Today I’m heading to the laundry room at the resort we are staying at in Arizona and a guy pulls up in a golf cart with a bucket of laundry in the back of his cart. He stops, but the cart keeps rolling back down the incline to the street. He pulls forward again and says “do you know anything about golf carts?”.
‘Not much’, I say, ‘What’s the problem?’.
“Do these things have brakes” he asks.
I show him the brake and he says “well as you can see I don’t know much about golf carts”.
I say: ‘ do you know much about laundry?’.
He says: “a little”.
I say: ‘well you’re a keeper then!’.
He says: ‘ well my wife showed me how to do it and she just died’.
He kind of laughed.
His name is Dan.
I introduced myself and even used my real name!
as my mom told us many times… “no one likes a smart ass”…..
Why is it that we have to be reminded that life is short?
Why is it that we have to be reminded that life is fragile?
Why is it that we have to be reminded to live our lives every day like today might be our last?
We have a family member who has terminal cancer. It reminds us that although we may be healthy today, that our health could change for any of us tomorrow. Not just because of cancer, it can be any number of things.
We live our lives and somehow we forget that tomorrow is not guaranteed. We make plans for next month, next year or “in the future”.
Today we threw our diets out the window. We weren’t counting calories, or pounds, or cholesterol or blood pressure.
Today we ate Hot Dogs for dinner, and a big cereal bowl filled with home made shortcake biscuits, strawberries, and freshly whipped cream piled inside and on top of the shortcake.
Growing up we always had a garden and a house full of plants. We grew our own vegetables which required all the weeding and watering that you have to do if you want your fresh veggies to make it to your plate. Mom had house plants of every variety and they hung, sat or stood where there was space. Most of my family have green thumbs as a result. Me? Not so much. I’ve tried to maintain house plants. I had a terrarium at one time (I grew a delicious looking mold in there) and subsequently my plants all died. Over the years I’ve either taught my plants to swim or I’ve taught them desert survival tactics.. I’ve seen horror on the faces of the staff at all the plant stores when I walk in. When they ask if they can help me, I say “yes you can, I’m here to buy new victims for my house”. The last plant I had lasted 6 months on our road trip across Canada and the USA. Ironically it wasn’t too much or too little water that killed it..
It was pepper..
Yup, I dropped the pepper shaker on it and broke it in half and that was the end of the poor thing.
Have you ever wanted to make sourdough bread? I have! I make normal bread all the time, but I have never had the opportunity to get the “starter” that you need to make sourdough bread. A couple of days ago I was given a starter. It came in a cute little glass jar. I was told I should feed it and if I wasn’t going to use it right away it could go in the fridge until I was ready to bake. Sounds easy! Ok. First step is to “feed it”. I carefully measure water and flour, stir it in vigorously as per the instructions, place it in a bigger jar and I’m good to go. I wake up in the morning and no surprise. My starter is DEAD. I think I just set a killing record.
Did I over water it? Did I under water it as per my pre-established history? But I was being so careful! I followed the instructions precisely! How is it possible to kill it in less than 24 hours?
I am so confused..
How can I admit to my friend that I killed her gift?
What is wrong with me?
I peer in to the jar to make sure I’m seeing what I’m seeing. Yup, it’s flat as the Saskatchewan Prairies. Wait a minute. What is that smell? Sniff sniff… that smells like pickles..
I guess using a freshly washed pickle jar wasn’t the best choice I could have made for a new sterile environment for my sourdough starter. Poor thing!.
I finally made it over to Hornby Island with my camera after all these years of living on Vancouver Island. My sister and I were there probably 20 years ago. We did a quick trip over to Tribune Bay on Hornby, a quick stop at some pottery shops on Denman Island and called it a day.
This trip was different. Our camera club members stayed at Hornby Island Dive Lodge for 2 nights and spent 3 days photographing the Island. We photographed Ford Cove & Marina. Helliwell Provincial Park. Grassy Point. Tribune Bay. Jeffrey Rubinoff Sculpture Park. Tim Biggins Anvil. Heron Rocks. There were spots we missed of course, but these are the ones we made it to. The weather was dry and sunny, the weekend was awesome! Here are my photo’s.
This is a link to a group of photo’s on Flickr which I took while on the Pub to Pub Trail here in Campbell River. It’s called the pub to pub trail because at either end of the walk (45-60minutes) was a pub. BUT, now there are no pubs. Salmon Pt Pub burnt down recently and The Fishermans pub closed down last year. Regardless, there are scads of people out there every day enjoying the scenery. The walk takes you along the Oyster River thru Old Growth Forest and then along the Ocean where the trail ends at Salmon Pt RV Resort. The walk is mostly level, but beware of roots! I’ve seen people pushing strollers and wheelchairs, so it can be done.