Hello again, dear reader. As I sit here by the dying fire, I contemplate. I muse. I react in words to the thoughts in my head. And so, this article could be a real potpourri of words, thoughts and ideas. Bear with me, dear reader. For tonight I have a story to tell, and it is my desire that you come along on this ride.
Before I get too deep into this thing, I should warn you. This could end at any time tonight. Oh, it will be continued, but tonights writing could be short. You see, dear reader, I am tired. Very tired. Not that I have been working hard...no, nothing could be farther from the truth. I am actually very relaxed. Almost like a puddle am I. After all, I am camping. My body is sore for some reason, but...I am camping.
Do you like camping, dear reader? I do. This year is the first year we have not 'tented'. My brother-in-law graciously allowed us to use his 5th wheel, and let me tell you, it is awesome! We never really knew what we were missing because we have never been in anything but a tent. And now, both my wife and I don't really want to go back to a tent. Sleeping off the ground, staying dry, having a fridge...these are all creature comforts that did not take us very long to get used to. I think it was after the first night that we were in 'lots of like' with a holiday trailer.
And so, here I sit, dear reader. The fire is almost done, and I will not put on more wood. No, for I too am almost done. My rye 'n' DP is pretty much empty, my eyelids are heavy, and without the heat from the fire it is freakin' cold. Yup, almost time to crawl into my nice warm bed.
But there is one more question that needs to be answered, dear reader. And that question is this: do I continue this article, or do I start a new one tomorrow? I suspect that you and I feel the same way about this. Given my penchant (or lack thereof) for writing lately, I am better off ending this article (after completely reneging on the promised mis-mash of words, thoughts and ideas). But maybe this simple article will spur me on to write (where have I heard that before?). Just maybe I will continue in a new article tomorrow. Just maybe a warm fire will give me motivation. But right now, a dead fire and an empty glass turns my gaze to my bed. I will leave you with a glimpse of what was my roaring fire...now in it's death throes. Hopefully my picture turns out.
Good night, dear reader. And thanks for coming back.
FF
PS: This was posted to this site by using my phone as a WIFI hotspot. I love technology.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
So long...and thanks for all the Joomla
Hello dear reader
Alas the time has come. I must bid you all a fond farewell from this Joomla site. Most of you have probably noticed that I have written very little over the past little (ok, long) while. I really thought my creativity and desire was coming back, but it isn't. I just can't do it anymore. Honestly, dear reader...I am bored with the site. I used to have a purpose for writing, for creating the site...now I can't write to save my life and the site has gone stagnant. And so, Joomla and I bid you au revoir.
But......but wait. Don't frown. Don't fret. Don't freak.
Yes, dear reader...there is a 'but'. And along with that 'but', did you notice the wording of the aforementioned farewell? How many of you savvy readers caught it? (The real question should be 'how many of you care', but I don't want to go there.) No, dear reader, I am not leaving. I am not quitting. As a matter of fact, I am hoping to move http://fifafan.ca into a whole new realm of creativity. I am hoping that by throwing myself a curveball, I will get excited about writing again, stoked to create. How do I plan on doing this, you ask? Let me explain.
I have to give a shout out to my friend Lance. He and I were talking at work, and he threw out the idea of website creation. He also mentioned WordPress, and how much it has changed and evolved. And so, I looked into it. I did a quick install to my http://leffers.ca website and did a wee bit of poking around. And you know, dear reader...I could get into this whole WordPress thing. It is a brand new learning curve for me, but it seems that it will open up more doors for me. I will be forced to redesign...and that will force me to write. So, thank you Lance...I really do appreciate it.
So, what becomes of all the work I've done with fifafan.ca then? Well, as of right now, I am planning on keeping the content roughly the same. I will slowly transfer all my articles over, and along with that, I will also transfer the Cancer Blog over. How that will all look is still a mystery. When it will all happen is also undecided. But it will happen. I will also have my photo albums. This is all where the creativity comes in. We'll just have to see.
At some point in the near future, this site as you know it will go offline. It needs to go away so that I can implement the new fifafan.ca. So let this be notice to you, dear reader. Some day soon, the site will be gone. But it will be back...bigger and better. As I go through the planning stages, I will try update with short snippets here and there. So check back often. The work is starting. And I am excited about it.
Until next time, so long and thanks for all the Joomla.
FF
Alas the time has come. I must bid you all a fond farewell from this Joomla site. Most of you have probably noticed that I have written very little over the past little (ok, long) while. I really thought my creativity and desire was coming back, but it isn't. I just can't do it anymore. Honestly, dear reader...I am bored with the site. I used to have a purpose for writing, for creating the site...now I can't write to save my life and the site has gone stagnant. And so, Joomla and I bid you au revoir.
But......but wait. Don't frown. Don't fret. Don't freak.
Yes, dear reader...there is a 'but'. And along with that 'but', did you notice the wording of the aforementioned farewell? How many of you savvy readers caught it? (The real question should be 'how many of you care', but I don't want to go there.) No, dear reader, I am not leaving. I am not quitting. As a matter of fact, I am hoping to move http://fifafan.ca into a whole new realm of creativity. I am hoping that by throwing myself a curveball, I will get excited about writing again, stoked to create. How do I plan on doing this, you ask? Let me explain.
I have to give a shout out to my friend Lance. He and I were talking at work, and he threw out the idea of website creation. He also mentioned WordPress, and how much it has changed and evolved. And so, I looked into it. I did a quick install to my http://leffers.ca website and did a wee bit of poking around. And you know, dear reader...I could get into this whole WordPress thing. It is a brand new learning curve for me, but it seems that it will open up more doors for me. I will be forced to redesign...and that will force me to write. So, thank you Lance...I really do appreciate it.
So, what becomes of all the work I've done with fifafan.ca then? Well, as of right now, I am planning on keeping the content roughly the same. I will slowly transfer all my articles over, and along with that, I will also transfer the Cancer Blog over. How that will all look is still a mystery. When it will all happen is also undecided. But it will happen. I will also have my photo albums. This is all where the creativity comes in. We'll just have to see.
At some point in the near future, this site as you know it will go offline. It needs to go away so that I can implement the new fifafan.ca. So let this be notice to you, dear reader. Some day soon, the site will be gone. But it will be back...bigger and better. As I go through the planning stages, I will try update with short snippets here and there. So check back often. The work is starting. And I am excited about it.
Until next time, so long and thanks for all the Joomla.
FF
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Patience is a Virtue.
Hello, dear reader
Over the past week or so, I have been feeling it. Slowly, it is coming back to me. Oh, some days it is completely not there, but some days it is. Right now, the 'not there' still outweighs the 'is there', but the balance is changing. I can't begin to describe the feeling, and that is part of the problem. My ability to express is on hiatus. My ability to create went with it. They must be having a whale of a holiday, because they've been gone a long time. I suspect they're drinking heavily, and have lost their way. I'd shine a light for them to follow, but I'm not convinced they'd see it. Drink will do that...it blinds you. And so, I wait for the return of my wayward pals. It is not a patient wait by any stretch. As a matter of fact, I am getting quite despondent by their absence. It hurts, dear reader...it hurts. I can't do what I enjoy without my helpers Expressor and Creativity.
But, as I mentioned, I can feel their presence. Oh, it is not a strong presence, but it is there. They are coming back. They are sobering up. Expressor and Creativity are starting to realize that they belong with me. But, petulant as they are, they fight it. They want their own way, and will come back on their terms, not mine. And thus I will need patience. I know they'll be back, and that does my heart good. I miss them. Soon, dear reader. Soon. Soon I will write again. Soon I will express and create....I will describe, and I will be happy.
But patience is a virtue. For you and me.
Cheers,
Fifafan
Over the past week or so, I have been feeling it. Slowly, it is coming back to me. Oh, some days it is completely not there, but some days it is. Right now, the 'not there' still outweighs the 'is there', but the balance is changing. I can't begin to describe the feeling, and that is part of the problem. My ability to express is on hiatus. My ability to create went with it. They must be having a whale of a holiday, because they've been gone a long time. I suspect they're drinking heavily, and have lost their way. I'd shine a light for them to follow, but I'm not convinced they'd see it. Drink will do that...it blinds you. And so, I wait for the return of my wayward pals. It is not a patient wait by any stretch. As a matter of fact, I am getting quite despondent by their absence. It hurts, dear reader...it hurts. I can't do what I enjoy without my helpers Expressor and Creativity.
But, as I mentioned, I can feel their presence. Oh, it is not a strong presence, but it is there. They are coming back. They are sobering up. Expressor and Creativity are starting to realize that they belong with me. But, petulant as they are, they fight it. They want their own way, and will come back on their terms, not mine. And thus I will need patience. I know they'll be back, and that does my heart good. I miss them. Soon, dear reader. Soon. Soon I will write again. Soon I will express and create....I will describe, and I will be happy.
But patience is a virtue. For you and me.
Cheers,
Fifafan
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Going Offline...
Good day, dear reader
This is to inform you that on Friday, August 19, 2011, this website will go offline. It will be in Maintenance Mode. Some of you will remember a previous article in which I posted that I am switching from Joomla to WordPress? Well, it is happening.
How long will I be offline for? I really don't know. Maybe a week. Maybe a month.
But I will be back. I promise.
See you then!
FF
This is to inform you that on Friday, August 19, 2011, this website will go offline. It will be in Maintenance Mode. Some of you will remember a previous article in which I posted that I am switching from Joomla to WordPress? Well, it is happening.
How long will I be offline for? I really don't know. Maybe a week. Maybe a month.
But I will be back. I promise.
See you then!
FF
Monday, April 11, 2011
Why Monday, Why?
Good day, dear reader
On Monday April 4th, I worked. It was a normal day. It was a normal Monday. I was tired, I was grouchy, not much went right at work....it was Monday. Finally, my work day ended. I breathed a sigh of relief, packed up my laptop, and walked out of the school I was working it. It was home time. True, I had a bit of a drive to get home, but usually it is not horrible. This day proved not much different. I got home at the normal time. As I pulled into my garage, I became a little less grouchy....I only hoped the kids were happy and that my wife was happy. One is never too sure on a Monday. For those of you who have followed my blog(s) for the past couple years, you will know that Mondays and I do NOT get along. No, dear reader, Monday's don't like me and I don't like Mondays. And so I invite you to read on....learn what Monday did to me this time.
By this time, dear reader, I am walking up my back sidewalk towards my house. I skirt around the water, and open my door. Immediately as I walk into my house, I see the lights on downstairs. Naturally, I look. Normally I see my deepfreezes, the floor tile and maybe a toy or two. But no....this time I saw Monday. In all it's devious glory, I saw Monday. It laughed. It chortled. Monday had the d**m gall to guffaw at me. And it reared its ugly head in the form of water. Oh, it was not so cruel this time as to be sewer water, but nevertheless it was water. The water was being held at bay by towels, but even that was becoming futile. My poor wife could not keep up with the onslaught. Every towel we owned was wet. And Monday kept happening.
I took stock of the situation, and immediately decided that I should get the power bar that my freezers were plugged into out of the water. One crisis averted. Then I quickly surveyed the situation, and found where the water was coming in...a spot right at the footing. Then I decided that towels alone would not help and we needed mechanical assistance....I went to my garage and got my wet/dry vac. And with that, we managed to get the standing water out of the area, and we could concentrate on the entry point. We didn't lose anything in the basement except some drywall and floor tile....no big deal. We are very fortunate. It could have been worse.
I cannot remember all the details of the rest of that day exactly. I do know that my kids ended up doing a lot of their own supper. I do know that Dianne made a lot of phone calls trying to get someone to come and fix the problem. 15 calls, 2 people responded. We managed to get someone booked for Tuesday and for Wednesday to assess the damage. But, this still left us with the issue of the water pouring into the house. No, Monday was not over yet. Not even close.
After we got the inside water under control (sort of), I left Dianne downstairs to keep up with it, and I went outside to see what could be done. Do you remember, dear reader, at the beginning of my article where I described 'skirting around the water'? Well, that skirting around turned into wading through. Even though we had moved snow away from the house all winter, it was still a problem. I dug a couple small trenches and resevoirs so that the water would flow away from the house, but I couldn't go very far due to the sheer amount of snow piled up in the back yard. My cousin Sheldon and his son Connor came over and we moved snow...and water. We found that once we got the outside water under control, it was not going inside near as quick. Thus the plan became this: keep the water level outside at an acceptable level, and inside will be good. Sounds easy, right? Um, not so much.
I won't bore you with too many more details, dear reader. Suffice it to say that Dianne and I put in an awful lot of hours keeping the water away from the house. Turns out that our foundation is cracked....a 7 foot long crack. We hired a guy to fix it, and included with the job is installing a sump pump, weeping tile, window wells and adjusting the grade slightly. We will be re-designing the backyard, and spending a lot of time doing it. At least my house is dry again. There is much more I could write, but I won't. After all, it's Monday....and I don't like Mondays.
Cheers,
FF
On Monday April 4th, I worked. It was a normal day. It was a normal Monday. I was tired, I was grouchy, not much went right at work....it was Monday. Finally, my work day ended. I breathed a sigh of relief, packed up my laptop, and walked out of the school I was working it. It was home time. True, I had a bit of a drive to get home, but usually it is not horrible. This day proved not much different. I got home at the normal time. As I pulled into my garage, I became a little less grouchy....I only hoped the kids were happy and that my wife was happy. One is never too sure on a Monday. For those of you who have followed my blog(s) for the past couple years, you will know that Mondays and I do NOT get along. No, dear reader, Monday's don't like me and I don't like Mondays. And so I invite you to read on....learn what Monday did to me this time.
By this time, dear reader, I am walking up my back sidewalk towards my house. I skirt around the water, and open my door. Immediately as I walk into my house, I see the lights on downstairs. Naturally, I look. Normally I see my deepfreezes, the floor tile and maybe a toy or two. But no....this time I saw Monday. In all it's devious glory, I saw Monday. It laughed. It chortled. Monday had the d**m gall to guffaw at me. And it reared its ugly head in the form of water. Oh, it was not so cruel this time as to be sewer water, but nevertheless it was water. The water was being held at bay by towels, but even that was becoming futile. My poor wife could not keep up with the onslaught. Every towel we owned was wet. And Monday kept happening.
I took stock of the situation, and immediately decided that I should get the power bar that my freezers were plugged into out of the water. One crisis averted. Then I quickly surveyed the situation, and found where the water was coming in...a spot right at the footing. Then I decided that towels alone would not help and we needed mechanical assistance....I went to my garage and got my wet/dry vac. And with that, we managed to get the standing water out of the area, and we could concentrate on the entry point. We didn't lose anything in the basement except some drywall and floor tile....no big deal. We are very fortunate. It could have been worse.
I cannot remember all the details of the rest of that day exactly. I do know that my kids ended up doing a lot of their own supper. I do know that Dianne made a lot of phone calls trying to get someone to come and fix the problem. 15 calls, 2 people responded. We managed to get someone booked for Tuesday and for Wednesday to assess the damage. But, this still left us with the issue of the water pouring into the house. No, Monday was not over yet. Not even close.
After we got the inside water under control (sort of), I left Dianne downstairs to keep up with it, and I went outside to see what could be done. Do you remember, dear reader, at the beginning of my article where I described 'skirting around the water'? Well, that skirting around turned into wading through. Even though we had moved snow away from the house all winter, it was still a problem. I dug a couple small trenches and resevoirs so that the water would flow away from the house, but I couldn't go very far due to the sheer amount of snow piled up in the back yard. My cousin Sheldon and his son Connor came over and we moved snow...and water. We found that once we got the outside water under control, it was not going inside near as quick. Thus the plan became this: keep the water level outside at an acceptable level, and inside will be good. Sounds easy, right? Um, not so much.
I won't bore you with too many more details, dear reader. Suffice it to say that Dianne and I put in an awful lot of hours keeping the water away from the house. Turns out that our foundation is cracked....a 7 foot long crack. We hired a guy to fix it, and included with the job is installing a sump pump, weeping tile, window wells and adjusting the grade slightly. We will be re-designing the backyard, and spending a lot of time doing it. At least my house is dry again. There is much more I could write, but I won't. After all, it's Monday....and I don't like Mondays.
Cheers,
FF
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