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July 7th, 2009

  1. Canadian Tired

    July 7, 2009 by Gail

    How many people does it take to change a windscreen wiper? Apparently three if it’s in the dark.

    For months now I’ve been meaning to replace my wipers with a set of decent ones and tonight I finally got myself to Canadian Tire, hence the cameraphone pic. I bought a cheap set last time and I won’t be doing that again, because they simply don’t last and perform crappily. Out in the parking lot, I managed to wrest one old blade off from the passenger’s side but completely struggled with the driver’s side blade. It was getting dark and Canadian Tire had already closed at 9pm, so I went over to Maria’s to see if she needed to borrow the car the next day and possibly recruit Thomas to help me get the old blade off.

    I bought this same set of blades two years ago and installed them myself, but I don’t remember it being this complicated–?!? Part of the problem is that the illustration the manufacturer provides is TINY and I have no idea how anyone can follow the diagram.

    By now it was definitely nightfall-dark, but I figured we’d be done in no time. Um, no… then Anas came out and tried to help. All my flashlight batteries were dead, so I contributed what light I could from my mobile phone screen. In the end, I had to dig out the tools from the back of the car and Thomas used a screwdriver to break the old blade to replace it. Then Anas eventually figured out how the adapter attached to the new blade.

    The three of us standing in the street felt rather useless and a little sheepish for spending more time than this simple task warranted, but at least… at least… I didn’t lock the keys in the car!


  2. The Annual Torture

    July 7, 2009 by Gail

    I took the Old Bean to the vet for his vaccinations today, which made him terribly unhappy but surprisingly less vocal than our last trip. However, he did show his displeasure by taking a dump in the carrier after leaving the vet, the scent intensity necessitating all four windows stay down for the duration of the trip home.

    The little charmer has a vet who adores him to pieces, but when she went to jab him he hissed at her — a first! The Old Bean must be getting a little crotchety.

    I bought him some special kibbles to prevent his tartar problem from worsening, and the mere smell of them make him crazy (nearly tuna-crazy, that’s how crazy). I hope this’ll keep him away from the dentist!