Will you please stop holding my grocery bags hostage

I’m not a trained hostage negotiator, and unfortunately, as of late, this fact is putting me at a disadvantage at certain big box stores. I feel quite unprepared when my purchases are “kidnapped” at the cash register until I offer an answer to their charitable donation request as the ransom to get them back.

I go into retail stores to buy my stuff and get out. I am not there to browse and I typically have a better place to be. I don’t mind a little friendly banter at the cash register, but the only money related question I want to hear is “debit or credit?” Why? Because I expect it. What I don’t expect is to be asked if I’d like to make a charitable contribution to “xyz making the world a better place charity” regardless of how insignificant the amount may be.

It’s like being asked if you’d like to buy Girl Guide cookies while you’re using a stall at a public restroom, and the seller won’t leave until you answer. The point, you ask? It’s a good sentiment, but there is a time and a place for everything. Continue reading

How smart are we if we continue to agree to pay for smart meters?

In my last column I expressed my opposition to the PUC’s application to recover smart meter costs from us through an increase in our delivery charges. Not surprisingly, Brian Curran, president and CEO of PUC, wasn’t a big fan of my column.

Curran replied in a letter in which he let people know that smart electrical meters were mandated by the provincial government. No one is arguing that.

Just because something gets handed down by the provincial government doesn’t mean that we have to like it or go along with it. Does anyone remember the whole eco-fee fiasco? That got overturned quickly when people realized what a train wreck it was.

Perhaps we’re a little bit slower this time, but now many of us are realizing that time-of-use pricing isn’t about conservation, it’s about maximizing provincial coffers, and we shouldn’t have to pay for the meters for them to do so. Continue reading

We didn’t ask for smart meters, so why tap us for cash?

The PUC wants to increase delivery charges starting May 1, “to reflect the recovery of costs for deployed smart meters.” Did we ask for those meters? Are they of any benefit to us? No and no.

Last Thursday’s paper had a very large ad: “Notice of application for an electricity distribution rate change – PUC Distribution Inc.”

If approved, the average impact will be an increase of $3.42 per month for the next 12 months, it said. That’s $41.04 more per year for something we didn’t want in the first place. Given the 29,385 meters already installed, PUC will be clawing back $1,205,960 over 12 months.

If you ask me, PUC should not be taking that money from us. It had pretty tidy net earnings for the past three years running, and taking a quick peek at PUC annual reports, I’d say there are a few places the corporation could look for that money other than in the pockets of cash-strapped senior citizens and many others on fixed incomes. Continue reading

Derail provincial government’s plan to kill train travel

Why are so many decisions being made that may seem positive in the short-term (at least to some), but could well have horrific long-term consequences?

Take what’s going on with rail transportation in Ontario, where the government wants to close passenger rail lines to smaller communities across the province for a lack of a business case. When is the last time that a community had to justify a road with a business case?

I know that we’re in debt. We’re in a hole all right, more like an open-pit mine. Not unlike such a mine, they’re digging us deeper and deeper, looking for pockets of “gold” and selling them to the highest bidder. End of the day, we’ve raped the landscape and are looking up at a polluted sky from the bottom of a pit, with no way out.

There’s a better way, but it will require long-term thinking, which you may have noticed isn’t particularly rampant among politicians and businesspeople as they seek short-term gains in order to remain in power.

I’m no chess player, but the concept of thinking several moves ahead is a good metaphor here.

If Ontario is the chess board, then the tall king represents the skyscrapers of Toronto. His prestige status is accorded by being the hub of political power. Continue reading

Time is not on our side with Daylight Saving Time

Daylight Saving Time is one of those common practices that seems to defy common sense, but yet, no one does anything about it except complain.

Daylight Saving Time (DST) refers to moving clocks forward one hour in the spring and back again in the fall. Depending where you are reading this, you may or may not be subject to this atrocity, which I can only describe as cruel and unusual punishment.

No one is being fooled here — well at least no one in Saskatchewan or Arizona is being fooled. If anyone is still in “the dark,” let me enlighten you. DST does not add daylight. In a letter to the editor to the Denver Post, I read one of my most favourite comments regarding this archaic practice: “As a wise old Arizona Native American chief once said when daylight saving was explained to him: ‘Only a white man would believe that you could cut a foot off the top of a blanket and sew it to the bottom of a blanket and have a longer blanket.’”

Really we aren’t saving any daylight — just shifting our schedules around it — so shouldn’t we call it daylight shifting time? Continue reading

It’s called Fat Tuesday for reason — beware the foodoo

People ask, “Where did you go? What did you see?” when I returned from New Orleans. I blurt out a few destinations, but run out of words quickly. If only they’d ask, “What did you eat?” Then I’d have all kinds of stories.

I’ll pretend you’ve asked.

My first succulent stop was a Po’ Boy. Take a slightly crusty French loaf and top it with fried wonders (crawfish, or scallops, or oysters, or in my case, shrimp) layer tomato and pickles (and sometimes coleslaw) and a creamy peppery sauce, and flank the sandwich with a pile of fries.

Then stand back and watch it disappear, like magic. The creamy white chocolate bread pudding was an even more able illusionist; it was on my plate for what seemed like no longer than a split second.

They say there is black magic and voodoo in New Orleans, and I am apt to agree now. Continue reading

Cancer rears it’s ugly head: Blog is raw, funny and informative

I check my email more often than I need to because, for me, it’s like buying a lottery ticket — there’s hope in it every time. If I get a soulful message from my better-half I feel like I’ve hit the jackpot. The very name of some of my friends and relatives in my inbox makes me positively giddy. My life suddenly makes more sense for the connections I have to some really amazing people.

When there are no new messages, or just a bunch of spam and solicitations, I deflate a bit. It makes me realize that there is little in this life that matters other than those connections.

On Jan. 4, there was an “anti-jackpot” waiting for me. Words fell like hammers as I read my friend’s Facebook status: “Y’ever wondered what it would be like to be told you had cancer? Well now I know. A doctor told me so today. No suspense. No foreplay.

Just this: You have cancer … BAM!! Well, Happy New Year!” Continue reading

Arm yourself with knowledge before you become the next scam victim

In my last column, I warned readers about a somewhat convincing scam where someone cold-calls you to help “fix” your computer. I worried that it might trick less savvy citizens into giving out their personal information and/or credit card numbers to supposed Microsoft or Windows staff, and I wanted to warn readers to protect themselves and their friends. Yet, I was left wanting to know whose job it was to protect Canadians from scammers like these — after all this is fraud. Continue reading

It’s not rude to hang up on someone who is trying to steal from you

For months now, friends have been telling me about a telephone scam in which supposed Microsoft people call to help them fix their computers. Not until last week, did I get the call. I played along, and actually found some of what they said mildly believable, so I decided to warn you of what they say, what they want, and provide some information on how you can stop them from scamming you and others too.

My telephone rang and the caller ID didn’t display a number and said “out of area.” I picked up and heard a man with an East-Indian accent telling me that he was a Windows service provider, and that his company had received reports that my computer is slow and sluggish because I had downloaded a malicious file from the Internet.

In the background, I could hear others talking in a call-centre setting — this was not a small operation. Continue reading

Quiet the clutter: sell it, donate it, change it or recycle it

Over the holidays I spent many a peaceful night admiring the Christmas tree lights in the dark, once the house was quiet. Now, with opened presents stacked under the tree in the daylight, all I can think is, “What’s that noise?” The noise is coming from the presents under the tree, it’s coming from the pile of papers on the ottoman, from the kids’ room, my closet, and from the tree itself: “Put me away!” they scream in unison. It’s January, and it’s time to quiet the clutter.

I’m not sure where to start, so I’ll start with the muffled yells from my purse, since they say to begin with small wins to propel you forward. Oh, purse, how did so many pens migrate to your insides? Time to relocate you back to the supplies drawer. I open the drawer, but only a crack, and toss in the pens. No need to see the mess waiting in there for me later.

Wallet, it’s also time to purge you of those coupons that perished on Dec. 31.

To-do lists, you are going to be done electronically from now on. I am tired of wasting time rewriting you every time the paper gets too tattered or the list gets too long. Continue reading