I hate it, the end.

Just kindling, well, not about hating it but the end part.  One thing I’ve learned is you get what you pay for.  A friend of mine, John Novak, is the proprietor of the moving company Tippet-Richardson.  The company has been around for many years, and their reputation for quality service is well deserved.  A little pricey but as John has reminded me, on more than one occasion, “you time is worth money and Is the best use of your time packing boxes?”  Up until now I haven’t told him he’s right.  If you’re moving soon and you need a mover, give them a call.  A good moving company can eliminate a lot of stress.

I also learned that when you move you get nickeled and dimmed to death.  From the gas, water, electric and cable companies, all charge a disconnect fee as well as fee to start services again when you move into your new home.  Why?  Because they can.  God forbid getting someone to agree to pay a renewal fee for their mortgage, that’s simply preposterous.  But it’s perfectly acceptable to pay a reconnect fee for the privilege of watching TV. 

I’ve learned that the land transfer fee in the city of Toronto boarders on criminal.  Mayor Rob Ford promised to do away with the fee when he was campaigning, and yet here I am cutting him, and the province of Ontario, a cheque for an obscene sum of money.  Mr. Mayor, I’ll give you a pass on the land transfer tax if you provide me with added services.  Like picking me up every morning and giving me a ride to work, by piggy-back.

I also learned that the sound of boxes being tapped is really annoying.  It’s right up there with nails scratching a blackboard, a dentist’s drill and Joan Rivers voice.

Until next time,

Cheers.