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Thoroughly frustrating half hour spent trying to renew my Ontario ID online, starting with a drop down menu of services required that erases one's choice once entered and then clucks with disapproval and tells you to select a service. I'm only doing this because Service Ontario sent me a notice-- mailed who knows when-- that my ID was going to expire next birthday. So is my health card, so first I try to renew that online, and finally get it to accept the request, and then am told Nope, cannot renew online. OK, will renew my ID. Nope, cannot renew that online either. Alright, will book in-person at a centre. Yes well. Bay St can fit me in Oct 30 at 8:15 which no, not doing that. Next opening Nov 21. Other centres have nothing till December. So shall go in a month. Only up side is that they'll give me paper replacements until the card comes in, if it comes in, what with Christmas shutdown and postal strikes.
Turned the heat on for 15 minutes to take the refrigerator chill off the house. Might bump the thermostat up to 16 or so tonight since tomorrow we gave a scheduled outage mid-day while they replace wires or hydro poles or something on the block. The latter, I fancy, since they did this up the block a few weeks ago.
Given the volume of Cecil Ten-names, I suppose it's inevitable that he would drop the ball occasionally. The last three of his I read failed to hide the clues sufficiently. If a woman is found seemingly dead and half an hour later is seen chatting merrily, you know there's been a substitution. If two women are said to resemble each other sufficiently for people to sometimes be confused as to which is which, you know that's Chekov's plot point. If a character once served on a jury that found a man guilty of murder, you know that the people being murdered randomly were also on that jury, and the seemingly benign character who denies one of these people's convinced testimony about an occurrence is pretty certain to be the formerly convicted man. So am rereading one of the library's Rhode's that impressed me first time and so far so good, though *of course* this loutish man and that shrewish woman are villains because people's faces always betray their vile characters. Like Jeffrey Epstein and Ghislaine Maxwell, say. There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face, Cyril. And a bunch of Golden Age writers, and not a few Japanese ones as well: though given how seemingly psychic the Japanese appear, I might give them the benefit of the doubt.
Turned the heat on for 15 minutes to take the refrigerator chill off the house. Might bump the thermostat up to 16 or so tonight since tomorrow we gave a scheduled outage mid-day while they replace wires or hydro poles or something on the block. The latter, I fancy, since they did this up the block a few weeks ago.
Given the volume of Cecil Ten-names, I suppose it's inevitable that he would drop the ball occasionally. The last three of his I read failed to hide the clues sufficiently. If a woman is found seemingly dead and half an hour later is seen chatting merrily, you know there's been a substitution. If two women are said to resemble each other sufficiently for people to sometimes be confused as to which is which, you know that's Chekov's plot point. If a character once served on a jury that found a man guilty of murder, you know that the people being murdered randomly were also on that jury, and the seemingly benign character who denies one of these people's convinced testimony about an occurrence is pretty certain to be the formerly convicted man. So am rereading one of the library's Rhode's that impressed me first time and so far so good, though *of course* this loutish man and that shrewish woman are villains because people's faces always betray their vile characters. Like Jeffrey Epstein and Ghislaine Maxwell, say. There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face, Cyril. And a bunch of Golden Age writers, and not a few Japanese ones as well: though given how seemingly psychic the Japanese appear, I might give them the benefit of the doubt.
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If you decide you don't want to wait till November--FWIW, I've had better results going to a Service Ontario centre in person and waiting in line than I've had trying to book an appointment at a convenient time. The location I usually use is at the Canadian Tire store on Yonge just above Bloor. There are always lineups, but if no clerks are away sick that day (never a certainty) the line usually moves fairly quickly by civil service standards. Bay Street hasn't been too bad when I've had to use that one; I've had the quickest service when the weather is miserable. If you choose the in-person option, at least you'll be able to sit on the walker while waiting (as my spouse does, while watching the passing, or more accurately stationary, parade). Good luck!
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Ohh maybe I'll try that then. Last time I was there was '22 with restrictions still in place, lines out the door, and strong recommendation to book online. Thanks.
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He doesn't always do it. The one I just finished was as twisty as heart could desireand the villainous couple were in fact not the real villains, even if unsavoury in the extreme.