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Today was the day they were supposed to shut off water access all day to do some plumbing repairs. I can only imagine they did the repairs because I had water all day. I had enough water to poop twice and flush as much as I needed to, as well as wash my hands with hot water. In fact, I washed up several times during the day while I was cleaning and prepping to eat.

If I had to guess I was using the residual water that was left in the tanks and there was so little demand during the day that it never ran out.

Anyways, I hope the repairs went well. During the day, I was thinking what is more an inconvenience: no water vs. no electricity. In the short term, not having power is way more of inconvenience. Without electricity, you basically can’t do anything in this modern world, whether it’s fun stuff or doing work. In the long term, water becomes more important as you can’t live without water.

I was on my daily walk today to the local waterfront park. I entrance I take to the park allows me to get into the park via an elevated walkway that passes over the children’s playground in the park.

As I walking over the playground area, I saw a flash of movement. When I looked down, I saw a small, tiny human rolling down the bank of a sloped portion of the playground. From the top of this hill to the bottom was about six feet at least, probably seven feet, and it was fairly steep incline. This tiny baby was not in control of their body and should not have been rolling down this large hill. I was shocked to see this. It was so bad that a man who was having lunch near the bottom of the hill rushed over to pick the baby up.

When he did so, I could see this child was probably not even a year old. I can remember when my niece was one and she was bigger than this baby. If I had to guess, the kid was about eight months old. At the top of the hill was this older man, who was scrambling to get down the hill. He made it down to take the baby from the kind man and at the same time, an older lady had made her way over to the baby as well.

It was clear these two older folks were the grandparents of this unfortunate baby. The grandfather had somehow lost control of his grandkid and allowed it to roll down the hill. By this time, the child was crying but not too badly. The grandparents quickly made their way out of the area, with crying baby.

I try not to judge parents and grandparents because kids are tricky but watching this man lose control of his grandkid, a mere baby, and have it roll down a large hill was crazy. I am sure the child is fine now but I wonder if he told the parents later today.

My building needs to shut off all water next week for one day, from 8am to 5pm. They are doing this to enable some repairs of the plumbing system. They have done this before, when I was also working from home.

Not having water all day while you work from home means you need to plan out your day. I guess it makes sense to do attempt to do all the water-related things for the day before it’s shut off in the morning. That means brushing your teeth, pooping, showering, and so forth. The problem is I don’t get up until around 10am on most workdays.

If I poop while the water is shut off, I can time it so that there’s gonna be enough water in the tank for one full flush. After that, there’s gonna be nothing. If I just pee for the rest of the day, that should be fine. If my body decides it needs to poop again, well that poop is gonna sit in the bowl all day until 5pm.

For drinking water, I have a hot water dispenser, so that will last me all day and then some. Beyond that, I don’t need to do my dishes during the day. Washing my hands though will be a problem. As I mentioned, I’ll get one full flush after a poop, but what about my poopy hands? I have wet wipes that I can use or perhaps I can fill a jug of water the night before and use that as my cleansing water.

It’ll be a hassle next week but I’ll adapt and survive.

A local pub that had been in business for decades closed a few months ago and an Italian restaurant popped up in its place. It’s in a prime location, by the water, with a huge patio area. I had to try it since I love Italian food. I picked a sunny weekday afternoon to have some lunch.

On that particular day, I wanted to try out their “seafood bowl”. It turned out to be pretty good but I didn’t think it was worth $28. While the broth was delicious, there wasn’t enough seafood, in my opinion, to warrant the $28 price tag.

Anyways, when I got the bill, I noticed the very unfortunate spelling mistake that was programmed into the point of sale computer. I pointed it out to the waiter but he said the staff were well aware of the issue. He further divulged that it was misspelled like that in the actual menu for about a week. How terrible. No menu should ever have that word in it.

I think I’ll go back just to try some of their other items but I’m wary of the prices.

On Sunday evening I went to pickup my Mom from the airport. She had been in Montreal for several weeks to visit her sister and help take care of her mother, who is experiencing some health issues. Of course, these are my aunt and my grandmother to me.

My Mom’s flight was supposed to arrive just after 11pm, which is quite late in the evening for a flight. The flight was delayed, however, which is a common occurrence these days. The delay wound up being an hour and a half long, which apparently due to a mechanical problem. That’s a long delay and my poor Mom had to endure that by herself.

I left my place around 11:45pm, to give myself time to drive to the airport, get a cart ready, and be present to greet my Mom. I have to say, if you have to drive to the airport, doing it near midnight on a Sunday is a good time to do it. Traffic was very light and I got there in almost record time.

My Mom’s flight touched down around 12:30am. It took several more minutes for the plane to get to the gate, several more for the plane to deboard, and even more for her to walk from the gate to the luggage carousel where I was waiting for her. I got her seated while I got her luggage because she was exhausted after almost eight hours of travel, if you include the flight, the delay, and the drive to the airport on the Montreal side. By the time we got her luggage, loaded it up in my car, and started driving to my parents’ place, it was after 1am.

Even with no traffic, it still took about 40 minutes or so to drive from the airport to my parents’ home. I helped unloaded my Mom’s luggage and brought it inside. By then it was almost 2am. I didn’t want to leave right away because I hadn’t seen my Mom in several weeks and it’d been about a week since I last saw my Dad. I had a quick chat with them and my Mom had brought me some food from Montreal. I got some bagels and some Montreal smoked meat, which was quite kind of her. My aunt also gave me, via my Mom, some vegetables from her garden.

By the time I finally left my parents’ place it was after 2am, which was quite late for me. It took me about 18 minutes to get home, which is incredibly fast because even on a weekend, it takes me about 30 minutes to do the same trip.

After cleaning up and getting ready for bed, I didn’t roll into my bed until 3am. I had a 9am meeting the next day, so it was gonna be an early day for me. Now I’ve had productive work days on six hours of sleep before so I didn’t think it was gonna be that bad. When I woke up at 8:50am the next morning, I was feeling rough. I’m not sure if it was all the driving I did the night before but I woke up feeling exhausted.

I somehow managed to get through the work day fine. I took a nap around 6pm for around thirty minutes. Now usually if I take one nap after work, I’m good for the rest of the evening but around 9pm, I feel asleep on the couch again. I must have been extra tired that day.

Despite the fatigue, I feel like if you have to pickup someone from the airport, a Sunday evening is a pretty good time. There’s almost no traffic, parking is easy, and the terminal is nearly empty.

For whatever reason, I decided to wash my bed sheets, pillow cases, and duvet cover at 10pm this evening. I knew this was kinda stupid because it’s after midnight now and all those things are still drying in the dryer.

One of the most annoying things about being an adult is being tired and wanting to go to bed but your bed has no sheets, pillow cases, nor a cover for the duvet.

I think the dryer still needs another 20 minutes and hopefully I won’t be too tired to put all the damn sheets and stuff back on. I know some people just sleep on a bare bad when faced with this problem but I can’t allow myself to do that.

I’m in the middle of a four-day weekend and on Thursday, I decided to do something new. I’ve been wanting to ride the Eagle Coaster on Cypress Mountain for while, so I finally got off my ass and did it. The Eagle Coaster is nearly 2km long and you drop almost 300m from start to finish.

I’ve been to Cypress Mountain a few times, mostly as a kid but this was the first time I’d driven there myself. I left around 12:30pm and at that time, traffic was very light. Even then, it took me over an hour to drive there, with most of it highway driving. I live super far from Cypress Mountain. I’m basically at the south end of the greater Vancouver area and the mountain is way up north.

The drive up there was uneventful. The coaster ride itself was fun but for something that lasts less than three minutes, paying $35 for a single ride down was hard to swallow. There’s a joke in there somewhere. I definitely think there’s some tourist pricing involved.

Anyways, once I was done with the ride it was about 2:30pm and I hadn’t had lunch yet. It was a beautiful sunny day and there was a patio with a spectacular view of the mountains that served Mexican food. How great would it be to have a burrito and just enjoy the weather and the view? On the other hand, I was cognizant that to get home, I would be driving in the same direction of everyone else in the afternoon rush hour. Also, I needed to cross a bridge for my commute home. My philosophy is that if a bridge is involved in a commute, you’re screwed.

I quickly checked Google Maps and it told me that if I left now, it would take me an hour and twenty-six minutes to get home. The route was dark red kilometres before the bridge and for several kilometres after the bridge as well. Traffic was heavy and congested. There were several icons on the route, which I just assumed were indicating a crash of some sort. It had to be, for traffic to be this bad as early as 2:30pm.

I made the poor decision to drive home immediately because I thought it would just get worse once rush hour actually began. The sooner I got in my car, the sooner I would get home was my thinking.

It was sixteen kilometre drive just to get back onto the highway from the top of the mountain and this drive was traffic free. Once I got back onto the highway though, I drove barely five minutes before I hit traffic. About seven kilometres from the bridge, traffic slowed to a crawl, like less than 20 km/h. It was bumper to bumper traffic, with most of the time, everyone just inching forward a few feet at a time. I kept expecting to see a wreck or emergency vehicles somewhere along the way, which would explain why the traffic was so bad.

I didn’t time how long it took to drive the seven kilometres to get to the bridge but it must have been at least thirty minutes or more. Once I got on the bridge, I realized there weren’t any accidents that was causing any of this. All of this gridlock was just from straight-up massive volumes of vehicles all on the road at the same time, going the same way. It was bonkers.

It was still bumper to bumper traffic even after the bridge, for about three or four kilometres after. Once the highway opened up to four lanes, traffic finally abated enough that I was able to speed up beyond 50 km/h for the first time since I left the mountain and merged onto the highway. The rest of my drive home was uneventful finally. All told, it took me about an hour and forty-five minutes to get home. Nearly double the time it took to get to the mountain.

I wasn’t sure if that drive was just anomaly or if this was a daily occurrence. So today, at around 2:30pm, I checked Google Maps again. I plugged in the route from Cypress Mountain to my home and the estimate was again, almost identical to what it was the day before. I checked the route and there were no accidents, just a ridiculous amount of traffic volume.

A long time ago, when I was a much younger man, near the turn of the century, I worked in North Vancouver, where the commute home was similar to the route I drove yesterday. I would drive home every day around 5:30pm or so, which I would say is in the rush hour and I didn’t experience anything like I did yesterday. Traffic is much worse now.

I know a lot of people who live on the North Shore, they love the proximity to nature and the mountains but that bridge exacts a toll. Not a monetary one but one that you pay with your patience and sanity. I’ve always had the opinion that having to cross a bridge for any commute just adds headaches and stress to your life. Some people drive this commute every day. How do they do it?

I’ve always had an appreciation for the fact that I get to work from home but that drive the other day, just reinforced that.

A couple of weeks ago, I noticed a new section in my YouTube feed when I loaded it up on my browser. Labelled “Playables”, I realized these were games but somehow hosted on the YouTube site. Looking through the initial list of games, it seemed like some of them were repurposed mobile games. Indeed, I immediately saw an Angry Birds game, along with Cut the Rope.

Curious, I tried a slew of these games to see how fun they could be. After about 30 minutes of playing, I had a few observations. First, I did confirm that many of these games were mobile games in some fashion in another life. Despite being played in a browser, without a separate download, many of the games had a playing area that was taller than it was wider, the aspect ratio for a phone, instead of a monitor. Also, many of the controls you could tell involved swiping or tapping the screen. In a browser, this got converted into mouse dragging and clicking. For some games, I discovered it sometimes didn’t register my clicks or drags, which made for a poor experience.

Second, it was clear YouTube did some work on each game to make it work on their platform. For example, all games have the ability to store high scores and/or progress on a game. This may seem minor in terms of a feature, but it can actually drive a person to play a game again because it can remember which levels you’ve finished and you can just pick up where you left off.

Third, it became clear to me some of these games are genuinely entertaining for what they are. Sometimes, I have five minutes to play something while I wait for my code to compile or if a meeting is starting soon, and I can’t play a full-screen game. These games fit that bill. Now, if you’re thinking mobile games on a phone are exactly what fits this need, you’d be correct. For some reason though, I never got into mobile games. These browser games, however, just are easy to play and they being on the computer, make it appealing to me. By the way, these YouTube Playables can also be played in the YouTube app on the phone, if that’s more your style.

Anyways, two of my favourite games from the current list are Freekick Football and 8 Ball Billiards Classic.

About five years ago, someone told me a former co-worker of mine had moved to my neighbourhood, about four blocks away. If this was a friend, I would have confirmed this with the person in question directly but this was more of an acquaintance, so I didn’t need to confirm that badly. Plus, I figured with him living so close, we’d surely run into each other at the local shops or other locations.

Well, five years went by and I didn’t see him once. I began to wonder if that information I was told was wrong or if he’d moved away without me knowing. How close can you live to another person without those two people never seeing each other?

About three weeks ago, I was out on my daily walk to the waterfront park when lo and behold, I saw my former co-worker at the park. We exchanged pleasantries and I explained to him that I knew he had moved close by years ago, yet I had never seen him around locally until now. I half expected him to reveal to me that he’d been living as a hermit up until that week but he did no such thing. We said our goodbyes and I wondered when the next time I might run him into, since it took five years to even see each other once.

About two weeks later, I was having chat with a friend at my local market. He had come to have lunch with me and afterwards he was enjoying an iced coffee outside. We were chatting at a patio table when surprise, my former co-worker sauntered on by. Another sighting in less than a month?!?! Perhaps this was going to be a common occurrence now.

We joked that we were going to see each other everywhere now. It’s been another two weeks so far and I haven’t seen him again. When will the next sighting be?