Snow, Spa and A TV Craters

The day began at a mild –1°C, the chinook winds having worked their magic overnight. After our coffees and showers, we jumped into the day. I posted the three paper vases as a Giving Tuesday freebie for my followers, then helped S with his haircut before loading up the items I needed to take to town.

If Chomp chomp eats, maybe Renn will too

A quick little storm rolled in around 11:30, dumping bursts of snow for the next few hours, but it didn’t stop us from enjoying our chicken sandwiches for lunch.

I started uploading photos—yes, for the third time—to order prints, but had to cut it short and race to town for my 1:30 dermabrasion facial. Naturally, I hit every red light and slid in with one minute to spare. It was a lovely, relaxing hour. Afterward, I dropped the huge box of vases and planters at the flower shop next door, and the owner kindly gifted me a bouquet.

The errands continued: dropping mail (including yet another Nespresso pack), returning items at Purolator, picking up Cooper along with jars and tins I left on her step to give away, delivering a box to the “take it or leave it,” donating a large bag to the thrift shop, grabbing a few groceries, and dropping off the food bank bag — all before heading home.

S had spent the afternoon wrestling with the surround-sound issues. Still no real explanation why the new Shaw box refuses to plug and play properly but has a few ideas to fix. His next project was sorting the hundreds of lightbulbs we inexplicably own. If anyone needs a bulb… call Sheldon.

I trimmed my pretty gifted flowers and uploaded the 140 photos once again, finally getting the order submitted — only to realize I forgot the ones I need for Christmas cards. Of course.

The accent chair I reglued was posted as another Giving Tuesday project. If interested in it the buyer pays $25 and I will donate $100 to the Canadian Cancer Society.

Supper was instant-pot prime ribs with potatoes and a salad. The Flames were playing early, so while the game was on we used the food sealer to package all the Costco chicken pieces. And then — because this is our life — the TV suddenly shut off and refused to turn back on. Absolutely dead. Naturally this happens the day after I returned the other two TVs saying everything was fine. Unreal.

Bluey family tub fun

B came out for a quick feed and zipped home with Cooper. After a brutal Flames loss, we retreated to the bedroom, finished season two of Mr. Mercedes, and started season three — but after one episode, we’re pretty sure we’re done with that season.

Time to call it a night.