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Sorry for not updating for a while; 20 hours of travel and lugging all those bags was rough!

People's attitudes toward Covid at Amsterdam Schipol vs the Lisbon airport where we had an eight hour (ugh) layover are night and day. Almost nobody was wearing their masks correctly in Amsterdam. Dicknoses, as Danae called them, proliferated. In Lisbon, we saw just a few people who were *not* wearing theirs correctly. That, plus the fact that negative Covid tests were required to get in flights, plus the fact that we've both been vaccinated, helped us both feel better about the whole thing.

The 2 hour flight from Amsterdam to Lisbon was packed, but the 8 hour ride from Lisbon to Toronto was pretty lightly populated. One person near us had an entire center row of three seats to himself, so he spread out and slept. Nice! Seregil tolerated the ride fairly well, even though I was nervous and anxious about him and his health the whole time. I've never traveled with cats and I have this sense that they can be really delicate creatures. Though Seregil has been pretty resilient, 20-ish hours of travel is the longest he's ever had to deal with being in a carrier. Fortunately, I didn't need to worry. He's spending some time here in a closet at the house, but he's also spending some time exploring and visiting folks. He's going to be fine.

So we're settled in to Danae's parents' place in Hamilton. Unfortunately, Danae is sick and has been feeling progressively cruddier over the past few days. Maye she caught something on the planes. I feel fine, and her parents haven't gotten sick either which is good. We worried particularly about her parents when it comes to Covid and sickness in general; they are in their 70s and 80s respectively. Healthy folks, but at higher risk just due to age.

Her parents both really care about us, and I love being around her mother. Her dad is politically conservative, is a climate change denier, and can't understand the difference between fascism, socialism, and communism and seems to think that socialist public policy means Khmer Rouge-like mass exterminations. But if we manage to not talk about his ideas that make me want to scream, he's a really interesting person. He was a little boy in the London area during the World War II blitz, and knowing someone who experienced that is something amazing in itself. He was a draftsman for Ontario Hydro and is into vintage hi-fi gear, both things that I do my best to have fun conversations with him about. It's fun talking infrastructure and electronics with him! Honestly, if he wasn't Danae's dad, I doubt the two of us would enjoy talking with each other, but since he is and we (or at least I) am concentrating on the good parts of hanging out, it's mostly good. He's also trying hard to get pronouns right with me. (Though honestly it doesn't really bother me when he gets it wrong. Danae wishes I was better about claiming metaphorical space for myself, but I'm not.) Unfortunately, her brother has some very similar politics, and I'm not in a position to spend enough time with him to see his other sides. Fortunately, we typically only see him once-a-visit.

We're also beginning to plan our trip to Regina and the process of getting Canadian cell phones and all that fun stuff. Canadian pre-paid plans are completely ridiculous. Your funds expire monthly. It's like the worst parts of a monthly subscription combined with the worst parts of a pre-paid plan. They are also vastly more expensive than Dutch plans. In the Netherlands I was paying 13 euros for 6 GB and unlimited messages and calls. In Canada, it's $40 for 2.5 GB. And it expires monthly. Wow.

Ok, folks are getting dinner together, so I'm going to sign off for now.
stormdog: (Tawas dog)
I called up my cellular service provider, FreedomPop, to address a few issues I've been having lately that have been making me crazy. First was the fact that my use of voice and text services was suspended due to, according to the message on the phone, insufficient account balance. My services include unlimited text and voice, so that was confusing. It turns out that minor use of data is required for voice and text services, so once I'm out of data, unlimited voice and text becomes no voice and text. Annoying, but it will work again tomorrow.

The tech on the phone spoke as though automatic top-up being disabled on my account was an error that he could transfer me to billing to resolve. No, I don't want auto top-up. Really really.

I asked about the fact that nobody can seem to hear my voice unless I'm using speakerphone or a Bluetooth earpiece, but he didn't seem to understand my issue. Either that, or he just wanted me to update my phone's firmware before addressing other issues, because that's what he wanted me to do. Unfortunately, the instructions he sent do not actually work; there's no system update option where there's supposed to be. Posi looked at it in Indiana and he couldn't figure it out either. I'll have to call back on that.

Googling led me to what seems to be a solution for the bad microphone issue. Crud gets in the microphone hole on this phone and other people have had success by sticking a pin up in the hold and wiggling it around. I did that and the situation seems to be much improved. My phone is a phone again! Mostly.

None of that helped, though, when I was driving around the terminals at O'Hare trying to pick Miriam up, forty-five minutes late thanks to rush hour traffic, not knowing which area she'd be at, not being able to contact her by phone, and freaking out that I'm running out of gas and that I'll stall in the middle of traffic and get towed and arrested. Fortunately I saw her during my first loop around. Once she got in the car I totally lost my composure at her. I hate dealing with O'Hare, and this was the worst experience I've had doing it.

All that aside, it was really wonderful to see her again!

I just did a quick 16 mile ride from Evanston down to the south end of the North Shore Channel Trail. More interesting early 20th century infrastructure, the channel was created shortly after the reversal of the Chicago River to help flush the north branch of the Chicago river down toward the Mississippi. The north branch of the river connects to the channel via a small waterfall. I explored the park around the junction briefly, seeing several fisherman and some large birds hanging out opportunistically.

It was a great trip. I wish I had more time to get to know this city by bike.

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Danae's parents are in town for most of a week and I'm spending some time with them. They took us out for food at Walker Pancake House this morning, a place full of salvaged leaded glass windows and other architectural remnants. Their hotel has a strange sort of modernist aesthetic. The chairs in the restaurant are all plastic. Some of them are transparent, which makes the crumbs and other detritus piled up behind the seat cushions pretty obvious. I'm not sure they're a good choice.

It's nice to see people I care about who live far away!

There was a dog parked in a car outside the Pancake House. The windows were cracked open, but the dog looked overheated and the car was in directly sunlight. I was worried enough to call the police department. They did send a squad car around ten or fifteen minutes later, but the dog-owner had just left. I'm glad the dog's ok, but I wish people would think more about what they're doing.

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