Sunday ; Sunny, cold, +4 C.°
I took Apollo for a couple walks today, enjoying the sunshine despite the cold. Joanne did laundry. I went to the hotel’s book exchange library and scrounged for interesting books to read / take with me when we move in less than two weeks to Robin Hood Inn. Again we spent quite a bit of today discussing and researching our options for travel next winter, probably to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.
A few weeks ago I bought a liquid glucosamine and have been administering a carefully measured appropriate dosage daily to Apollo. His activity level has increased / mobility difficulties have decreased. We’re impressed. Joanne thinks she should start taking glucosamine. You go, girl !
Monday ; Mostly sunny, chilly, +6° C.
Again Apollo woke me up at 7:30 AM, wanting to go outside. It seems as if his overnight bladder capacity / endurance has diminished from 9 hours to 8 hours. <sigh> Yeah, Apollo ... I get it !
We left our room this morning at 11:30 AM to allow Housekeeping a half an hour to service our room. We went to the waiting lounge in the front lobby area. Usually that area is empty. Today it slowly filled up with the fifty seniors here on a bus tour, as they waited for their noon departure by bus to Butchart Gardens. Apollo was thrilled ! He thought fifty old people ... his kind of people ! ... were coming into the lounge specifically to make friends with him. Most of them did ! HA HA HA ! Good dog, Apollo !
After much pontification and discussion over the last couple of weeks, today we decided to “bite the bullet” and make a reservation for a five month stay next winter in Mexico. Execution of that plan is dependent on Apollo’s passing, not something we hope for, but expect within the next year. Everything about this reservation via VRBO went wrong. I spent most of the evening either on the phone with their very unhelpful HELP call centre (obviously) in India, or sending / receiving messages back and forth with the American owner of the condo. The multiple problems ... cost discrepancies and payment failures ... remain unresolved at this time. Over the years I have experienced similar, insurmountable difficulties paying an “American” bill using (two) Canadian credit cards and/or (one) Canadian debit card. Back in the day, I solved that problem by having a bank account and credit card with Bank of America in Yuma, Arizona. But ... no longer ! Elbows up ! ! ! Stay tuned !
Tuesday ; Mostly sunny, +5° C.
Yesterday evening, both I and the owner of the condo in Mexico that I wish to reserve for five months next winter spent much of the evening trying and failing to get a reservation made through her chosen rental listing service VRBO. She was back at it first thing this morning, even before I was out of bed. Upon getting my day started, I also was back at it. By noon we still had not succeeded.
I gave up. I advised her that I had invested as much time and energy in this teeth gnashing, unsuccessful transaction with VRBO as was warranted, wished her a Happy New Year, and told her I was “moving on”. She asked me to phone her. I did. It took her and I only a few moments to resolve the insurmountable difficulties with VRBO, I made her a proposal, she agreed ... deal done !
After lunch we headed out with Apollo for grocery shopping at Country Grocer, and self-serve dog wash at Bosley’s, both in the same mall in Esquimalt. After bathing Apollo Joanne wrapped him in his blankie and we headed home to Royal Scot. Good (clean) dog, Apollo.
Wednesday ; New Year’s Eve ; Sunny, +7° C.
This morning we completed Apollo’s grooming, plucking and cleaning his ears, and trimming his nails. HMPH ... he needs a haircut again soon. His hair is just long enough now to begin tangling / matting whenever he gets wet. Which in Victoria during the winter is pretty much daily !
This afternoon I began working on year end financial analyses, an onerous task, but one which I usually enjoy doing. Except at the end of the years when the stock markets have done poorly.
We had an interesting dinner of appetizers, then spent the evening watching CBC’s “Cross Canada” New Year’s Eve show. It’s now 11:50 PM, I have just walked Apollo, he’s gone to bed ... joining Joanne who’s already gone to sleep. Story of my New Year’s Eve life ! HA HA HA ! HAPPY NEW YEAR ! Goodnight !
Thursday ; New Year’s Day ; Overcast, rain in the evening, +6° C.
I made “Christmas brunch” again this morning ; Belgian waffles slathered with strawberry jam and covered with vanilla ice cream. Had to use up the remaining half box of Belgian waffles.
I spent most of the day puttering with year end bill paying and investment analysis, and new year financial planning. You know it’s been a great year in the stock market when you have collected annuity pensions from your investments all year, withdrawn from your investments to buy a new (to us) condo, and the value of the investments is larger at the end of the year than at the beginning. A begrudging bit of thanks to asshole Trump for the first few months of the year, and lots of thanks to our new Canadian Prime Minister Mark Carney for the rest. Stay the course, Mr. Carney. And elbows up, everyone !
Friday ; Overcast, intermittent drizzle, +7° C.
I continued puttering around today with year end and new year financial matters. At 11:30 AM when Housekeeping showed up to service our room, we took Apollo for a walk around the block then went to sit in the lobby lounge area to wait for Housekeeping to finish our room. I had an interesting conversation with a middle aged woman and her three high school and college aged children who were waiting for their lunch reservation in the hotel’s (overpriced) breakfast and lunch restaurant. They were here from Seattle for a brief vacation. I gathered it was the first time any of them had been to Canada ... or anywhere else outside of the USA. They had all just gotten passports for the first time.
We chatted about health care in Canada, including Canada’s recruitment of American nurses. The youngest daughter, almost finished high school, wants to be a nurse. The mother asked questions about Canada’s “free” universal health care system. And my answers dispelled myths that most Americans, including the mother, “believe” about Canada’s health care. She was particularly amazed to hear that my triple bypass surgery was performed two days after an angiogram indicated I needed it urgently. And that Joanne’s mastectomy was performed two days after her breast cancer diagnosis. And that both those surgeries, as all (well, most) health care in Canada, were “free”.
After lunch and a nap (for me and Apollo) Joanne and I left Apollo in our suite and set off for the downtown branch of the Bank of Montreal, using the hotel’s shuttle service to get there. I wanted to get Global Money Transfer service set up on my online banking application, and a visit to a branch is necessary for that.
The downtown branch of BMO is in a huge, ornate, historical building. It’s beautiful ! Too bad the BMO doesn’t staff it adequately. There were only two tellers. And the line-up in front of me was short. BUT ... nowadays the only people who go into the bank to be served in person, at a counter, by a teller, are those who require a “high maintenance” level of service, And consequently, each person seems to spend fifteen minutes at the counter. I probably spent more than that at the counter. I didn’t think that toggling “Global Money Transfer” service to the “on” position on my online banking app was high maintenance, but ... it was ! AND ... <sputter> ... the teller was not able to do it. I spent whatever ... twenty minutes ? ... answering his relatively stupid questions (in my opinion) and expressing dissatisfaction at being told I needed to make an appointment with a “specialist” and return at another time.
Eventually ... probably due to his eagerness to get rid of me because the line-up behind me had grown to about six people ... (each needing fifteen minutes of service ?) ... he wrote my answers to his stupid questions on a piece of paper, photocopied my driver’s license, then sent me on my way, advising me that instead of making an appointment for me, he would have one of his “specialist” colleagues contact me by telephone, probably before the end of the business day.
Joanne had planned for us to walk back home, and to have a Beavertail as a treat on the way. It was drizzling as we walked home. The service at the Beavertail kiosk on Broughton Avenue was poor. The front counter fellow was an idiot. And the food preparation woman in the back was careless and sloppy, “tearing” our Beavertail as she smeared it with their thick maple syrup coating. We didn’t realize that until we were back in our hotel suite, because we didn’t want to stand there in the rain at their kiosk and eat our Beavertail.
As we were passing in front of the BC Legislature Building on the way home our phone rang. I dug it out of Joanne’s purse ... she was delicately carrying the poorly wrapped Beavertail ... it was the bank’s “specialist”. She started out by asking yet another stupid question, and again one that really wasn’t any of the bank’s business / concern. “To whom did I intend to send money ?” My brain thought “what the **** is it to you whom I send money to ... sweetheart ?”
But my mouth said “I don’t intend to stand here in the rain in front of the Legislature Building and answer more of your questions, call me back in five minutes when we’re back at our hotel room”. She didn’t ! But a few minutes after the call I received a “notification” that Global Money Transfer” service was now available to me on our online banking app. <shrug>
I realize their “stupid” questions are designed to prevent old people (or anyone else) from becoming victims of fraud. But really ; “why are you sending money to someone in another country ?” and “to whom are you sending money ?” fall into my cranky old man category of aggravating and insulting.
Saturday ; Sunny in the morning, intermittent drizzle for the rest of the day, +8° C.
Slow start to the day, routine chores for much of the day, also worked on RRIF withdrawal planning for 2026, summarized 2025 medical expenses for income tax purposes, etc. Many decades ago I learned to harness my OCD and put it to good use. HA HA HA !
DSK