I posted last week about my longtime client losing his wife, and so he has. I will have to go to the funeral and now I have a new challenge, because I read her death notice and discovered they have a son called Gandalf.

They have two daughters with unremarkable names, nothing literary or fanciful... and they have a son called Gandalf. 

Nobody warned me about this – well, maybe nobody else knew either. I didn't know his wife's name till she died. I never met her.

In case I have to be introduced to Gandalf I suppose it's best I've been warned. My mother had a tendency to laugh inappropriately at funerals and I don't want to follow in her footsteps.

Samuel Macey alias Banstone was born in Fonthill Gifford, Wiltshire, in 1790 and married Charlotte Whitaker in 1809. His alias was not due to shady dealings, because his family had been using Banstone as an alternate name for generations.

Samuel was an agricultural worker. In 1830, he got caught up in the Swing Riots, which were an attempt to destroy new forms of agricultural machinery that were putting people out of work. He was convicted and sentenced to transportation, and arrived in Tasmania in May 1831, leaving behind Charlotte and their nine children.

Samuel received a pardon in 1836, but I find no documentary trail until the 1871 UK census, which shows him back in Fonthill Gifford, aged 82, living with his brother John, aged 78. Despite their age, they were both described as labourers.  Samuel's daughter Charlotte and his son Henry were still living in the village too, but his wife had died in 1851.

It was apparently unusual for transportees to go home, but Samuel managed it.

I feel there’s room for a graphic novel in here somewhere, but haven’t quite got it sussed out yet.

Samuel Macey was my great-great-grandfather’s brother. 

Next, Louisa Ryan, the first white woman in the Cariboo.

Heya all! I'm accepting votes on what creature I illustrate for the letter R in my Fantasy Alphabet Series.

Options are:

• Rakshasa
• Remorhazes
• Revenant
• Roper
• Rust Monster

And votes on Patreon count double!

I've never figured out why, but I'm hard on keyboards. The present one is on its last legs, the letters worn off and the caps cratered. Luckily I ordered a new one a few weeks ago, and will shortly replace it with a fresh one.

I live in one of those 1920s Montreal apartments with a built-in corner cabinet – these are pervasive, with glassed doors on the top, a drawer in the middle, and a closed cupboard on the bottom. (Anyone who lives here will have seen dozens of these - they were put into every damn apartment of this vintage.)

I've been girding myself to shift out all the dead junk that has arrived in the bottom cupboard. Most of it is either old computer hardware or peripherals, or cables that are no longer useful. And conveniently, someone left two perfectly good large Rubbermaid trash bins under our staircase, ages ago. Nobody ever uses them. So I've commandeered one and am filling it with electro junk. I may need to commandeer both eventually.

Now the thing is: do I spend good money on a taxi to the Eco Centre like a good citizen, and waste an afternoon dealing with sorting this junk into bins while being shouted at by bad-tempered city employees, or do I give in to my weaker impulses and put it out with the regular garbage pickup on Friday?

There are, by the way, now 11 badly eroded keyboards in the bin. I'm about to add a 12th.

And as a footnote, not to worry. Döstädning is Swedish death cleaning, but there's nothing wrong with me. It's more a question of taking the attitude of “would anyone want this stuff if I were dead?” and then chucking out all the stuff you know they wouldn’t.

Our go-to restaurant for trivia unexpectedly canceled their contract in the middle of the season.  Too few customers?  I'm guessing attendance falls further on that night.  So we went elsewhere and triumphed over a much larger crowd!

What city has the oldest subway system in the USA?

What scale is used to measure the spiciness of peppers?

Who fought Muhammad Ali at the Thrilla In Manila?

What country has the most combined men's and women's World Cup championships?

London Bridge was disassembled and moved to Lake Havasu​​​​​​​ in what US state?

I haven't had my hair cut since Covid. 

It's a big mass of not-quite-straight but not-really-curly coarse reddish mop. I admit, it's inappropriate for a woman my age to have her hair long below her shoulderblades, but there it is. Around the house, and often when I'm outside, I twist it up into what would be a man bun, if I happened to be a man. 

I've always brushed it out every day, but somehow, over the last month or so, it has developed a massive mat in the back which I cannot deal with. I've known I'm going to have to get help with it, and I was given the name and number of a woman who makes house calls to do hair. I can't abide salons.

So I call her up, and she's coping with her father’s death, which is ongoing. She didn't actually sound devastated – he's 97, he's got to go sometime, she said. The doctor said he would die this morning, but he's hanging on!

I told her it wasn't an emergency. What else could I say?

Where did the blazing ball of radioactive fire go

Why is my third floor habitable

What do you mean we don't need to water the garden

What is this damp substance on the ground

I am confused

I walked through Little Italy today, lots of people inside and out watching the Canada-Morocco match, but the vibe wasn’t like it is when the Azzurri are on the field. 

Now I’m back to doing a book cover for a collection of Marxist writings on which I’ve been asked not to put a portrait of Karl. So maybe Harpo?

One of my two main clients has been going through hell lately because his wife has cancer and has not been getting better. He called me yesterday to tell me that she has elected to have MAID (Medical Assistance in Dying) next Monday.

He was crying.

I said some things, but have been thinking, one grew up with certain formulaic things to say if someone’s relative was seriously ill or had died, but no appropriate responses when told that person had scheduled their death.

I mean, you can’t say “I hope it goes well.”

What American comptitive eater has won the Mustard Yellow Belt a record 17 times?

What sort of fully-functioning object was "America", a 227-pound 18-karat gold artwork that was exhibited at the Guggenheim Museum and then stolen from Blenheim Palace?

What American company (the world's first billion-dollar corporation) was co-founded in 1901 by Elbert Henry Gary, for whom Gary, Indiana was named?