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Old dog… new tricks!

I have been to my fair share of garage sales over the years – and have indeed found one or two items thereat that have proved to be of enduring usefulness. I had not at any point until recently, however, been involved with the organisation of one such.

Regular readers might recall that I posted a missive to this forum a couple of months back, explaining how a smooth start to the year had been disrupted by a number of unexpected events and occurrences upon which our attention had to be focussed. The most significant of these involved the sad passing of The Girl’s step mother and The Girl’s subsequent taking on of the mantle of sole executor of the estate.

The news on this front is that good progress has been made toward the granting of probate – and that the final stages of the preparation of The Girl’s step mother’s condo for sale are almost complete. It is this part of the process that led recently to our involvement in the setting up and operation of a sizeable garage sale.

The Girl has a very long standing friend who lives in Duncan – part-way between Victoria and Nanaimo. This excellent and most obliging friend volunteers at a charity shop that supports the local hospital auxiliary. A fair quantity of the contents of the condo had already been disposed of by means of this channel, but there were plenty of other items that we considered to have some appreciable value, the which might reasonably be offered for sale.

Thus it was that The Girl and I once again spent a weekend away from home – working hard to try to maximise the return on our endeavours for the benefit of the estate. Our Duncan friend owns a decent sized property with a huge garage and plenty of driveway without. On the Saturday tables were set up and sale items dated, sorted and displayed. This all took around six hours to complete on one of the hottest days of the year to date.

Unfortunately the heat was to be our undoing. The Sunday was, if anything, even hotter than the day before and the expected crowds of early shoppers failed to materialise. As the day grew hotter and hotter so fewer and fewer punters made the effort to drag  themselves around our table-loads of bargains. For us – once we had given up on the recalcitrant masses – we had but to re-sort, re-price and pack up all of the unwanted items, to take their turn at being shipped to the charity shop.

This second six-hour day in the blazing heat left The Girl and I (and our friend) completely exhausted. To make matters worse we barely covered the costs of mounting the extravaganza.

I think it is fair to say that if I never again have to help with the running of a similar enterprise… that would suit me just fine!

 

 

 

 

Early worms

I made reference in a posting further up the year to the (re)discovery – on the part of The Girl and I – of the importance both of exercise and diet as essential weapons in the war that we are obliged these days to wage against the powers of aging… and all that that entails.

I will be writing a post in the not too distant future on this subject which will doubtless be thoughtful, serious and measured – as befits the importance of the subject. For the time being – however – a recent smidgeon of anecdotage…

The year that The Girl and I arrived in Canada – 2015 – we both joined a fitness class advertised as being for those ‘fabulously over fifty!’ Shortly thereafter The Girl decided that it was far too soon to be retired and found herself a job – the which in turn obliged her to locate alternate routes to fitness and health that did not clash with her work schedule.

I remained in the class – and am indeed still a regular now. We are all considerably further north than the original fifty; in some cases by several decades, but we enjoy the class as much for the social elements as for the workouts – and good and enduring friendships have been established between us.

Now that The Girl has retired she sees no reason to be up and out of the house at shortly after 8:00am – particularly not to indulge in physical exercise. On my fitness mornings, therefore, I sneak out as quietly as I can in an attempt to avoid disturbing her. I set an alarm but aim to awaken before it goes off.

These good intentions do not always go to plan – as was the case on Thursday last. On waking I struggled to read my watch with misty morning eyes. I deduced that the alarm had yet to sound… cancelled it, got up, made my coffee, grabbed my gym kit, yoga mat and other accoutrements, tip-toed out of the house and departed as quietly as  possible for Sidney by the Sea.

On arrival in town I headed for the gym – the which is held in an elders’ facility called the Shoal Centre. I was slightly surprised that there was no-one behind the reception desk, but figured that there might be some event occurring of which I was unaware. When I reached the gym door – however – and peeped through I was greatly surprised to find a group of exercisers preparing for their class… none of whom I recognised at all!!

In spite of the fog yet lurking in my brain I was finally able to figure out what had happened. It was, of course, an hour earlier than I had thought and this gym class was an even earlier one that that frequented by us only marginally crazy folks. Who can seriously do exercise at 7:00 in the morning (please don’t feel obliged to respond!).

I slunk back to the car and kept my head down for an hour – until it was finally time for our class.

This getting old thing has been seriously over-sold!

Dude!!

I feel that some sort of explanation is called for with regard to the enigmatic and unexplained offering that was my last posting to these pages.

Fear not – there is a perfectly good explanation – and here it be!

Tech bit coming up… skip ahead if such things send you to sleep!

I started writing ‘The Imperceptible Immigrant’ back in 2012. For those interested in such things the blog is built on WordPress and hosted by a reasonably large North American hosting company. WordPress uses mySQL as its database and much of the coding which it comprises is done in a scripting language called PHP.

Now, all of the components of this system are subject to regular updates – both to add and refine the services offered, but also for security reasons. This latter is most important to prevent undesirables breaking into the systems. The trick to applying updates is to ensure that all of the WordPress components are running on versions that co-exist happily with each other. The timing for all this can be quite difficult.

I have for a while now been receiving warnings that I should upgrade the versions of PHP on my site. I finally did so last week. Unfortunately the theme that I have been using for the site (the template that defines how it looks and feels) has been in use virtually unchanged since the site was built. This upgrade broke it – and ‘The Immigrant’ disappeared in a flurry of error messages.

I was obliged to commence an urgent and time-consuming exercise to find a more modern template and to re-engineer the site – which, in InterWebNet terms, had simply ceased to exist. Even with assistance from some helpful technical support folk it took much of the week to get everything back up and running again.

OK – tech bit over…

The upside (apart from being less likely to break in the future) is that the site now has a spiffing new look and feel. If you get a chance do check it out and let me know what you think. Please do the same – naturally – should anything not be working properly.

Thank you

 

Testing, testing, testing

“I discourage passive skepticism, which is the armchair variety where people sit back and criticize without ever subjecting their theories or themselves to real field testing”.

Tim Ferris