Erin's Journals

Thursday, May 28, 2020

Just a thought… I will defend the importance of bedtime stories to my last gasp. [J. K. Rowling]

First, a postscript to yesterday’s journal: at some readers’ urging, I am making steps to cancel my Visa purchase of those clothes I ordered from China back in January. When I clicked on the tracking number it showed that my order doesn’t exist. So…we’ll see what happens. This may just have been a lesson that I have to pay to learn.

One more thing: for Father’s Day, I ordered Rob eight pairs of his favourite undies from Mark’s. One pair arrived yesterday. Apparently another pair – one pair – is coming today. Is this going to be like Hanukkah? A gift a day? I have no idea. But he laughed when I told him they were half off – and that is not how I want him wearing them.

Rob’s gift to me for Mother’s Day (unexpected, as we don’t usually mark those two days) was a little electronic device that slips into my pillowcase. More on that in a bit….

Do you ever have an idea that just keeps percolating, nudging you to do something about it? I’ve been experiencing that every night. And here’s what it’s about.

I’m a huge fan of the site AtlasObscura.com – it tells stories, bizarre and touching, informative and fascinating, about places in the world. From a taxidermy museum to the tunnels beneath a well-loved city, this site explores (through its readers’ experiences and submissions) spots we would otherwise not know about. It even includes information on locations, admission prices – everything you need to know if you just have to see the world’s biggest ball of gum wrappers or something.

Why am I thinking about AtlasObscura at night? Because that’s when I turn off the light and choose a story from my Calm app to lull me to sleep. From fairy tales to train rides through the countryside, I’m often asleep by the time the “happily ever after” arrives, or it’s time to grab my virtual suitcase and embark on a new adventure.

So I’ve been thinking about how wonderful it would be to narrate some of these stories. Calm is far too big an operation for me to try to join; occasionally auditions come up on the site I subscribe to, with a chance to work with them, but so far I’ve not yet been considered. That’s okay – why not try to start something new?

I reached out to AtlasObscura.com and, while I’m expecting a “thanks, but no thanks” or “we have no budget,” I don’t have my hopes very high. But I had to ask, right?

Now, to my Mother’s Day gift. Rob came up with a neat idea and did a ton of online research (what he does best: find something and then read all the rankings and ratings) and found this:

I slip the little disc speaker inside my pillowcase and under my ear. The speaker comes in a soft blue sort of clam shell (it looks like an ear muff) but it would make too big a lump resting atop my firm enVy Pillow. Without that padded cover I can still feel the hardness of the little disc, but it’s a big improvement over struggling to find the right volume from my bedside speaker so that I can hear the narration and Rob can’t.

(I saw a set of headband speakers online last night that might also be a good option, but one reader noted on Facebook yesterday that she ordered one from China and it never arrived, so….)

So, while I’m still adjusting to using it and some nights it’s a bit more troublesome than simply listening to a speaker on my night stand, I think this is going to be a welcome addition to my sleep sanity/hygiene.

I’ll be back with you here tomorrow – have a great day and sweet dreams tonight!

Rob WhiteheadThursday, May 28, 2020
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Wednesday, May 27, 2020

Just a thought… The tipping point is that magic moment when an idea, trend, or social behavior crosses a threshold, tips, and spreads like wildfire. Just as a single sick person can start an epidemic of the flu, so too can a small but precisely targeted push cause a fashion trend, the popularity of a new product, or a drop in the crime rate. [Goodreads.com on Malcolm Gladwell’s 2002 bestseller The Tipping Point

First, a confession: I have never been an avid shopper. I’m not one of those who finds satisfaction in “retail therapy” or consider shopping to be my cardio, but I don’t judge people who do. It’s just that I never had the urge to traipse around a mall and rifle through racks for hours on end; maybe once or twice a year I go into a store, pick a small mountain of clothes, and – heaving a sigh – start seeing what fits and whose sizing is accurate for my body.

Honestly, most of the stuff in my closet is more than five years old, a holdover from a life when I had a daily job and places to go and be seen. Now it’s jeans or my well-worn Roots yoga pants (so old they don’t even make mine anymore and it could well be nearly two decades since I bought them), a windbreaker, a t-shirt or maybe a hoodie. That’s my jam, even though I can’t quite bring myself to part with the clothes that accompanied the busy life I used to enjoy. One day, one day.

With one notable exception you’ll read about, I have only ever shopped online for clothing when I had an item and wanted another exactly the same. If, for example, The Bay was having a bra sale and I could still read the label on the one I’d worn out, I’d order a replacement. If I found some other item that had weathered the washer/dryer or held up particularly well and fit me the way I wanted, I’d try to find another like it. But, as in the case of those flared, durable Roots yoga pants, more often than not, the manufacturer had moved on even if I had not.

I haven’t had much success with trying to choose something new online. Last winter while in California, I clicked through on an ad that I saw on Facebook or Instagram and found some tops that looked like me, so I ordered them. Then COVID-19 hit and whatever shipment my linen tops was in didn’t move. I followed up a few months later and it was still “in transit.”

Now we’re not at that house and couldn’t find anyone stateside to take the delivery, so we’re hoping that if it ever does arrive (and frankly I’m tired of asking), someone honest sees our package and tosses it into our yard or puts it inside the house. We have a lady checking on the place from time to time, so we can only hope.

But I’m thinking that money is just plain gone. Lesson learned. Not everything comes in a matter of days; I may have overlooked the delivery date promised when I purchased, or it just wasn’t there. Amazon has spoiled us, for sure.

Shopping online can be a tricky prospect, but it can also be extremely efficient and rewarding, as you undoubtedly know. So today, a few other lessons I’ve learned that perhaps you also share.

The aforementioned Amazon has its act together. In every way, they have met their promise of performance, even if the delivery has not been as speedy as that on which they built their business. We get it: people have bigger needs than whatever internet-boosting doo-hickey Rob has ordered to help us with our podcast technology. And we’re patient. I mean, all we have is time right now.

Costco? Not so much. When we got home from California, we self-quarantined (and continue to do so, 95% of the time) and decided to try their online shopping because we couldn’t find anyone else who’d deliver. We took care to order enough items to qualify for free shipping.

Instead of one shipment, we got one or two things in each drop-off, (a card of AA batteries came from Calgary, while a pack of AAAs was sent to us from Whitby), which cannot be efficient for the Costco business model, no matter how convenient or inconvenient for the at-home shopper.

Their business is built on warehouse shopping and people are meant to go there in person, I get that. But what we didn’t get was…about one-third of our order, even though we were told our transaction had been completed successfully and the stuff was on its way. Rob followed up with the courier company and then Costco; the remainder of our supplies (most of which we’ve already replenished in person at our local grocery store) are reportedly still on their way…sometime. It doesn’t really matter to us; as I say, we’ve learned a great lesson in patience.

(Incidentally, because Rob didn’t get into Costco last week, as mentioned yesterday, we’ve placed another large order, even though the last one hasn’t been completed yet.) 

Other stores are doing what they can to keep up. Obviously they don’t have trillionaire Jeff Bezos behind them like Amazon does, and can’t always supply free shipping, something we’ve come to enjoy and, in some cases, even expect. Just mailing a very small package to Ontario this week cost $20; how can we expect something we order online to be sent for free? How does that even fit into a company’s business model if they’re going to stay afloat, when they have to compete against a behemoth like Amazon?

This pandemic has changed a lot of things (thanks, Captain Obvious!) but one of biggest has to be shopping. Sure, people frequently shopped online before 2020, but I’m guessing that the numbers have hugely increased, to the detriment of the brick-and-mortar outlets and the smaller independent merchants. People like those who run clothing boutiques. Small book stores. Restaurateurs who cannot afford to be gouged by outside delivery companies.

I have to believe that those relatively few people who still harboured fears about security issues have finally leapt into the breach and tried online shopping. Many will find it to be safe and comfortable and may prefer to continue to make many of their purchases this way going forward. It’s the perfect storm, really: online security has reached what I would hope are the highest standards yet, while people who were until now trepidatious about trying it are taking a leap of faith.

They’ve discovered that the most tiring part of online shopping is getting off the couch to get their credit card (unless, of course, that number is readily available when they check out, as is often the case). There’s no fighting for a parking spot, getting into a store with a wheelchair, no battling traffic, the elements and crowds. For some, this will be a real eye-opener.

What will happen beyond the pandemic, I wonder? More stores closed up, their windows papered over, with the people who put their dreams and their lives into those shops left to pick up the pieces and salvage whatever they can of their savings? Will this be a shift that is never reversed, or a temporary blip, as people, who enjoy the shopping experience, the picking out, putting back, trying on and girls’ and guys’ day out, return to their regular hunting grounds?

There are a great messages out there reminding and imploring us to “Shop Canadian” and “Shop Local” when this is all over. I am going to do my best to continue to do just that, eschewing the huge online conglomerates and trying to help out the mom-and-pop stores who have always been there for us – that is, the ones who survive this seismic shift, this tipping point.

But I wonder: how many others are going to do the same? For retailers of all shapes and sizes, is this the end of the beginning, or the beginning of the end?

Rob WhiteheadWednesday, May 27, 2020
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Tuesday, May 26, 2020

Just a thought… Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck. [Dalai Lama]

I hope your week is going well; we’re seeing humidex readings projected to be in the upper thirties this week for Southern Ontario and I heard from a reader in Newfoundland who says they’re getting 21C and enjoying every minute of it. Here on the opposite end of the country, it’s been rainy and in the teens. Let’s just say that when every day is an iffy hair day, a little water from the sky doesn’t make much of a difference.

Molly dons her raincoat for our outings; she still seems to be missing the warmth of her coat when we’re keeping our house in the upper teens temperature-wise (Mommy’s working out, plus those “power surges” that nature is inflicting on her). But it takes me to our grooming outing last Friday and a couple of hairy incidents, if you will.

Rob used an early call time to the groomer’s as an excuse to make a long-awaited trip to Costco. But that ended up being a bust: when he saw the long lineup outside at 9:45 am he just kept on driving. Like so many of us, h­e’s not comfortable out with other people right now, even though he – and every other Costco shopper except the odd one who equates “freedom” with not following protocol or has a legitimate reason not to wear one – has and wears a mask.

But there’s the other Rob-rub: he loves to meander when he goes to Costco, and I don’t think he’s alone. Does anyone ever come out with exactly the five things that were on his or her list? Knowing that people would be waiting to get in meant he wouldn’t feel comfortable taking his time. So, even though we had a couple of items from friends’ wish lists, he decided not to bother. I don’t blame him (and neither did our friends).

As for when is the best time to visit Costco, well, that’s a mystery. One of the aforementioned friends said that her pal in Ontario went to the store early, trying to beat the expected lineup. She managed to be among the first in the store, but they had to queue up starting at 7:15 to wait for the doors to open nearly three hours later. I can’t think of one thing I need badly enough to line up that long in the cold (which we’re told it was). I guess that makes us lucky that we don’t need to hunt the bargains as diligently as others do.

After picking up Molly together, I was so thrilled to be out for a car ride (resisting the temptation to stick my head out the window) that we went into Sidney and did a slow drive-by at our own hair salon. As we peered in the window, we saw our stylist. I jumped out of the car and waved at her (yes, it was like I was on a day pass) and she came out. We resisted the urge to hug, but made appointments for late in June.

As we chatted, Jude commented on how well we looked and remarked that I have lost a lot of weight. While I haven’t lost a lot, I have taken up getting 10-12,000 steps a day via the exercise bike (with my Fitbit tucked in my sock) and walks around the neighbourhood. I was in the process of starting up a serious dietary regimen to get into a special dress for the Broadcasting Hall of Fame induction, but of course that was derailed.

However, always looking for a project these days, I upped my activity instead. My weekly Fitbit progress email is something I anticipate with an excitement that is akin only to watching for a letter saying we’re getting a tax refund (which we are not). But, look, it’s something to look forward to, right? And that’s something I think we’re all searching for these days.

I know of at least two people close to me who’ve lost over 20 pounds during the pandemic, using it as an excuse to cook healthily at home and resist the drive-thru temptations. For many of us, boredom eating in the evenings is our biggest downfall, but not for these two. So you see, there’s hope for us all.

Besides, I think my longish hair is what led Jude to make that comment. After all, which of these two beauties looks thinner?

 

 

 

 

 

Yep. I thought so.

A few more shopping thoughts tomorrow – and I’ll be interested in reading your perspective. Take good care. Stay cool, stay safe, stay sane.

Rob WhiteheadTuesday, May 26, 2020
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Monday, May 25. 2020

Just a thought… We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us. [Joseph Campbell]

Well, I hope that you enjoyed the weekend. For journal visitors here from Southern Ontario I know there was a lot of gardening, walking and mostly responsible outdoor activity going on. I did see the disappointing pictures from Trinity Bellwoods Park.

As many people posted their anger on social media, there were responses disputing the need for social distancing. I’m not even entering that debate; I foresee a time when we’ll get deeper into the “I’m right, you’re wrong” fray. Not today, Twitter, Insta, FB etc.. Not today.

Here on Vancouver Island (not in the city of Vancouver but on the island, just north of BC’s capital of Victoria) it was a bit chilly and unsettled with temperatures in the teens – cool enough to make our newly-groomed Molly Malone shiver, even in the house. So we put a little shirt on her.

Yes, our visit to a new groomer paid off handsomely. She’s clean and trimmed and we are so grateful!

Speaking of grateful, we heard from some folks in other parts of Canada who saw in the news that a tornado touched down in our area last week. The EF0 tornado (the lowest on the scale) packed winds of between 90-130 km and plucked a trampoline from its yard and sent it flying. Fortunately, no one was injured.

The storm hit Saanich, near where my aunt and uncle live and about 20 km from us; while my relatives experienced hail, we had nothing to speak of, luckily. (The tall metal heron on our deck didn’t even quiver and that’s usually our warning to bring it inside before it topples.)

So, here in North Saanich, it was just a breezy, damp, grey day. But let me tell you what a rarity that weather event was: a tornado hasn’t struck lower Vancouver Island since 1966!

Oh, and this makes us lucky too: our daughter-in-law in Ottawa sent a photo of a little summer outfit that she ordered for baby Jane. A little wink to us – the grandbananas – and we love it.

It truly is the little things that make our hearts soar instead of sore these days. Seeing Colin in his newly-ordered cloth mask, watching video of him making her squeal with laughter by dancing for and playing with her. Staying “in the moment” with thoughts of things that make us happy instead of wondering when we can see, hug and hold our loved ones again. Because regardless of how many people gather in parks or garage parties wherever you are, we’re just not ready yet.

Most of our lives are about how we react to what is happening to us. Our thoughts are our own and we are in control of them, and so little else. All we can do it wait. And wait we will.

Back with you here tomorrow.

Rob WhiteheadMonday, May 25. 2020
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Friday, May 22, 2020

Just a thought… It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important. [Sir Arthur Conan Doyle]

It’s haircut day! No, not for me; my in-house stylist took his beard trimmer to my bangs several weeks ago and it seems to be holding up while I wait for the line at my salon here in Sidney to stop ringing busy. I can wait. I won’t even go for highlights; “Just a cut ma’am.” I’ll bide my time but, honestly, once I get in the chair I may tell Jude just to cut it all off. Thankfully, like most good stylists, she’s also a pretty good judge of what I shouldn’t do.

While I wait – something we’ve all gotten good at – at long last, Molly is getting groomed. We had an appointment for last week with a mobile unit; seemed to be the perfect work-around while COVID-19 worries abound. Then we heard from the woman running the business that things were so slow, she wasn’t going to be able to make it. I responded that I didn’t quite get it, but we’d look elsewhere. What else can we do, right? I respect anyone’s reasons for not wanting to do something these days.

Our usual groomer (we find Petsmart in Victoria to be reliable and easy to book online) wasn’t open for business, so I got a recommendation from my aunt. And wonder of wonders, we made an appointment for today at a spot much closer to home. I do love to support local businesses – especially these days.

The biggest problem has been Molly’s nails. The last time she went to be trimmed was more months ago than we can count, and her nails are now so long that she’s having trouble getting a grip on our hardwood floors. Like a party girl in stilettos on a slick tile floor, her feet are sliding out from under her. She’s fine on carpet, our bed, couch, and so on, but at her senior age, we don’t like our Bambi-on-ice risking pulling anything except our heartstrings.

So here’s the before picture, which I took the other day while she was sleeping. This is fairly new for us, her having her tongue out. She’s not missing teeth, she has just started to do this. Some dogs do it their entire lives. We think it’s adorable and probably just comes with age. That, or she’s expressing what she thinks of us being around 24/7.

Which reminds me of a question someone posted online. When everyone goes back to work, will dogs wonder if they’ve done something wrong? Hmmmm….

We’ll post an “after” shot for you here on Monday. Goodness, our girl needs some attention.

Okay – I promised you a video today. If you’re like me, friends send you memes and movies that have touched them during the pandemic. To me, this is just about perfect: it’s a familiar and popular song (Billy Joel’s “The Longest Time”) with the lyrics reworked ever so slightly. And it’s done by the Phoenix Chamber Choir out of Vancouver. From Burnabynow.com: “Singers (choir members and alumni) recorded their individual parts at home in their own spaces, accompanied by a ‘click track,’ and then sent in the videos for editing and compilation.”

Here you go – the finished product – which I promise will lighten your heart for today. Thank you for sharing a bit of your week with me and I’ll be back with you here on Monday.

Rob WhiteheadFriday, May 22, 2020
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