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It's complicated

Now that we’re married, GC and I are thinking about moving in together. Like actually formally officially living together. Getting rid of the duplicate toaster and bed and microwave and house, and consolidating ourselves and our animals and our stuff into one house.

It’s complicated, though. First we had to decide which house to live in. I preferred my house and he preferred his house. We finally reached a decision: we’ll sell my house and live in his house for a couple of years and then we’ll buy a house that will be “ours.”

But before we move to his house, we both have to get rid of a whole bunch of stuff. It’s the wrong time of year for a garage sale, so we have to figure that out. Some of it can go on Kijiji, like my loom and guitar and extra furniture and his giant 61″ 500-pound free-to-a-good-home TV. Even so, I really do need to have a garage sale.

Also, we want to do a few fix-ups of his house while it’s relatively empty, like refinishing the floors and painting the interior and installing some lighting and maybe improving the kitchen a little.

Neither one of us has has any talent or experience with fixing things (we’re quilters, not carpenters; the only thing the two have in common is the motto “measure twice, cut once”). So we have to hire people to do that. Do you hire a general contractor, and he or she hires the other people? Do you hire a jack of all trades, or a specialist for each job? Do you refinish the floors first, or paint first? We keep hearing that all the good contractors will be too busy to take the job, and we shouldn’t hire anybody that isn’t too busy because they won’t be any good. But does that even make sense?

So anyway, assuming we get all that sorted out, then we have to actually move. I’m definitely hiring movers for that.

Once we’re there, we have to fix my place up in order to sell it. The floors should be sanded and the whole interior painted. In addition to that, I think the kitchen floor and the kitchen counter both need replacing, and probably the cabinets need to be refaced. Also, the moldings and trim that Kazoo ate need to be replaced. And then there’s various assorted little things, like the window screen that Duncan plucks when he wants to come in. It’s in shreds, and must be replaced.

Oh, and the crumbling cement front porch. It has been an eyesore for years. The city issued another work order this year, and I convinced the neighbour with whom I share the porch that we should replace the cement porch with a wood porch. Another neighbour agreed to do the job in his very limited spare time. (It’s been over a month, and we now have wooden steps…but they’re not all the same size. Some are 10 inches deep and others are 20 inches deep, and the last one is really really tall. He’s still tweaking it; it’s a work in progress.)

Anyway, after we’ve sold all our extra stuff, fixed up GC’s house, moved there, and fixed up my house, then we have to sell my house. And then we’re done!

My week in signs

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Warning: Graphic Images

So here’s a crazy thing. GC had to have a medical test a couple of weeks ago as a follow-up to an earlier test a few months ago. The doctor was 99.9% sure everything was okay, but he just wanted to guide a camera through GC’s urinary tract to make sure. (Don’t worry, the graphic images aren’t of that.)

GC was tempted to call the whole thing off a couple of days before the procedure, since everything seemed fine and nobody really wants a camera inserted into their penis. But he’s a much better patient than I am, and he rarely cancels or even reschedules anything, so he went through with it. He even said okay when the doctor asked if his resident could perform the procedure, since his resident needed the practice.

The procedure seemed to go okay, but there were complications. Something got nicked. GC was bleeding more than is normal after such a procedure, and by early evening he couldn’t pee anymore because there was a blockage. We headed over to Emergency.

You know how Emergency is. Everybody acts like your personal emergency is just another mundane, insignificant event in an endless series of mundane, insignificant events. Your penis is bleeding? Ho hum.

We did see a slight flicker of interest while GC was being triaged. A young couple came up to the triage window and the man said that it was his pregnant wife’s due date and she was acting strange and Telehealth thought she might be having a stroke. The triage nurse looked ever-so-slightly more interested in that than he did in GC’s penis.

Eventually GC was examined by a urology resident, who said a catheter and an hour of irrigation should clear things up. It didn’t, so they admitted him overnight and said he should be fine in the morning after being irrigated overnight. The next morning he still wasn’t okay. They kept him till 4:30 in the afternoon, at which point he was declared cured and discharged.

BUT.

An hour earlier, at 3:30 in the afternoon, while sitting in his hospital bed, he suddenly got this weird thing with his foot. It was itchy and tight and it felt like something was tugging on it or like there was a magnet in it, pulling. I took a look. It was on the side of his foot. A red patch about two inches long, with a bunch of tiny blisters.

We called the nurse. She washed his feet in warm soapy water and called the doctor, who changed his antibiotic prescription just in case it was an allergy. They thought it might be contact dermatitis. They said he could go home, but if it got worse to come back.

foot1We got home, ate, fed the animals and then took another look at the foot. All the little blisters had joined together and become one big fat blister. And there was a second area, near the heel, that had become inflamed. I sent a picture to Mudmama who said it looked like cellulitis, which can be dangerous.

We went back to Emergency, and waited for hours. This doctor didn’t know what kind of infection it was (she said it might possibly be cellulitis) and she broke the blister and sent us home, with instructions to come back if it got worse, and a prescription for another antibiotic.

foot2He has since gone to his own doctor, who also doesn’t know what it is but who says it might take awhile to clear up. It has been 12 days, and this is what it looks like now.

The Fountain of Youth contains....water?

pride21GC and I marched in the Pride parade last weekend! First time for both of us. I was working there and GC volunteered to pitch in. It was a terrific event for people-watching. The people lining the streets to watch the parade were, I think, more entertaining than your average spectators. We were behind the Bruce House hootenanny float, so heehaw!

zoomgcprideAfter the parade, we worked at an information booth for a few hours. We were giving away flashing red ribbons and key drives in exchange for people sharing their tips about health and happiness.

As you might expect, a lot of people talked about eating healthy and getting enough exercise. But there were some unique answers too, like eat mangoes, and spend time with rabbits, and drink booze.

pride1At one point three women came by and I struck up a conversation with them. It turned out that two of the women were the mothers of the other woman. And the mother who had actually given birth to that daughter has four children and nine grandchildren. She didn’t look old enough to be a grandmother. (Really she didn’t; I wasn’t just saying that.) They laughed and told me that when they arrived at the Pride Info Fair earlier in the day, the three of them went to buy drink tickets, and the ticket-seller asked only one of them for ID – the grandmother of the nine children! Her daughter didn’t even get carded, just her.

I have to say I was pretty eager to see what she wrote on her healthy/happy living card, because this woman seemed to have discovered the proverbial fountain of youth. Turns out her age-defying secret is lots of sleep and plenty of water.

So what do you think? Which one is the daughter, and which one is the grandmother who has to carry ID if she’s hoping to drink?

Ernie does St. John's

Ernie here. This is my third and final honeymoon post. Then I’ll turn the blog back over to Zoom, and I’ll go back to sitting on the shelf with Bert. Ho hum.

coryFirst thing we did in St. John’s was check into our new home. (We found it through Airbnb, which is very cool and which you should consider if you are traveling anywhere in the world.)

We stayed at Cory’s house. Cory teaches folklore at the university and does research on the queer underground economy in Havana, Cuba. His house was very nice. This is a picture of me, Cory and one of Cory’s two cats.

Cory’s house was just up the hill from downtown, so we walked everywhere. We celebrated GC’s birthday at Portobello’s. I spent the whole meal in Zoom’s bag, so I didn’t get to eat. But it sounded good.

The next day we went for a very, very long walk. We walked up Signal Hill, down through The Battery, then all around downtown for hours. I was pooped! My pedometer said we walked over 30,000 steps!

Here I am at the top of Signal Hill.
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This is me looking out the window in Cabot Tower.
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Here’s a picture of me hanging out with a new friend.

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Bucket List: #77 Ride a Newfoundland dog.
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We did a little window shopping and we all agreed I’d look smashing in that little tweed jacket.
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screechedin Screeching-In is a ceremony by which you become an Honorary Newfoundlander. At first the bartender at Trapper John’s said she wasn’t going to screech in a doll. Zoom told her I wasn’t a doll, I was ERNIE, from Sesame Street, and she said yeah, yeah, I know who he is. And then GC and Zoom and I all looked at her beseechingly, and she relented and said OK. So we had to say stuff and drink Newfoundland Screech and kiss a Puffin’s butt, and now we’re certified honorary Newfoundlanders!

(I’m a little embarrassed to tell you this, but I can’t really hold my booze. Zoom and GC drank me right under the table, and then they had to carry me home.)

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One of our favourite places in St. John’s was the Rocket. We went there all the time for coffee and oatmeal and just to hang out. Cookie Monster would love it there. I’m hiding in this picture, which was taken at the Rocket. Can you see me?
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mulcairHere I am at the Rocket with some new friends. That’s Misty Blue on the left and Tom Mulcair (Leader of the Official Opposition and the next Prime Minister of Canada) on the right. (He wanted to get his picture taken with me because I’m orange and orange is his favourite colour.)

We were only in St. John’s for two days. It was a whirlwind trip and then it was time to go home. Here I am checking in at the airport. I love Porter Airlines, and I think they love me too.
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Even the pilot loves me.

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I’ll be back in Newfoundland someday. There are still so many things I want to do there, like ride a whale and toboggan on an iceberg and get my picture taken with a moose and Rick Mercer.

Honeymooning in Dildo, by Ernie

Hi, it’s me, Ernie, with Part II of our honeymoon.

dildo2After our five blissful days in Trinity East, we headed back to St. John’s for a couple of days. Along the way we took a little detour to the village of Dildo, just because it’s called Dildo. Here I am at the Post Office. This might actually be the most photographed post office sign in the world.
 
dildo6This is me in the pouring rain with Captain Dildo and the Lighthouse. Captain Dildo and the Lighthouse are right outside Dildo’s little museum. They are symbols of Dildo. Can you see what the symbols of Dildo have in common? That’s right: they’re both kind of phallic.
 
 
 
 
 
Dildo-Newfoundland-e1345566175172The thing about Dildo is that it’s name is its biggest tourist draw. People – like Zoom and GC – go a little out of their way just to take pictures of the signs that say Dildo. There were three campaigns to change Dildo’s name in the 20th century, but none were successful. Two suggested alternatives were Seaview and Pretty Cove. Zoom thinks Dildo’s name is what keeps Dildo on the map.

Other towns in Newfoundland have changed their names over the years: Famish Gut is now Fair Haven, Gayside is now Baytona, and Silly Cove is now Winterton. Zoom and GC and me, we all like the old names better.

When we were in the tiny museum we asked the question that every single tourist in the whole history of Dildo tourism asks:

“How did Dildo get its name?”

dildo1And Benjamin, the nice teenager who works at the museum of Dildo and who was born and raised in Dildo and who hopes to study French in Quebec after he finishes high school, told us that there are many theories. This is a picture of Benjamin and me, which Zoom took while he explained some of the many theories. Benjamin thinks Dildo was supposed to be named Dilbo, but the captain was dyslexic.

Another possibility is that Captain Cook and his assistant, who mapped Newfoundland in the 1760s, got a chuckle out of giving towns funny names. Newfoundland has a lot of towns with funny names. For example: Blow Me Down, Whitless Bay, Nameless Cove, Heart’s Desire, Come-by-Chance and Conception Bay. Internationally, Dildo holds its own with Fucking, Austria; Anus, France; Nob End, England; Effin, Ireland; Twatt, Scotland; Intercourse, Pennsylvania; Bald Knob, Arkansas; and Wankum, Germany.

dildo3 The name might be the primary tourist draw, but there’s more to Dildo than its name. Here I am riding a whale in Dildo!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
dildo5Here I am peeking into a miniature schoolhouse in Dildo!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
dildo4This is me driving a miniature tugboat in Dildo!

Stay tuned for the third and final instalment of our Newfoundland honeymoon!

A Guest Post by Ernie: The Honeymoon, Part I

hzgToday’s post is brought to you by the letter H and the number 3.
That’s because the 3 of us – Zoom, GC and me – went to Newfoundland for our Honeymoon!

The license plate of the car we rented was HZG, which stands for Honeymoon Zoom GC. (They forgot the E for Ernie.)

Here are some Highlights from my Honeymoon.

boathouse We stayed in a pink boathouse in Trinity East! It was cozy and comfortable and very romantic. We had a big balcony looking out over the village and Trinity Bay. The kitchen, living room, dining room, bedroom and office were all in the same room! We had a fireplace and lots of windows and 21 lights and a bed that folded out of the wall! (One day I slept in and I got folded up into the wall. I’m not even kidding!)

newfoundlandvacationhomesNewfoundland Vacation Homes has the perfect place for everybody. From teeny tiny room for one little wee person to whole houses for big families. Someday maybe I’ll rent Devil’s Cove for a Sesame Street reunion. (The Shipping News was filmed in Devil’s Cove. It rained one day so me and GC and Zoom watched the Shipping News.)

 

 
boatthingsThe little village of Trinity East is prettier than a postcard. This is me in a bin of boat things. Zoom took this picture because she says I look nice in orange.

 

 

 

 

upsidedownboat I don’t know a whole lot about boats, because I grew up on Sesame Street, which is landlocked. All I knew about boats is that they start with the letter B. But here’s a picture of me driving an actual boat. It’s not so hard – I could probably do it standing on my head!

 

 

 

 

rootcellarOne day we drove to Elliston, which is the Root Cellar Capital of the World! This is me in a root cellar. Root cellars are dug into little hills and they have little hobbit doors. People keep food in them. Elliston is all about the root cellars and the puffins. The puffins and I sat on the edges of opposite cliffs and watched each other for awhile.

 

 
bonavistaHere I am at Bonavista, which you might remember from the song: This land is your land, this land is my land, from Bonavista to Vancouver Island! Me and Zoom and GC sang that song a LOT the day we went there. There’s a famous lighthouse in Bonavista, and that’s where they keep the Atlantic Ocean too – it’s HUGE. I think Rubber Ducky would like it there.

On the way to Bonavista we came to a place called Dungeon, and a flock of sheep crossed the road right in front of us! We got out of the car and Zoom wanted to take a picture of me riding a sheep, but the sheep thought it was a baaaaaad idea.

graveyardZoom and GC have what you might call a morbid fascination with graveyards. Every time they see an old graveyard they want to stop and go in and read all the tombstones and imagine how the people lived and died in the olden days. Whenever they go into a graveyard, I wait outside, thank you very much.

 

daisyI picked a daisy for Zoom since it was our honeymoon. She kissed my nose.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

blueberriesGC picked some blueberries for me, because it was our honeymoon. In Newfoundland, blueberries grow in your front yard, instead of grass.

 

 

 

 

 

 
ruggedbeautyThis is the Rugged Beauty, which is a boat in New Bonaventure, where the mini-series Random Passage was set. We were planning to go on a boat tour on the Rugged Beauty, to see whales and abandoned villages, and hear stories about the olden days! But there was a wedding the night before, and Bruce the Skipper was at the wedding, and he took the next day off. So, while GC and Zoom checked out the local cemetery, I hung out on the Rugged Beauty by meself. Ahoy Matey!

stageHere I am in Bruce the Skipper’s stage. That’s the shack where they clean the fish. It was a bit smelly in there. Oscar would have liked it.

 

 

 

 

 

 
friendsNewfoundlanders are so friendly. Brenda and Donna invited me and Zoom and GC over for dinner at the Crow’s Nest. The scallops were delicious. Here I am with some of my new friends from the Crow’s Nest: The Little Red-Headed Girl, two Crows, and the Rooster Who Crows!

 

 

slugOh, here’s another new-found friend. I called him Slugger.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
littleredheadedgirlThis is me with The Little Red-Headed Girl. She’s got groovy purple shoes and she lives in a closet in the Crow’s Nest. She doesn’t get out much. She and Brenda and Donna and Lynn and Peggy all came over to the boathouse one night with a surprise birthday cake for GC! The grown-ups partied in the kitchen and ate Cointreau-soaked birthday cake while the Little Red-Headed Girl and I cozied up on the couch. The Little Red-Headed Girl is going to come stay with me and Bert next winter!

That’s Part I of my Newfoundland honeymoon guest post! Part II will be about my visit to Dildo, and Part III will be about going to St. John’s. I had some pretty wild adventures in Newfoundland, and shook hands with some famous people. Stay tuned!

Feeling violated

GC has been violating the neighbours this week.

Four-Dog Neighbour

Two doors down from me is a woman with four dogs.

For three evenings last week, two dogs barked incessantly in her postage-stamp back yard. On the third evening I went over and talked to the dogs. They settled down, but started crying again when I left. I rang her doorbell but she didn’t answer, so I left a note (with my name and address) in her mailbox. It said “Your dogs have been crying the last few evenings. It’s annoying, but I also feel sorry for them since they seem so anxious.”

The next day we came home and heard a different dog barking at the same place. I peeked through the gate and saw an adorable puppy on a very short chain. He had little room to move, and he was unhappy. I opened the gate and went in and sat with him. He stopped crying right away and started licking my hand. GC brought him a margarine container full of water, and he had a drink. He was the sweetest puppy. GC wrote a note and left it on the neighbour’s windshield. It said “Your dogs have been barking a lot lately. Is there anything you can do about it?”

The next day GC ran into her. She said she puts the puppy out there to pee and he’s not allowed back in until he pees, but he won’t pee. She gives him a short chain so he won’t eat her flowers. She was concerned when she saw the margarine container of water because now neighbours were involved, and she has four dogs instead of the legal three. She hoped GC wasn’t going to call By-law on her. GC said no, he just wanted her dogs not to bark so much.

The next day the margarine container was at our back door. There were no dogs barking. We figured things were resolved…

Private Garbage Neighbour

Monday was garbage day. When GC got home from walking Rosie, he saw that the recycling truck had already done our side of the street but not the other side. He hadn’t gotten our recycling out in time, so he took it across the street and left it on a neighbour’s curb.

The neighbour then moved the bins and left a note:

“Dear sneaky person, Please do not bring your garbage to my property. I really don’t appreciate it. If you had asked me, maybe we could have worked something out. But this has left me feeling very violated, especially because you wait until I am gone. I expect this to stop.”

GC went and introduced himself and talked to her and they worked things out. (She’s from Toronto and I guess they have different rules there.)

On his way back from sorting that out, Four-Dog Neighbour confronted GC again. She said she’d been thinking about our notes and the margarine container, and she feels violated because we went into her back yard. That’s why she returned the margarine container – so we’d know how it felt to have someone come into our back yard. She wanted us to feel as violated as she had felt. (Which we didn’t.)

Anyway, what’s with everybody feeling violated over minor things like giving their dog water or putting our garbage on their curb? For that matter, what do people even mean when they say they feel violated?

Stolen Bunny!

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I saw this sign on Percy Street today:

“STOLEN!!!

WTF? Last seen on washing line in our
BACKYARD! The person responsible,
who, incidentally, ought to be ashamed
(no matter their affliction), stole a
bunny from a baby. A gift at birth and a
child’s favoured comfort at bedtime –
We want it back – next time steal the
car instead.

(613) 298-6874″

bunnyI totally get where they’re coming from. My son had a cherished bunny named Bunny when he was a little guy. It was a gift from his Auntie Flo when he was born. He loved that bunny to pieces. He couldn’t leave home without it, couldn’t go to sleep without it. (And we managed just fine without a car, by the way.)

More than once we had to get off a bus when we were halfway to wherever we were going and go back home for Bunny because we’d forgotten him and he was Absolutely Essential to Jamie’s happiness.

One night at bedtime, when he was about two years old, Jamie said Bunny was gone. I looked everywhere. Eventually I found him in the vegetable crisper. (You know you’ve looked everywhere when you start looking for stuffed animals in the fridge.)

“What’s Bunny doing in the fridge?” I asked, perplexed. Jamie just grinned at me, and I realized he’d actually hidden him there on purpose, to delay bedtime…his first act of duplicity!

Once in awhile I’d have to wash Bunny because he smelled like someone had been sucking on his ears and peeing on him for years. Jamie would sit by the washing machine until Bunny was done, then they’d have a quick damp snuggle between the washing and the drying. Bunny would then go into the dryer and Jamie would sit by the dryer and wait for him.

Bunny is 31 years old now. Jamie outgrew him, but I never did. He lives on a shelf in my bedroom and I’d still be devastated if someone stole him. He’s my favourite relic from Jamie’s childhood.

I hope those people get their bunny back.

(But what kind of thief steals a stuffed bunny from a clothesline? Drunk kids? A dog?)

Pharmacists: Not just pill counters

I recently discovered that pharmacists can do way more than count pills and warn me not to operate machinery. This newfound knowledge came as a result of two surprisingly positive encounters with pharmacists in the last couple of weeks. (Not that my prior encounters with pharmacists were negative; for the most part they were neutral.)

Positive Pharmacist Encounter #1: A specialist did not respond to several faxed requests to renew a prescription. The pharmacist was able to prescribe a one-month supply of the medication to tide me over until my next appointment with this doctor!

Positive Pharmacist Encounter #2: I was picking up my 6th prescription for migraine prevention pills, and I mentioned to the nice new pharmacist that they didn’t seem to be working: I’ve been taking five pills a day for six months, without any improvement. He suggested I ask the doctor (a neurologist) about a different prevention medication. Yeah, I said, but she’s booked solid until November. Not only that, but I got a letter from my health insurer saying that I’ve hit the limit on the number of Relpax (migraine abortives) they’ll pay for. (I take five migraine prevention pills a day, which don’t work, and I take one $17 Relpax, which does work, whenever I get a migraine, which is about 20 times a month.)

To my surprise, the nice new pharmacist said he’d see what he could do. He said he’d get in touch with the neurologist’s office to let them know the prevention meds weren’t working, and he’d contact my insurer to see if an exception could be made. Less than a week later I received a letter from my insurer, saying they would continue paying for my Relpax!

I was so astonished and happy, I felt like hugging my pharmacist and baking him some cookies!

I didn’t even know pharmacists could intervene in matters like this. I always assumed that doctors have patients and pharmacists have customers…I thought of pharmacists as specialized retailers rather than health care providers. I knew they went to school for a long time and had encyclopedic knowledge about drugs, but I didn’t know they could be of such enormous practical benefit to me. Check out this chart that outlines Pharmacists’ Expanded Scope of Practice Activities by Province. They’ve got some significant powers here in Ontario, and in Alberta they’re practically God-like!

Pharmacists even have some collective opinions on all kinds of interesting public policy issues, ranging from breastfeeding to the environment.

Historically, I think apothecaries had a broader scope of practice than pharmacists. Maybe the pendulum is finally swinging away from increasing specialization and back towards greater diversification of roles. I think it’s terrific for health care consumers, as it will help clear out some of the bottlenecks in the system.