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December, 2010

  1. Marzipan From Germany

    December 31, 2010 by Gail

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    I arrived from Vancouver late Tuesday, greeted by a package from Iris in Hamburg filled with treats. My love affair with marzipan and chocolate is well-documented at Christmas and throughout the year. Marzipan usually doesn’t last long at the House of Fielding; there is a real lack of self-control when it comes to individually-wrapped chocolate. You would think otherwise, but rationing by tinfoil just doesn’t work!

    It’s the last day of 2010, and I have one more roadtrip in the gas tank before ringing in 2011. This is Trip #14 for 2010. As per usual, the details are in the ‘Where’ page and I hope this weekend my photo-mojo comes back!

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  2. Vancouver Through The Lens

    December 30, 2010 by Gail

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    Thanks to pneumonia and the side-effects of antibiotics, I took a record low number of photos on this recent trip to Vancouver. Although the medications helped my lungs and bronchial passages, what I didn’t expect was how much it demotivated me to take photos or even propel myself out of my sick chair. I was like a sack of potatoes — a sad sack of Yukon Golds — gasping for breath and waiting for a mash. I didn’t know what to do with myself, the camera felt like it weighed a ton (it does, but that didn’t stop me before) and even picking it up seemed like a chore.

    I never thought I’d say those words! Clearly, I was unwell! It is the strangest feeling to be trapped inside a body that won’t cooperate, to fight for enough breath to say just one sentence and have it come out so weakly that I needed to repeat myself. The medications worked well enough that I was fooled into thinking I was myself, but after a couple of days I could’ve sworn I was someone else — someone with only vague thoughts of photography. Was it the illness or the antibiotics talking?

    It’s time to post some photos, even if just to prove to myself that I didn’t lug all my equipment to Vancouver for nothing. The photo above was taken at Mt. Seymour in North Vancouver, which is a Christmas sledding tradition for the kids if the weather cooperates and dumps enough snow, which it did — in spades. My father took the twins swimming by request (they didn’t want to go sledding), and the three older Ms went up the mountain with the three of us. It was one of those instances of “be careful what you wish for” because we didn’t see a speck of snow until we reached the top of the mountain, and when we arrived up there, it was whiteout conditions.

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    Maddy created some one-of-a-kind bracelets, manufactured in her little bracelet factory, and I showed her how to display her product line:

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    The big hit, present-wise, was Melissa’s remote control helicopter:

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    All the kids wanted a crack at it, and I was surprised it lasted more than a day considering all the delicate moving parts. One too many crashes took its toll on Day 2, which was immensely disappointing for Melissa but there were other things to play with, such as the newly-gifted Wii and Wii Sports for the family. Oh, the fights that ensued…

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    Finally, a photo of my father, who will be 74 years old this spring.

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    Decided to upload a smilier picture of him, since he’s more like this:

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  3. Skytrain To Christmas

    December 25, 2010 by Gail

    Day 2 antibiotics kicked into high gear during my flight and I’m feeling better by the hour. I can even feel my breathing change and I can use the inhaler without coughing and interrupting it. It’s happening exactly how and when the doctor said it would.

    I am so, so relieved to be feeling more like a human being again. Yesterday taking a shower wiped me out and I could only walk slowly. Forget stairs. But today I got myself to the Skytrain station and I feel well enough to eat my brother’s Christmas lunch, where I will be in about 15 minutes to surprise the kids.

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  4. The Bad News And The Good News

    December 24, 2010 by Gail

    First the bad news: it’s official — I have pneumonia.

    Yesterday I was at work for two hours until the x-ray clinic opened and they faxed the results to the doctor. While I was waiting to hear from the doctor, I filled the inhaler prescription and used my company’s extended medical card for the first time. Wow, am I ever thankful I have full benefits (although I’m a part-timer), it covers medications 100% after an annual $25 deductible. That inhaler costs well over $100! The antibiotics are nearly as much.

    I got all the way home and back to bed when the clinic called to say that I had to go all the way back to see the doctor because the chest x-rays revealed pneumonia. So I got changed and dragged my sorry self downtown again to see him. It was a different doctor and he examined me again to determine what antibiotics to prescribe. I filled the prescription and headed home to bed again.

    Now, the good news: I’m cleared to fly. I asked both doctors the same question and flying is permitted, but I should wear a face mask. I bought some yesterday when I picked up the antibiotics. I’m not excited about the face mask, I find it uncomfortable and I may look for a different one, but it’s necessary.

    I’m just happy my Christmas isn’t ruined, I can see my family and some friends, and I’ll be looked after!

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  5. I Am Very Sick

    December 22, 2010 by Gail

    Apart from the six-hour drive back to Toronto and working Tuesday and today, I’ve been bedridden since Saturday night. I haven’t touched my home computer at all and I’m typing this on my iPod Touch under layers of blankets.

    My condition has not improved in four days and I was getting desperate for some relief. My friend Helma, who I stayed with for the weekend, started getting sick soon after I did. While I was driving home on Monday she landed in the ER with a fever of 39C/102F and the beginnings of pneumonia! They gave her antibiotics intravenously and she was eventually able to go home.

    I’ve been thinking about that since yesterday and decided to leave work early and go to a walk-in clinic in the Financial District. The nurse gave me a temperature reading of 39C/102F, same as Helma! No wonder I feel so awful! I’ve been feverish for days.

    The doctor has ordered a chest x-ray to check for pneumonia and will issue an inhaler to deal with the inflammation. I can’t wait for some relief: I haven’t been able to keep any food down since Saturday and (sorry about the visuals) everything I’d eaten before the return journey came back up… all over me. Needless to say, the drive home was miserable. I’m not looking forward to cleaning up the car, it’s disgusting.

    The other reason I’m anxious to deal with this is because I’m flying on Friday. The only other time I’ve flown on Christmas Eve was three years ago and I swore I wouldn’t do it again because it is too busy. But I have no vacation days left and I want to surprise my nieces and nephew by showing up on Christmas morning. But I don’t want to show up sick and incapacitated! Nor do I want to be on a full airplane for almost five hours feeling like this.

    Typing this post has wiped me out. Here’s hoping tomorrow has good results, or at least a diagnosis that can be dealt with easily (antibiotics).

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  6. Pennsylvania: Five Years Later

    December 18, 2010 by Gail

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    It’s been five years since the day I said goodbye to David, so I commemorated the date by hitting the road to visit with people close to him and remember him in all the good ways.

    I drove back to Pennsylvania last night with the faint hope that I could do it all in one shot. I was feeling very ragged and a little uncertain about how the car would perform this time in the bitter cold, a month out from the repairs. It is one thing to break down in the summertime, it’s another matter entirely to wait for roadside assistance in the middle of the night along a toll highway in winter. That’s when I realized I’d forgotten to replace my automobile association membership card. Uh oh — is that tempting fate?

    But the trip was thankfully uneventful, extended from six to eleven hours because I stopped to sleep through a snow squall and ended up staying there for five hours. I woke up at 2am, saw snowplows, and went back to sleep until nearly 4:30am. Once I left that service plaza, there wasn’t a bit of snow to be found and it was relatively smooth sailing.

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    Needless to say, I had a lot of time to analyze my thoughts about the past five years and take crappy cameraphone pictures of the pink dawn while driving south. I brought my DSLR, but have barely had time to use it.

    In some ways five years ago feels like yesterday, in other ways the person I had been is very distant from my recollection. It’s probably my mind’s way of dealing with the stress from five years ago. We’d been married barely two and a half months. The unfairness of it all was unbearable, and I was inconsolable. When USCIS sent the letter to my immigration lawyer telling me I was now an illegal alien and threatened to deport me if I did not leave by early March, I thought life couldn’t get any worse… but it did, with more setbacks than I could imagine. But it also got better, after failed attempts at therapy and lots of self-therapy.

    To complicate things further, people in Toronto didn’t know David and I resented that my Toronto life didn’t resemble my former life in Pennsylvania. It was a tough slog.

    Fast forward to today. I spent time with people David cared about and who cared for him. We talked about him for a long time. I can’t do this in Toronto; I have to travel to Pennsylvania to do it. Gradually I began to feel like an infection had invaded my lungs and throat. Blech. Now I have flu-like symptoms, and I’m dreading the drive back to Toronto.

    But today was about David, and he would be pleased if he knew what I’d accomplished on this little weekend road trip — who I saw and how things went. And now I can sleep, and hopefully feel better by morning.

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  7. How To Wrap A Cat For Christmas

    December 17, 2010 by Gail

    Posting content from the internet is hardly posting, I know. But I was thinking about Hugh yesterday, and this video I made five years ago (below), and somehow it led me to this one (above). Hugh would never have let me wrap him like this!

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  8. If Web Browsers Were Celebrities

    December 16, 2010 by Gail

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  9. Why Faucets Require Hands

    December 15, 2010 by Gail

    Because the paw-bearing critters won’t shut them off when they’re done, especially this old guy. Drinking water from the tap is only allowed under strict supervision!

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    See? Beano just watches the water run. He probably thinks it’s his personal fountain that someone has the nerve to shut off.

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    This is Xena, the Acting Water Supervisor. Or, The Cat Who Does Not Drink From The Sink:

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    This is what she thinks of Beano’s excessive water consumption.

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    While the cats are at play, The Human is hard at work, slaving away day and night over a hot computer. The Human is T-I-R-E-D, but someone’s got to bring home the vittles.

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  10. Tipping In Canada vs. USA

    December 14, 2010 by Gail

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    I receive a monthly newsletter from a corporate travel agency, and this piece in the December edition caught my eye. I found it amusing that the Canadian section is quite brief, while the American section is much longer and very specific. Granted, this is a corporate rather than consumer focus, so the tips are for business people on company money. (I don’t know why the Canadian part left out suggestions for taxis and such. They probably assume that Canadians know how to tip in Canada, but then why have a Canadian section at all?)

    Here’s the copy-and-paste from the newsletter:

    Tipping Guidelines When Travelling

    For business travellers, tipping can be confusing. How much is not enough? How much is too much?

    A golden rule: Reward good service and don’t feel pressured into rewarding bad service. And remember that a dollar or two might not be a big deal to you, but to your server or maid, it could really make a difference to their family.

    How To Tip.

    Canada

    At hotels, a suitable tip for the valet is $5; bellmen, $1-2 per bag; maids, $1-2 per day. If you’re ordering room service, find out if a tip is included in the cost of the room service. If it is, you don’t need to tip, but if not, then 15 per cent is an acceptable amount. It’s not necessary to tip the concierge, but if you’re happy with the service then a small amount at the end of your stay is welcome.

    United States

    In the U.S., tipping rates are slightly higher than in Canada – 20 per cent at sit-down restaurants (25 per cent for bigger groups), 20 per cent on large bar tabs, $1 per drink or $2 if your drink is one of those $15 martinis. At Starbucks or a cashier-service restaurant: $1 or pocket change in the tip jar on the counter. At takeout restaurants, gift the hostess between $2 and $5. A good rule for cabs is $2 for a $5-ride; $3 for a $10-ride; and 20 per cent for everything else. You get extra points for tipping cash when you pay by credit card. At hotels, tip the valet $2-$5; bellmen, $5 for a bag or two and more than $10 if he’s carrying an entire cart of your luggage. The maids should get $5-$10 a night (depending on how expensive your hotel is). For hotel room service: 15-20 per cent of the bill. Don’t forget the concierge – $5 for information; $10 for scoring you reservations or arrangements of any kind.

    Why the difference?

    The simple answer is that our service sector wages are generally higher, or to put it another way, the American minimum wage is lower, depending on how you view the comparison. In Canada we pay more and tip less, in the USA they pay less and tip more. The lower minimum wage in the USA has bred a tipping culture that either makes us look stingy when we’re down in the States or makes the Americans look generous up here. Where you grew up shapes your expectations of service and what you’re willing to pay for it.

    As for me, I am a DIY, self-serve kind of consumer. It’s a major reason why you won’t find me on a cruise ship. I rarely stay in hotels. I’d cut my own hair if I could. I’ll take transit or walk before I’ll hail a cab. I book my own travel, carry my own bags, fuel my own car, and prefer not to have service or be forced to pay for it if I don’t want it. If every restaurant was self-serve, like eating at IKEA or Panera Bread, I’d be happy. I don’t like being served because it makes me feel lazy, and I prefer not to have my conversations interrupted. Tipping is something I’m resigned to doing at restaurants, but I will tip in any service situation when I feel it’s been earned (hairdresser, taxi, etc.).

    That said, I know there are lots of people who enjoy being served, whether it’s fine dining or a regular restaurant meal. And sure, maybe if I’m a wobbly senior citizen I would be pleased to have someone help me versus the likelihood of dropping my food. At any rate, if I were a higher-maintenance person, I’d be pro-service environment and should tip accordingly.

    I’m all for service providers working extra hard for tips (I’m grateful when wedding clients tip me for going above and beyond the call of duty), but I think people should be obliged to tip only when it’s warranted. This is where it gets complicated…

    There is the touchy subject of illegal workers in the U.S. who the government refuses to acknowledge until they have to — immigration law reform, anyone? always an issue when the economy is in decline — but turn a blind eye to because it gives them a “free” labour force. Sure, the workers don’t pay taxes but the risks are high: these people have no protection from exploitation or abuse. There are no statistics on them because they’re not supposed to be working, yet they do, because they work for people who get away with not paying them properly and work for tips to survive.

    It gets even more complicated because the perception of many Americans is that these illegal workers are taking jobs away from the citizenship-holding public. I’ve heard this in other countries, too, and it couldn’t be further from the truth.

    But back to tipping… it’s very arbitrarily-applied, anyway — does anyone tip their mechanic? Or the librarian? Or the butcher? Or the ice cream vendor?

    Do we really need that much service, anyway? Couldn’t we pay people more for the service that’s provided (i.e., better base wages) than make them rely on tips? We don’t need a tipping culture to receive good service — much of Europe, Australia, and New Zealand doesn’t tip and there’s plenty of good service. Mind you, people will argue that’s not the case…

    There is the argument that we put people out of work if we cut back on service. States such as Oregon and New Jersey only have full-service gas stations (though they state safety rather than employment reasons), where the rest of the USA and all of Canada have both self- and full-serve, although full-service stations are becoming extinct outside of NJ and OR. But we don’t NEED full-service stations, so why am I forced to use them, NJ and OR? The pay-at-the-pump options have reduced drive-offs. I’m sure we can create better jobs for people — let’s work on that, instead!

    Are you a big tipper? Do you subscribe to the guidelines in the article above? Do you stick to suggested percentages or make your own? Do you tip even when your service was mediocre?

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