Oliver and I go to Starbucks for a break between school and a vet visit.

Clerk: If you make that cappuccino a Christmas drink, you can get it for free.

Me: Like what?

Clerk: How about a Holiday Spice Flat White?

Me: Can I have that, but without the holiday spice?

The clerk smiles: we’ve entered into a conspiracy together. He spends a frustrated minute trying to make this happen.

Clerk: I’m afraid I can’t make the till do that.

Foiled by technology.

I expect that if it weren’t “buy one holiday drink, get another one free” day, with the resulting deluge of customers, he might have been able to nudge-nudge, wink-wink this to the colleague standing 5 feet from him who was about to be charged with the conjuring of my drink.

But not today.

I grew up in Ontario eating three meals a day: breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Catherine also grew up in Ontario eating three meals a day, but hers were breakfast, dinner and supper. In Catherine’s world a lunch was something you had after a Junior Farmers dance or a funeral.

Here on Prince Edward Island the midday meal is know by both lunch and dinner; here in town, at least, “let’s grab lunch” will be commonly understood to mean “let us share a midday meal together,” and not “let us get together after a funeral.”

But as you radiate out from town, “will you be home for dinner” is more likely to mean “will you be home at noon” and not “will you be home at 6.”

The Queen Elizabeth Hospital menu for patients comes down solidly on the side of dinner for the midday meal. Catherine had some minor surgery this week, and this is the menu left in her room for her to make choices from yesterday morning:

I have never, in all my 51 years, spent an overnight in a hospital, and so I’ve never, in all my 51 years, been subject to hospital meals. Being as close to a vegetarian as one can be without formally declaring, I’m daunted by the prospect of having to do so in the future: as you can see from the choices offered to Catherine yesterday, vegetarian-friendly options aren’t on offer on the default menu (I assume that, if special arrangements were made in advance, this could be worked around; at least I hope so).

Daniel Stenberg created curl, the utility you’ve probably never heard of that, under the hood, is an invaluable part of how the Internet works.

As he described with humility and good humour here, Stenberg was awarded the Polhem Prize for this work.

Beyond the deserved recognition, perhaps the greatest result of the prize is this video wherein he describes what curl is, and how open source works.

Welcome to another episode of “Pete tries to keep his 2000 VW Jetta on the road until 2020.”

Before getting to the relevant plot points, as an aside let me point out that when I was 17 years old, in 1983, the notion that my parents would be driving around a 17 year old car from 1966 would have been absurd. So, go car industry and your making cars that last longer!

I took the Jetta into Dave’s Service Centre yesterday for an early pass at the annual motor vehicle inspection (the current inspection doesn’t expire until December 31); I knew I had some bulbs out, and I thought I might as well kill several birds with one stone.

In addition to the bulbs, it turns out that I need (a) a new catalytic convertor and (b) a new power steering pressure hose and (c) new rear rotors.

The catalytic converter was an expected issue: Dave’s been nursing it along with a weld here and a weld there for several years, but it’s time. Fortunately Mufflercentre has a relatively inexpensive solution for that.

The rear rotors were also expected: I had the front ones done earlier this year, and so it was time for them too.

The power steering pressure hose is another matter, however: a locally-sourced part is about $300. Dorothy at Dave’s suggested that, what with me being computer savvy, I might be able to find a cheaper part online and, as it happens, I did: eBay had a Sunsong North America 3402061 Power Steering Pressure Hose that cost me $US 108, shipping included. It’s winging its way here for delivery next week.

The road to 2020 continues.

In a sure sign that the Canada 150 hoopla is drawing to a close, the large 1867 numbers that have been sitting on the Confederation Centre plaza since the spring were loaded on a flatbed truck this morning to go on to their next assignment.

They were, disconcertingly for someone with my eyes, loaded on the truck in 1678 order, but perhaps this is because they’re being shipped to Padua for the Elena Cornaro Piscopia 340 celebrations.

Our small family at Grownups Read Things They Wrote as Kids.

If you’re in or near Chicagoland this week, the tour continues on from Charlottetown to a secret location in Chicago this Wednesday, November 8, 2017. Somebody tell the Obamas.

John Gruber went to check out the iPhone X line at the Apple Store in Philadelphia. People in the line had questions for him. He recorded them. I would happily watch a weekly show with this cast of characters.

An excellent (and pleasantly ironic) way to learn more about Hannah Bell, Green Party candidate in this month’s District 11 by-election, is through this interview with her by Premier Wade MacLauchlan.

I’ve been a beneficiary of several gifts from the household-move of our friend Catherine, including this lovely 1976 poster from the United Nations Conference on Human Settlements.