Creeva’s World 2.0

This week­end I didn’t get to play with my N810 as much as I had hoped (but the day isn’t over yet.)  I did man­age to get a few things done this week­end though.

Yes­ter­day we made it out to the flea mar­ket to browse around and hope­fully snag a good deal.   Unfor­tu­nately since the arrival of e-bay to the main stream, the flea mar­ket isn’t as good as it used to be (the same can be said about antique stores), so we didn’t man­age to spend any hard earned money.   I’m not really that heart broken.

I was going to trans­pose some music for my sis­ter, but I though I would run to the music store and pick up some­thing for her to play imme­di­ately.   We made it to the music store and for alto sax­o­phone they had 5 book­lets of music, and none of them any good.  For trum­pet they had one extra book, still noth­ing of inter­est.   I guess musi­cians don’t buy music at the store any more or at least not in north­west Ohio.

Then we got it into our heads that we wanted to buy a pair of Doc Marten boots, iron­i­cally these are next to impos­si­ble to find these days.  Four malls and many miles on the road and still no Doc Marten boots.   Plenty of Doc Marten shoes (of the same 8–10 styles), but no boots.   On a sat­ur­day so far we were com­ing up dry.

On the way home we stopped at Home Depot and picked up a new garbage dis­posal.  There was two prices on the thing, one for 99.99 on the dis­play, and 109.00 on the shelf.   We picked one up and headed to the self check-out, and it rang up 109.00.   Now I was more then will­ing to pay for it at that price, but I wanted to know what the dis­crep­ancy was.  We picked it up off the self-checkout (with­out pay­ing of course) and wan­dered back towards the appli­ances.   After man­ag­ing to hunt some­one down in the proper sec­tion they came over and looked at the area I pulled the garabage dis­posal from.     He stated that it was mis­marked, since the 99.99 was a sale price they didn’t remove.   They adjusted the price to the 99.99, sav­ing me 9.01 in the process.

When we arrived home we were still on our Doc Marten kick, so I man­aged to find a web site that had them at a price we were will­ing to pay — 109.99 for mine and 149.99 for Xie’s which is about 40–50.00 below retail.   When we got the check­out page it asked for a promo code, so I searched online and found a 20% of coupon.   Apply­ing this saved me another 53.00, plus free ship­ping and no tax.   This leads to believe the pur­pose of phys­i­cal retail loca­tion is becom­ing the place you go to get quick buy it now items, or phys­i­cally check some­thing out before order­ing it online.   The new Doc Marten’s are iden­ti­cal to the one’s I wore almost every day for 3–4 years straight.   So I have a strong belief in the dura­bil­ity of Doc Marten’s and think they are worth every penny.

As the night started wind­ing down we started to watch 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.   Xie fell asleep on my chest (I had fallen asleep first.) At a round 11:30 she roused us and said it was time to head up for the bed.   I sat and smoked a cig­a­rette and was imme­di­ately wide awake.   At this point I thought I should do some­thing use­ful so I spent 40 min­utes and replaced the garbage dis­posal.   It seems the last owner of the house didn’t like plumb­ing very much, the pipes are just kind of pushed together with noth­ing really secur­ing them. I man­aged to get htem back together but made a men­tal I would need to replace at a later date, so my plumb­ing job is about equal to his, but my wiring is infinetly bet­ter since I don’t have exposed wiring showing.

I was sit­ting down and smok­ing again and the door bell rang.   I won­dered who the heck was ring­ing the door bell at 12:30 at night so I wan­dered over and opened the door.  I was ding dong ditched.  Grrrrrrrrrr.  I then took care of the dogs and wan­dered off to bed.

Today I went and installed mag­netic fas­ten­ers on the cab­i­net doors, our cats are too smart for their own good.  This should keep the cats out of the cup­boards.  One of them still has a prob­lem with eat­ing a pack of cig­a­rettes a day, we’re get­ting bet­ter at putting them out of his reach when we go to bed though.  Last night he dug through Xie’s purse and pulled the pack out, at that point he then pro­ceeded to dine.   I’m just wait­ing for him to get into the rum.