Meanwhile
Tuesday, May 2nd. It hits - on my phone - 29 degrees in Nelson. On Global News it says the high was 31.4 degrees. Celsius.
This is weather typically reserved for late June.
We're fucked.
Anyways, days off, Gym, laundry, eat out, eat lots, eat all you can. Because now that you're working out your body's craving it and because you're in town and you can eat different things.
Somewhat different, not a lot. But it beats the same-old-same-old at the restaurant.
3 Bananas from Save-On and a thing of tequila salmon nuggets. Bananas, meh, old after one, by three I'm gagging them back. Not my favorite.
More oil for the millstone, because - while it doesn't leak it, or blow blue smoke, it sure has a taste for oil. Mmmmm. Oil.
Library, read my book, blog - my website was for a while blocked, Phishing, apparently it was hacked. But it's fixed now. And so I got it unblocked and blogging - when in town, will be an easier thing.
The weekend at the restaurant, fucked, Friday, Saturday, dead, Sunday, for some reason, we're busy. Only after I start, not before. Only after JR has fucked off to town after a cryptic "text me if you need me..." which means," well, you're on your own...because it'll take me at least an hour to get out there, so live with it.". He takes dog-fucking up 3 or 4 orders of magnitude.
There's hope (??) for the summer yet.
Friday night his mother-in-law is in town, an "occasional" waitress at the restaurant who has somehow conceived an infatuation with me, wants me to pick her up and take her out.
By the time I show up she's sloshed and just wanting to go inside...her adopted daughter's house - and have a drink.
It gets uncomfortable quickly, a family of hardened alcoholics, and, you know, I'm just not there yet...I discretely, politely, excuse myself and bail. "yes you are beautiful but never with staff...you know...". Bloody hell. Not my party, not my scene.
In town, Big City Blonde is still holding court at the café in the morning, I caught her name, looked her up on Facebook, she's literally advised all of her friends that she'll be in town for 10 days and they can come catch up with her between...and .... at the café.
All right. This explains a lot. Although not the 3 changes of outfit per day, as I ran into her again at Cantina for lunch and the Cauldron for dinner. And she had a different outfit every time.
Tuesday, the same, volunteer - a few treasures, an unopened Christmas present (that proves to be a box of chocolates), an old treasure chest that really needs to be filled with doubloons and reburied, coffee, sun in the park.
Wednesday - the restaurant, slow, training a new staff member and assuring her that yes, we will be busy. But we're not busy yet. Let her go at 7:30, cash-out, then a single guy walks in. Then another deuce, and another, and yet another...
It's misery this, the pass has been closed due to a slide, traffic has been diverted, we're getting the stragglers that want to wait out until the next ferry.
I resign myself to a late night. A late night of no money earned, hostages of climate change and catastrophe tend not to be big spenders or tippers.
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Mornings, wake up overlooking Queens Bay, a couple of Canada Geese have set up their nest on a pier, a great blue heron to the right casts a great reflection before flying away. I'll see him (??) every morning.
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The next day, the same, the pass is still closed and we get hit in surges all day. People looking to spend time, not money, a 3 or 4 sailing wait on the Ferry, people coming in for a coffee or tea, the emptying out every sailing, in a rush to leave and pay, maybe they'll get on this sailing, then back again for the free refill on their coffee, killing another 2 hours, and it repeats, ordering to-go and then eating it in the restaurant as a work around to tipping,
It's classic chaos, what we're known for, the night goes mad and late, the pass has re-opened but people that have come here are going to wait it out, these are the days of panicked running around for what amounts to fuck-all on your ring-out.
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Which brings us to Friday, which is as slow as the previous day was busy, and I've swapped around my schedule for some Friday night social, which goes, this is why you live here after all, not all-work no play but a balanced life. These days at the moment, they're shorn of money and hope, debts still increase and my "ride", 3rd gear all the way up the lake and Sunday night I have to get to Kelowna at 60 KM an hour, this is a 6 hour trip, bloody hell...
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The Sex Shop
I've no good reason to be here, or bad one for that matter, merely stopping in to see how the other half lives. And in front of a BDSM rope exhibit there are two 80 year old German grannies talking about so & so's rope technique, Old Hans Tiedherupman or some-such, WTF, overhearing, I have no good reason to be here but now I can't tear myself away...
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Magic Man
Another one I've been running into a bit lately, writing in his journal at the coffee shop and laundromat. All these people writing in their journals and I'm just dying to snag a look. Last week he was at the laundromat looking for the Earth Day Celebrations, then trying to plan transport down to Taghum so he could partake. My age, roughly, loose fitting T shirt, tights, shorts, he's a bit on the short side, muscular or fit, shoulder length curly blonde hair, preposterous facial hair, curled up bushy moustache, goatee, he looks like an old time carny or circus performer, he'd be perfectly set in a deck of Tarot Cards, or performing on stage as a Victorian magician...
It's a great look. And his eyes, there's that rare glimpse of intelligence, he gets it, there's a twinkle of mischievousness (I suspect), and perhaps just a hint of utter lunacy.
Anyways yet another character on the periphery of acquaintance. I've got to start introducing myself.
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My Two Bits
CHAT GPT (again)
No, I've been working, in the forest, at the gym, no time to play or fuck around on the internet.
That said, I'd been thinking about the impact it will have on coding - programming, and am pretty sure I know - most IT professionals will be shortly out of work.
So, talking to an IT guy at work and am not surprised to find he shares my view. And - while he's older, and not too worried, he does realize the immense threat in this. He's surprised by how much most people underestimate it.
Now, my views (Not his):
Coding - AI - will invent, economize it's own code, coding languages, and alphabets. We will become less creators and more consumers. It has long since surpassed our ability to understand how it wins at GO and Chess. In one sense this would be a good thing. My laptop, for example is a perfect example of Code Bloat - 32 GB OS of which I use perhaps 64 Megabytes. And another 500 megabytes free to store my data.
Imagine that it rewrote the Operating System to my needs, and updated itself as my needs changed, and we're already in a much better world. But it's a world we won't be able to reverse engineer or understand, and this puts us in a precarious position of being slaves to technology that we're not able to control.
My Two Bits.
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