Garage Sale Season Begins
The season begins. One advertised, but driving around I find a few more. This morning's treasures:
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A miniature accordion, a "holy toast" miracle maker, ...
Quite possibly the worst piece of devilish wire-wrapping I've seen. And I've done it.
And, finally, the one treasure of the morning:
a case with 2 gameboy advances, 2 chargers (one for the car), and 49 games. $40.00.
Somehow I thought the kids would be a little more excited by this one, the nostalgia and all, but I have yet to have a nibble. In any event I won't have lost any money on it...
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Shot in the head...
News from the thrift shop, that a former clerk, beautiful young woman of 36, was shot in the head by her boyfriend.
I'd read about it in the paper, no names so didn't guess who it was, nobody knew but eventually the truth percolated out. That's the thing out here, you're only ever one degree of separation from the news.
Apparently, still in the hospital, 'recovering', although what recovery is like from a gunshot to the head remains to be seen. Perhaps lucky it wasn't fatal, but only perhaps.
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Kelowna
Kelowna, again, a last minute deal with JR gives me his car, and I'm off.
9:00 leaving Balfour after work, a 4 1/2 hour drive and I'm there, on the outskirts of Kelowna.
The drive, deer, coyotes on the highway, careful careful, a pleasant night with tunes of my own choosing bluetoothed onto the stereo (and I need to download more, my playlist not nearly varied enough), the back, the smell of wet dogs, but spacious enough to spread out.
I need a car like this. A car with a working muffler / speakers / doors / windows / transmission...
A car that goes places.
Monday, the Dentist/Periodontist for a thorough deep clean. Topical anesthesia, then lie back for 2 hours while the ultrasound whines in your ears, and then the pounding, pulling, scraping of the deep clean. I feel nothing.
Trying to move, mentally, into a happy place I fail. Instead I end up in a hypnopompic fugue, where ideas and images just wander in and out of my consciousness.
SO many of these thoughts are of a character that I'd never consider, considered, so random and unrelated that I'm forced again to consider the idea that thoughts - ideas, consciousness - are not local to our brain, rather, our mind is attuned to a certain frequency - by our thinking, diet, company and conversation, by our habits, and we receive therefore only those ideas we can decipher or understand.
Because - really, the stray corners my mind was wandering in, there was no explaining. Much like "Brazil" where at the end the Dentist "loses" his "patient" I was off and wandering Elysian fields.
Mondays appointment done I spend the rest of the day exploring Kelowna. Hit up a few thrift shops, consider getting a hotel - but - the dentist, more expensive than I'd planned, and I'm calling in loans, there is no money to be spent on hotels this trip.
Tuesday, loans in, explore a few more thrift shops, antique shops, traverse the corridor from Penticton to Kelowna, but - while there are a few treasures, really, I need nothing, and I'm just killing time before the second half of my appointment.
I notice, am appalled, at the state of homelessness in Kelowna. Shopping Carts, piles of rubbish, sketchy people everywhere. But, look past the strip malls and it's quite pretty, only impossible to really appreciate given my budget and the character of this trip.
Afternoon, finish appointment, another two hours in the chair, the same, drifting aimlessly through a field of ideas not my own, and then I'm free, off, back to Nelson, pouring diet coke all down my shirt because my face is so numb I can't feel my lips to make a seal around the coke bottle...
Now, back to work, there are a great many bills to be paid...
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Spring
Somehow, as if overnight, in fact most probably overnight, rain, long overdue, and the lake comes up - to it's normal level, a meter at least, flooding fast, all the creeks are overflowing and miracle of miracles, every tree has turned bud to leaf, it's green, spring is here, rhododendrons and the dandelions and cherries have all blossomed, on Baker a fleeting hummingbird dances past the windows of John Ward. Spring.
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