So. the WordPress scheduled posting didn’t work as I expected. In fact it didn’t work at all! Back to the drawing board. I hoped that the wife would post the following, manually for me, if the timer failed. She assumed it worked correctly, and didn’t check. She had four cats and a dog to feed and water and clean up after, and me gone. I asked the daughter to check the post early Saturday morning, and remind the wife if there was a problem. She was busy using her power wheelchair as a pack mule to get half her usual load to Barterworks, because I wasn’t available to drive her.
So, I’ve blamed WordPress, check!
I’ve blamed the wife, check!
I’ve blamed the daughter, check!
OK, I’m in the clear. All I have to do now is publish the following post, that should have been up three days ago. So, without further ado, and only a modicum of adon’t, Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you;
We’re Off To See The Wizard
Don’t worry about being quiet while you read this blog; I’m not at home anyway. Either through learning Brain Rants’ trick of timer-induced-publishing, or just by begging the wife to post it manually, by the time you read this post, I will be in a foreign country, rolling out of bed to go look at some weapons.
The son and I have fled the Great White North for the comfort and security of (Metro) Detroit. As usual, the excuse is the Spring Knife Show, but the reality is that it’s just nice to get away from the usual, if even only for a couple of days. I’m taking along about $3.75 of American change I’ve accumulated since last October, including 10 quarters. I still need five “State” quarters to complete the set.
Whether or not it’s because I set a good example, the son has established a good work ethic. His shop, like so many others, has a problem with absenteeism. In an attempt to improve attendance, they offer one day off with pay, for every six months without a late or absence. Last year he got two free days. Their six month periods start April 1, and October 1. If he misses a day, it’s because he called in dead. The day I fell off my motorcycle and broke my shoulder, I showed up at 10 AM in a sling. The supervisor said that when I didn’t show up on time, he knew something serious had happened.
Last November son got a bad cold and missed one day, so no day off. Because the company relies on temp workers, they eddy in and out, bringing their infections, because they can’t afford to live solidly, or get medical services. A couple of weeks ago, he brought home another bad cold/flu, and generously shared it with the wife and me. Last week, he was so sick that he lost four consecutive days. Since he didn’t get a free one, he booked Friday off.
We’ll have driven past that forest of wind-turbines and solar farms, and saluted RogueBlogger’s home town. I found the file of photos we took in October, and plan to put up a post including them. Two guys in a big city without female supervision, for a whole weekend, what could possibly go wrong?
Saturday, we’re driving up to Novi, MI. to attend the knife show. It’s in the back of a gun show, mostly hunting rifles and shotguns, not much to interest either the kid or I. After we get back, it’s shopping time. The wife is sending a shopping list of stuff to get at the Meijer store, or at Wal-Mart. Sunday we’ll be spending across the street, at the Gibraltar Trade Center, a giant indoor flea market. In a fenced-off section, they are also holding a gun and knife show. The knives will be mostly factory crap, but there will be more hand-guns to drool on and pick up.
It was bad enough before 9/11, but now you just don’t tell the border guards that you’re going to a gun/knife show. I made that mistake the first time we came down. I admitted to a black, female guard, just small enough for her and her .40 caliber Glock to fit into the booth, that we were going to a knife show. “How many knives you bringing in? How many knives you gonna take back? You got an import/export licence??” Now it’s just, “Tourism officer, just getting away from the grind for a weekend. Gonna do some shopping.” They like it if you plan to spend money, but they wanna know if you’ve got a motel room booked, and where.
Not only does the Gibraltar Trade Center have the biggest collection of STUFF under an acre of roof, they’ve also got the biggest collection of food–that’s–bad–for–you, in two food-service areas. Wet burritos, (I’ll raise one to BrainRants.) chilli-cheese nachos, Chinese food, pizza, pretzels and cheese-dip, fries and gravy, (They’ve even learned how to make poutine.) fried chicken, chilli dogs….the list goes on and on. I plan to start early, and have one of everything. Candied almonds, dill pickle on a stick….I hope the bridge holds on the way back.
I’ll try not to look like a rube by staring up at all them big tall, 3 and 4 storey buildings, but the first time I say please, and thank-you, they’ll spot me for a Canuck. We’ll blow the budget on some half-decent restaurants, Denny’s, Outback, maybe some fish and chips. Have I mentioned that I like food??!
The kid works Thursday night, and gets home early Friday. He figures with the adrenalin, he’ll have a shower, change his clothes, and we’ll be on the road well before noon. On re-reading this post, it seems about as exciting as a grocery list, but I hope to bring back some interesting memories that I can share with you. Thanx for stopping in to read. Come back
Tuesday Wednesday for a new post. It won’t be about this trip yet, ‘cause I’m a slow typist, but I’ll pull something out of the recycle bin. Stronger than a locomotive, faster than a speeding bullet, look, up there on the highway, it’s Tourist Geek!