Grey Skies are Gonna Clear up……..
May 18, 2006
It was 3:30am and Caesar (who sleeps between us when it’s cold – and it’s cold) was scratching his ear and shaking his head. He couldn’t get relief so up we got and cleaned his ear and applied his prescription ear salve. It took him another half hour for it to help and for him to settle down.
We sank back into a deep sleep and when we woke, it was absolutely pouring rain – a downpour. The sky was dark on all horizons so we didn’t give it any hope of clearing up. Caesar did not want to get out of bed but if we had to get up, so did he. He ate his breakfast and within ten minutes vomited it all up. I was starting to think this wasn’t going to be our best day.
We weren’t going far – less than seventy miles to Orangeville, north of Toronto. The rain showed no signs of abating so no point in waiting and I went out to move the Honda into place ready for hook-up. The remote door opener didn’t work which gave me pause. Of course, the car wouldn’t start and the gauges were jerking and ticking. AARGH!
A phone call to CAA resulted in a promise of assistance within half an hour and they came through; the driver arrived in 27 minutes. He jump-started it with his little power box and told us we should get the electrical system checked. Hanover has a Honda dealership so we took the car in. “You need a new battery” we were told. “Is that all?” we thought and gladly gave the go ahead to replace the battery. Wouldn’t you think that an ailing battery would show symptoms and not just suddenly stop?
We couldn’t help think “What else will go wrong” as we gassed up Maggie (97.2 cents a litre – cheapest so far) and headed for Orangeville. Other than the socked in torrent, all went well. The location we chose in the Walmart gave us a pretty good wifi signal and Fernie got to play online poker for the first time this trip.
Orangeville, while a town of only 26,000 people, seemed more urban than the towns we’d visited. Its proximity to Toronto made for a more citified feel. It was 2:30 pm and both our stomachs were growling. We missed breakfast and lunch and Fernie was craving fish and chips. It was recommended by a local that we go to a little ‘Newfie’ joint, a bit away from the commercial centre because they had the ‘best’. We had halibut and chips and we didn’t order the senior meal – it was yummy! And we ate the lot.
Caesar stayed curled up asleep as animals will do when ailing but later on he bounced back to normal, demanding we play ball with him and he was as hungry as an overweight person before they weigh in at their Weight-Watchers meeting.
The rain stopped later on and the sun poked its rays through the clouds for a while predicting a good day for tomorrow.
It was 3:30am and Caesar (who sleeps between us when it’s cold – and it’s cold) was scratching his ear and shaking his head. He couldn’t get relief so up we got and cleaned his ear and applied his prescription ear salve. It took him another half hour for it to help and for him to settle down.
We sank back into a deep sleep and when we woke, it was absolutely pouring rain – a downpour. The sky was dark on all horizons so we didn’t give it any hope of clearing up. Caesar did not want to get out of bed but if we had to get up, so did he. He ate his breakfast and within ten minutes vomited it all up. I was starting to think this wasn’t going to be our best day.
We weren’t going far – less than seventy miles to Orangeville, north of Toronto. The rain showed no signs of abating so no point in waiting and I went out to move the Honda into place ready for hook-up. The remote door opener didn’t work which gave me pause. Of course, the car wouldn’t start and the gauges were jerking and ticking. AARGH!
A phone call to CAA resulted in a promise of assistance within half an hour and they came through; the driver arrived in 27 minutes. He jump-started it with his little power box and told us we should get the electrical system checked. Hanover has a Honda dealership so we took the car in. “You need a new battery” we were told. “Is that all?” we thought and gladly gave the go ahead to replace the battery. Wouldn’t you think that an ailing battery would show symptoms and not just suddenly stop?
We couldn’t help think “What else will go wrong” as we gassed up Maggie (97.2 cents a litre – cheapest so far) and headed for Orangeville. Other than the socked in torrent, all went well. The location we chose in the Walmart gave us a pretty good wifi signal and Fernie got to play online poker for the first time this trip.
Orangeville, while a town of only 26,000 people, seemed more urban than the towns we’d visited. Its proximity to Toronto made for a more citified feel. It was 2:30 pm and both our stomachs were growling. We missed breakfast and lunch and Fernie was craving fish and chips. It was recommended by a local that we go to a little ‘Newfie’ joint, a bit away from the commercial centre because they had the ‘best’. We had halibut and chips and we didn’t order the senior meal – it was yummy! And we ate the lot.
Caesar stayed curled up asleep as animals will do when ailing but later on he bounced back to normal, demanding we play ball with him and he was as hungry as an overweight person before they weigh in at their Weight-Watchers meeting.
The rain stopped later on and the sun poked its rays through the clouds for a while predicting a good day for tomorrow.
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