On Tuesday it rained but I had to go
downtown anyway because I wanted to buy a present for my daughter’s birthday,
which is in a couple of days. For the last few months it’s been on my mind to
buy her a folding wooden guitar stand like the one I have because I’m very
pleased with it and wanted to pass the satisfaction along. I planned to go back
to Remenyi to see if they have any more, but first I had to fill out my income
report for social services. I had no income to report but I needed to fill out
the form anyway and mail the envelope.
It was still
raining when I got underway, but not too hard and so my jeans did get splattered
with a little mud but later the marks seemed to disappear.
At Remenyi House
of Music I was told that they were out of the Seagull guitar stands but that
they were on order and would arrive in a couple of weeks. It was suggested that
I try Long and McQuade, so I rode back towards home along Bloor and stopped
there. They didn’t have them either and never have. They did have a wooden
stand for $120 but it didn’t seem as nice as the one I got for $50 and it
didn’t fold. The sales guy was very helpful though and went online to see what
other places might have what I was looking for. He found that Cosmo Music has
them in their online catalogue but when I asked their location he said North
York. I didn’t want to ride my bike up to North York, especially since I found
out later that Cosmo is in Richmond Hill. I decided not to rush it and to wait
for when Remenyi gets their order.
On the way home my
bike felt weird while pedalling, as if there is something wrong with the
crankset. My back brakes are off balance as well.
I sent a message
to Astrid when I got home to let her know that I had a gift in mind but she
might have to wait a few weeks for it. She asked me if it was banjo related
because she already bought herself a stand. I had to spill the beans to tell
her what I’d had in mind and wondered if she needed an extra one for her bass.
She said she could use one for her bass but informed me that she doesn’t even
play it anymore.
It looks like I’ll
have to rethink her present.
I finally looked
up my grade for 20th Century US Literature and found that I only got
a B+. It wasn’t that big a surprise. I took some risks on my term essay that
didn’t pay off and I didn’t get around to citing my sources for info that I’d
presented from outside of the course.
I almost went to
Bike Pirates to adjust my back brakes because I thought that would be a quick
job, but I looked at it and saw that the brakes aren’t really dragging against
the tire. The main problem is that the wheel is wobbling and so if I have to
true it I would be there for a lot longer. I decided to wait.
I watched a very
predictable Alfred Hitchcock Hour teleplay. It’s for sure that if the plot is
based on a wife thinking her husband is trying to kill her then the twist
requires that he isn’t. Martha arrives in a small town and is met by Luke. It
turns out that they are engaged to be married through a lonely-hearts club
magazine. Luke is gruff and anti-social. He immediately drives her to the
minister’s house to get married before taking her home. Once at home he shows
her around. The house has two fireplaces and she wonders why there is no
furnace. The basement, where she will have to do the laundry is particularly
cold.
On Sundays she
begins to go to church and gets to know the local ladies. She joins the
missionary society and meets for their sewing circle where she learns that
Luke’s first wife was named Virginia and she died of food poisoning six months
after she and Luke were married. Martha starts to become suspicious. As
Christmas is approaching the basement door becomes locked. She sneaks the keys
from Luke’s coat pocket while he is sleeping and goes downstairs to find that
he has dug a grave sized and shaped hole. I knew right away what it was for.
She goes to town and buys a gun. He tells her just before Christmas that there
is something he wants to show here in the basement. Thinking that he is about
to kill her she pulls the gun from her coat pocket and shoots him dead. Down in
the basement she sees that Luke has installed a furnace with its base in the
hole he’d dug. On the furnace is a card saying, “Merry Christmas to my dear
Martha.”
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