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Friday, February 13th, 2026 04:34 pmWent out to get my shop for the long weekend and as I was tooling about Fiesta the front right wheel locked. Poked at it, found nothing that would act as a brake, and finished shopping in mild despair. Last time this happened it was something rusted out in the wheel casing and yeah, I've been going through snow, here we go again. The upright walker is too wide to take through the narrow snow-free walkways and of course I can't fold it to make it narrower. Oh well. Trip to Starkman's this afternoon and see if they have the ones with pneumatic tyres that will go over things more easily. Then as I was crossing to go home and bumping up the ill-shoveled other side, something went SPROING and suddenly the wheel would turn again. Fingers very much crossed that it was just a pebble caught in the casing, because must go out tomorrow to pick up a surprise! hold from the library.
However enough was enough and I ordered vodka and Bailey's for delivery. Poor guy had to try and scan my ID to prove age which, like, wouldn't it be simpler just to take a picture of me? But protocols must be followed. Glad I tipped him well. Currently feeling no pain. Or not much: is owie weather.
But as I was coming up my street a woman with a large brown dog was coming down and it was she who stepped out of the way onto someone's front path to let me by. So I had to stop and compliment her dog, whose name is Wendell. He's a Rhodesian Ridgeback and now I see why they're called that. Which recalls the line from the song The Maple Leaf Dog--
Rhodesian Ridgeback's intolerant and crude
Turn around your basset hound is doing something rude
and I see the lyrics were updated last year to replace the verse about Pierre Trudeau with one about Carney. Oh dear.
However enough was enough and I ordered vodka and Bailey's for delivery. Poor guy had to try and scan my ID to prove age which, like, wouldn't it be simpler just to take a picture of me? But protocols must be followed. Glad I tipped him well. Currently feeling no pain. Or not much: is owie weather.
But as I was coming up my street a woman with a large brown dog was coming down and it was she who stepped out of the way onto someone's front path to let me by. So I had to stop and compliment her dog, whose name is Wendell. He's a Rhodesian Ridgeback and now I see why they're called that. Which recalls the line from the song The Maple Leaf Dog--
Rhodesian Ridgeback's intolerant and crude
Turn around your basset hound is doing something rude
and I see the lyrics were updated last year to replace the verse about Pierre Trudeau with one about Carney. Oh dear.
https://youtu.be/6fwzhKgd55k?si=KgOsPabrSRfRBzim
https://youtu.be/xKXTukQz4cM?si=AzzDWuZfVzVvw50n
