Road trip day but first Scout-man has a shopping list of paint-n-stuff. Now with the new environmental BS paint has gotten a ridiculous price & is garbage (what used to cover in 2 coats now takes 4) so we decided to go with an old standby
T R E M C L A D now the best place to buy this paint is at
(OHNO CrappyTire) http://www.canadiantire.ca
a place I hate with a passion as there’s no rhyme nor reason to the store layout, the high school dropout staff are stupid & lazy to boot! (but ya gotta do what ya gotta do)
With the day half gone I headed the Hyundai east again for the seaway town of http://www.prescott.ca to see what (if anything) was in mother’s safety deposit box. As expected from Canada’s most ignorant bank (the Green Machine) they were in top form, I had left my copy of the will showing me as executor with the accountant in Bowmanville, no can do dude says the head biatche.
As mother’s lawyer was in Morrisburg, http://www.ghosttownpix.com/lostvillages/morrisbu.html a lot closer than B’ville, I decided to get a copy there but by this time it would have to wait until morning. As I felt like just crashing at a motel with food/beer within walking distance, I ended up at http://www.worldexecutive.com/locations/canada/ontario/cornwall/67845.html
In the morning, on the way back to the lawyers I stopped off at a town along the way to see if my cousin was home, but no luck. The lawyer was away on a trip but his fine staff looked after me & I paid a bill that I didn’t know was there.
Leaving the lawyer I passed through http://www.edwardsburghcardinal.ca , where mother had lived for 20+ yrs after father passed on, then continued
on to Prescott, to find an empty safety deposit box. Still have an unresolved issue with the green machine but I’m not losing any sleep over the minimal amount of money involved, as far as I’m concerned they’re history!
I still had one more chore to do, arrange for mother’s death date to be engraved on the marker in Elmwood Cemetery in http://www.beautifulperth.com
father’s ashes are buried. They moved there when mother retired, they sold (gave away) the farm in Tabernacland (freakin’ frogs had caused farmland to be devalued about 1/2 what it was) experienced a decade of the good life outside Quebec before his time came.
So upon leaving Prescott I head West on the 4-nothin’-1 to Brockville to catch County Rd # 29 Smith Falls then #43 on to Perth.
Now for those not familiar with life in Eastern Ontario, the unwritten rules are: 1) If your grandfather wasn’t in business here, you do NOT belong here & never will! 2) Road signs are unnecessary (as in Central America) because if you don’t know where you’re going, you have NO business being here!
So a couple miles after asking where to turn for #29 was a sign showed up, Smith Falls went better as I remembered the puzzle from years ago. Finally arriving in Perth I acted on the assumption (yup ass lol) that someone at the town hall would know the contact person for the cemetery, a strange WTF look was followed by “try an undertaker”, yep that worked.
Met the manager at the cemetery & made arrangements to meet the next morning to sign the paperwork & pay $10.00 (ouch) per letter + $1.30 per letter for McSquinty to steal, for some Tabernacland outfit to come in & do the job.
Spent the night at http://www.perthplazamotel.com Next morning after brekky at Mickey Dees, paper work done headed back via Hwy #7 to Havelock then cross country to Castleton. Just before Havelock, home of http://www.havelockjamboree.com
I hang a north at Marmora towards http://www.ghosttownpix.com/ontario/towns/cordova.html on the way to http://mapcarta.com/24201314 Cordova Lake to visit an old neighbour from my Kendal days. My luck continued, he wasn’t home !
Back to C’ton to check on the progress & call it a day.