09-03-21 fireside
I walked out to my vehicle this morning to where I had left it parked last night in anticipation of the paving crew today. It was crisp in temperature, sunny in nature. Such a relief to make my way home to fresh new road!
I felt the weight of the week upon me so I went to one of my favourite unwinds, the car wash. I miss my go to spot in Burnaby, the Oasis car wash where they would wipe it down when you came out but at least the major dust and grime is off and I had 5 minutes and 21 seconds of meditation time. The week is washed away
Rae and I had planned to check out The Blind Pig which was supposed to be newly opened but we arrived to find a note on the door that it was postponed to next week so we invited Ashlée to join us at my place for a hang out around the fire. It was good for my soul to hang with my daughters and I was especially happy to hear about Ash’s trip to visit her grandmother on Salt spring Island recently. I worry about my WSM (wicked step mother) who has ended up in extended care. The time to catch up and hear how she is doing was invaluable. So much freaking water under the bridge… so little time to visit and keep connection. Too many miles and months between visits leaves me feeling disconnected. I am glad my Mini-me was able to see her and report back.
This evening filled my tank and I am glad the bar was closed.
The other excitement in my day was that I saw a kayak for sale on Facebook market and contacted the seller. She is going to meet Diane and I at Jim Smith Lake tomorrow to try it out and see if it is what works for me. I will get my roof rack set up tomorrow in case I buy it. In any case Diane and I will get some time on the water which I am really looking forward to.
I smell like a campfire and that is always a signal of a day well spent. The only real down to the day was finding out that a local restaurant is closing down. Soul Food has been a popular place but due to staffing issues it is closing its doors. A sad loss for this town.
I can now say that the friend I lost was John Roland. I officially met him a few days after my Dad died. The first friend that I had met and lost on Salt Spring Island was his brother, Herc. He was a west coast legend. I was sitting at a table in the smoke pit of the Harbour House when John sat down across from me and said “So, your Dad and my brother… they both fell out of the same sack of shit” We were friends from that moment on and I will ever be grateful for knowing him. RIP my friend.
triumphgal 