Tidbits

Reading this blog must be like waiting for the bus. Nothing comes for a long while, then there's three in a row.

Part of this is because I'm naturally lazy, but part is because I've been holding back, going, well, I could write about this, but it's not that interesting. But at any rate we've had a paltry few tidbits of interest this past week.

Car

Last weekend we rejoined the driving classes after a haitus of about a year and a half. A while back Margo and I agreed that, once our savings reached a certain level, we'd buy a car, even though we don't really need one. Neither of us drive to work/school, and we only have about one or two trips a week where a car would be nice. But on the other hand, we've hardly left the city since moving here, and there's lots of lower BC that we haven't explored. And having a car makes errands much more convenient for Margo, especially in bad weather.

We ended up with an '09 Hyundai Accent, the GL trim with the power locks and such you'd expect. It was the newest car that fit our budget - Hyundais depreciate faster than comparable models, and as a result we were able to get it at a price about 3/5ths of a 2010 (new) model. It's basic, cheap, and economical. And Hyndais are much more dependable than they used to be. It's silver (ok) and automatic (ick, but Margo's preference). I have yet to really drive it; I've only taken it round the block to help Margo unload groceries. It was also the first time I've paid cash for a vehicle, so it's nice to remain debt free (which, living in Vancouver, can be quite a challenge).

Pink Shirt Day

Wednesday was Pink Shirt Day, a nationwide campaign to stop bullying. Sarah's school, and I'm guessing most or all other Canadian schools, take bullying quite seriously. Anyway, this year Sarah made her own shirt, and I snagged a photo before she went to school.


Recital

Today was another recital at the local music academy where Sarah and Margo have piano lessons. Again, Margo declined to perform (these are mostly for kids). Sarah performed a ditty with strong forte/piano dynamics entitled Grumpy Old Troll. She threatened to dedicate it to her father. I threatened to heckle her. Neither happened.


I couldn't get an autofocus lock quickly enough for her bow.


I registered for lessons next Fall, so all three of us will be attending at the same time. But since I'm already a master of the keys, I'll be honing my axe shredding instead. There shall be none more metal.