would you be the savior of the broken the beaten and the damned

( Questions of Days )

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Heard from the contractor today. Apparently they had to ask the engineer modify the plans to use different materials or something? Anyway, he'll be back Wednesday to go over the changes with us so we can sign off on them and I'll find out the details then.

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One of the advantages of working for a bank, I get a deal on buying shares, so I have been doing that and squirreling them away into my retirement savings. As a shareholder I get to vote on proposals that have been presented to the board of directors. The proposals are always things like "divest in oil companies" and "pay our taxes" and come with a recommendation from the board to vote against.

You can probably figure out which way I vote. I know it won't make any difference because the board has more shares than anybody else, but it might be a good temperature check for them if they pay attention to that kind of thing.

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Gout is a fucking pain in the... well, the knee. It hurts like a motherfucker. Moving the joint is bad, because it causes more damage, but because I've been avoiding bending it for the past couple of days now the muscles all down that leg are cramped up and I'm dealing with some mild - but still annoying - sciatica as well. So fuck it. I'm walking to the gf's place this afternoon which will work out the muscle cramps and I'll just deal with the rest.

Dairy is supposed to be good for reducing purine levels, so I had extra yogourt this morning in my breakfast. And a quick internet search says Vitamin C is supposed to be good too, so I'll hunt around and see if we have any of that on hand.

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Called the physio for the Old Man and left a message. Making a note here to remind me to follow up if I don't hear back from her.

I got him signed up on WheelTrans so I can get him back and forth to appointments without having to dump three figures on a taxi every time. I got some feedback from people who have needed their service that WheelTrans is kind of shit because you have to book a week ahead. "No problem," says I, "He has to make these appointments months in advance, so that's lots of time."

Only it turns out what people mean when they say a week in advance, is only a week in advance. So even though he has a specialist appointment in April, I can't book him on a trip until one week before the appointment. And if the time slot fills up, too bad.

So yeah, that's pretty crap.

In the summertime I might try just taking him on the streetcar since the new ones have access ramps. If people in this city can just stop stabbing each other for a hot minute.