The Daughter's Driving Lessons
3 Lessons so far, she's doing good. Lesson one, a parking lot, circles, reverse, learn to steer. Lesson 2, driving down the backstreets. Lesson 3, driving around the backroads from Airdrie to Beisiker, oncoming traffic, higher speeds.
She's learning, quick, getting the hang of it, a few weeks more and she'll be ready for the Deerfoot...
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Bittersweet
And today, the owner has bad news. He's talked to the new owners, they'll be closing the restaurant, March 1st, Feb 28th is the last day.
They strung him along, telling him they'd keep the staff, the name, run the business...
They were lying.
I don't care. This couch surfing and perennial homelessness, it's getting a bit much, I only wanted a couple more weeks to pad the wallet, wanted the weather to improve to do some prospecting before I return to BC, but like a whip the entire 2 week long term forecast changed overnight.
"It could change again" I tell myself.
The other staff, immigrants every one of them, papers tying them to the restaurant, this restaurant, they're not so happy. The salad girl tells me she'll miss us, I understand, we've all been through a lot together. The Nephew, he's tossing the idea of travel, he has savings. The waitress, she's panic-stricken, she needs the job, bad, overspends, doesn't budget, she's in deep trouble. The rest, well, plans will divulge themselves over the next week I'm sure.
We've cancelled the reservations for March, April, May, started telling the regulars, some are in tears, there will be more I'm sure, the restaurant's been there 27 years, people proposed in it, brought up their children there, for a lot of people it's a big part of their lives. The staff as well, nowhere in the world could you get dinner and a show for such a reasonable price. But times change, and this is not necessarily a bad thing. A tank of gas, or 4, a few cans of beans and I'll be hitting the creeks for a few weeks before working my way to BC. I have a feeling that it's time now to earn my own fortune,
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TV
And on these couches I've watched more TV than anyone should ever watch...Dr. Oz, Dr. Phil, Live Kelly, Cityline, it's all idiocy. Sheer and utter vacuous idiocy. I never realized it was this bad.
The new couch, they've got cable, all the channels, 150 or more. New shows, things like Thrift Hunters, which sounds like it would be right up my alley, only it's more garbage, people going to Value Village and buying trash to resell on for a hefty profit on eBay, and watching the credits I see that Telefilm Canada had a hand in it, other Canadian sponsors, why, given it's set in the US, the show looks like it had a budget of roughly $25.00 per episode, hours spent surfing the guide to find nothing to watch, movies, entertainment, the most preposterous confabulations passed off as history, endless unreality, talk shows, interrupted by unending adverts for rubbish, new cars, products, junk food, quack medicines with little hope of remedy and a long list of dire and possibly fatal side effects, if the illness doesn't kill you the cure most certainly will, the promoted prescriptions promising a physical cure for a purely spiritual disease, malaise, the virus of bad ideas and inferior morality passed on to consumers through the very medium that only a short advertisement ago was promising a cure...Just turn it off and the healing will begin. Read a book. Go for a walk. Talk to a human being.
It's insane.
At a friends, Netflix, watching a documentary on Minimalism, she's not getting it, she notices every for 50% off advert, every expansive shoe collection, admiring the ostentation, the very lavish houses and lifestyles the show is seeking to condemn, her attention, she's proving the point...
Days Pass.
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Couch Surfing 2
And couch surfing again, this a 3 week tour, maybe longer, will depend on the new owners, the improvement in the weather leaves me restless to be off and about in the jeep, and all this sleeping on other peoples couches, it's gotten to be a bit much. All well intended and appreciated, but there's a distinct lack of...well, desk, the trifles that I need to get by. A Desk. Maybe a bed, not urgent, a bathroom is more important, and that's it. If I'm here in March I'll have to go looking, there's no peace of mind to found on the couch, in front of the TV, always some idiocy playing, vacuous distraction, the current couch, the full slate of cable, always something inane to distract you from projects of importance, I'm far better prepared this trip, but lacking the privacy to meditate or otherwise catch up is making me insane. "It's only temporary" I tell myself, but that's become at the moment my life...
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