfeeder in to thaw and then refilled it once I was able to clean it out. In the meantime I tidied up a bit in the garage. I was bringing it back out for the birds when I dropped it on the floor. Luckily it didn’t smash into a thousand pieces but it did make an awful mess. Neat to be outside when the sun was out, feels like a foreign concept to me now, which might not be ideal. I left the mess and hung it up and got back to work for a few more hours to round out the day. For dinner I used some of my leftover ground pork taco meat and cooked up some corn niblets, rice and black beans to mix in a bowl with salsa. I wrapped that up and enjoyed two burritos for dinner with plenty leftover for future use. One somewhat strange move I made when preparing the burritos is that I put a healthy tablespoon of leftover pesto on the wrap. This gave the meal a very different and quite unique taste. I liked it, so much pesto gave it a healthy zip. I’d do it again.

I was in a rush to get downstairs for the first Leaf game since Saturday. I had finished eating and cleaned up in time to start watching about fifteen minutes before puckdrop. The game was on the SN Pacific feed, I thought that odd since the game was in Toronto. The SN team covering the game was different but I attributed that to it being on the other feed. I settled in, the first was entertaining, decent back and forth but the Leafs were the stronger team coming out of it ahead a goal. I had heard that the Habs were wearing their reverse retro (whatever that means) uniforms and switched over to another feed to see if they looked as good as I was hearing. I tried to flip back to the Leafs when I realized I didn’t have access to the Habs and got stonewalled. Apparently I wasn’t in the right region. I was pretty confused and very frustrated. I hadn’t moved. If I was able to watch the first period from my couch, why not the rest. TSN was carrying the game and likely had the regional rights for the game but that didn’t explain how I was able to watch the first. I took to Twitter to whine again. I got a handful of people replying, most to tell me the game was on TSN, not helpful when I don’t get TSN. This time I took things a step further and emailed the address given on the screen for assistance and/or an explanation. I didn’t get any reply on Twitter or email (not even several days later) so I had no choice but to watch more Superstore. I’m not sure I even like this show. I have no clue what happened while I was watching, I was all consumed by my rage, frustration and feeling of helplessness. I can only imagine that if I didn’t leave the feed to check the Habs I’d have been able to watch it all. The Leafs lit it up, crushing the Canucks and Spezza got a hattrick. I tried to go to sleep but with that much vitreole boiling in my veins I wasn’t able to get to sleep. In fact, it was after midnight when finally I got a reprieve. What a strange evening.