New Job – Rogers

I started a new job this week — at Rogers! I’m working part time for a few weeks, and full time after that. So far, things seem amazingly cool. It’s a fast-paced environment, and the people seem great. I have a few friends working there already (that I met while working at CBC), and since they seem quite happy, I think I will be too!

I’m taking the subway to get there. I drove to CTV, but prior to that, I took the GO train for years. I had always missed the subway, and find I’m extremely pleased to be taking it again. I’m happy that I don’t have to stick to schedules, and I’m even more happy about the people. I like seeing people from all walks of life… different ages, from seemingly well-off to not so well-off. I like the fact that it’s dirtier (in the tunnels/stations). And quite honestly, the people are usually nicer. You’ll see more people on the subway get out of your way when you’re trying to get out the door than you will on the GO train. I hated getting off at Guildwood GO stop, and having tons of people up against the doors, well before their stop… they don’t move out of the way!!

Don’t know how to describe the subway vs. GO train experience… I call the subway more human, or more base. I had the same feeling in Argentina, too. I really enjoyed watching the people as we drove through the city, or as I walked among them. I suppose I get that in some areas of Toronto, too.

Wedding

Michael
Michael

Ain’t he gorgeous?

We had a fantastic time at a recent wedding. A close family friend was married: Linda. She’s 10 year’s younger than I, and I remember her from the day she was born. Great wedding!! Very Italian – which I think they planned on purpose, as Jeff, the groom, is not of Italian descent.

I’ve always loved our church. Very pretty. It’s getting a little run down, but still beautiful.

Holy Rosary church in Thorold
Holy Rosary church in Thorold

And of course we had to arrive in style…
Well. Maybe not. The bridal party’s limo driver let Ronnie take a look inside.

Limo
Limo

There are plenty of people in Thorold that I really miss. Don’t get a chance to see them often any more. These are some of them!

Bride, groom, bride's parents and sister
Bride, groom, bride’s parents and sister

Tony
Tony

Lisa, Luisa, Val
Lisa, Luisa, Val

The hall was beautifully decorated. You can see it behind me.

Me in the reception hall
Me in the reception hall

Family portrait
Family portrait

Tony and my mother
Tony and my mother

Out for the night
Out for the night

Pool problems

Arg. Right after our pool was opened, the lining started to inflate like a balloon!!

Inflated pool
Inflated Pool

Scary. Never saw anything like it! Our pool guy, Bill, fixed the problem: a leaking return water pipe, which was pumping water behind the lining. Amazingly, he fixed it all by digging a couple feetl under the concrete.

Fixed pipe
Fixed pipe

In order to save time/money, I started the digging and tore out all the brick work surrounding the cement area. Luckily, I had already been working on the bricks this year, so it wasn’t as frightening a prospect as it might have been. Bill had to finish the digging. I was convinced he’d have to cut the cement to get at the pipes — the pipes were at least two feet under the cement, very close to the lining. I still can’t imagine how he was able to work under there.

Refilling the hole
Refilling the hole

I did my best to replace all the dirt, but I was left with a whole wheelbarrow full of dirt that didn’t fit. I hate that. Now I know it’ll sink if I add back the bricks. So I’ve been doing my best to water it and stomp on it to try to pack the dirt down as tightly as possible. I’ll have to wait a while, I think, to let it sink as far as possible. In the mean time… I think I’ll rip out the rest of the brick around the pool and re-set it. At present, there’s so much dirt between the bricks that the weeds are having a hay day.

Luisa’s bath!

1. Early March: Luisa, just leaving CTV and majorly stressed, gets a gift which includes nice smelly bath products. Tries to take a bath, but hot water runs out when tub is only half full. Freezes to death and has a miserable time. 🙁

2. Next day, Luisa calls gas company, asking them to replace the long tuby thing inside (which she knows will fix the problem, from past experience)

3. Next day, gas company guy comes by, pronounces gas tank too old to fix, and on the verge of breaking (“They only last 13 years on average, this one is 21 years old. Notice any rusty water??” That would explain the brown hot water once in a while.)

4. Couple of days later, another gas company guy comes by, refuses to replace the hot water heater because he can’t get at it. Decides the only way to get to the damn thing is through the hole where the wood stove is currently sitting.

Old water heater
Blocked in water heater

5. Decision to get rid of the wood stove. Reid posts a picture on his web site. Walter generously offers to help us get rid of it the coming weekend.

Wood stove
Wood stove

6. Meanwhile, Luisa asks the new neighbour (a contractor) if he knows anyone who wants it. His friend across the street happens to want one. They come over, decide it’s perfect and offer to come over Monday night to get it out.

7. Reid explains to Walter that the neighbour will take it. Monday night, as no one shows up, Luisa knock’s on the neighbour’s door, who explains he forgot all about it.

8. A week or so goes by, it’s now April and the neighbour tells Reid they no longer want the wood stove. Darn.

9. Reid asks Walter if he would be willing to come again. Walter magnanimously agrees, talks to Vartan and they come over last Sunday. David Barker comes over to help as well. Wood stove comes out smoothly. Walter and Vartan do all the work hauling the thing out to the garage for us. They are now my heroes.

Accessible water heater
Accessible water heater

10. Next morning, Luisa calls the gas company. Same guy comes over that very afternoon and replaces it in less than an hour.

11. That evening (May 17) Luisa finally gets her bath. Yay! (Peanut gallery: I have NOT gone 2 months without bathing.)