Home! Thank God! Omygawd, I love being here………..my own bed, my own chair, my computer works properly……………a crackling fire warming me up………boxes of supplies all over the place (feels like security, in a weird kind of way)……..dogs are happy, Sal is ecstatic.
“Why the hell do we ever leave this place?”
It’s a schlep, tho. Left Victoria at 9:30 am and phoned Sal’s parents to report that we were safe and sound at 9:00 pm with all of the stuff still to unpack. Almost 12 hours in transit what with shopping and schlepping and such. Unloaded at low tide, of course. Rule of living on the coast: when arriving home in the dark with a heavy load, the tide is low. The bigger the load, the lower the tide. It’s the law.
We’ve pretty much adapted to the ‘loading’ and ‘unloading’ thing. We try to ensure everything is in a plastic tote and we try to limit the weight of each tote to twenty or so pounds. But sometimes, it just doesn’t work that way. We can easily have six or seven totes, a few coolers, luggage, building supplies and another 30% in loose bits and pieces. A box of wine. Couple of boxes of dishes or glasses, fifty pound sacks of this and that. All in a 16 foot boat.
This trip we also have several hundred pounds of glass and skylights in the utility trailer to come over. We’ll get to those another day.
The worst: Reddi-mix cement and wet peat moss. Wrestling wet peat moss into a boat and then up a rocky shore really brings up the value of a bag of peat moss I can assure you. It is worth ten times what I pay for it by the time it is in the garden. Same for cement.
Sal and I are also trying to increase our locavore-ness. We want to buy locally. And there are plenty of places along the highway that provide. But damned if I can find them. These small-time local producers are well known to those who frequent them but they do not make much of an effort to attract new customers. As a consequence our conversation goes something like this (while driving at 80 km/hr, towing a trailer and in a line of speeding vehicles).
“I am pretty sure H said that the farm was around here. You see it?”
“No. Is there a sign?”
“I don’t think so. There is an old red tractor but it is in the neighbours yard and that neighbour is on the other side of him, I think. By the time you see the tractor, you have passed it.”
“I saw a red tractor a minute or so ago.”
“Damn! OK, who is next on the list?”
“Well, there is the duck lady who lives down on some beach but she doesn’t have a phone. Is there a sign?”
“Geez, I didn’t ask. Who else we got on the list?”
“Well, there is the chicken place…..OOOHH!! OOOHHH!! That was it! That was it! We just went past!”
“Damn, damn, damn. Can’t stop here. Can’t turn around here either. How bad do we need chicken?”
“Oh, we are good for a bit. We can try again next time.”
“OK, what do we have next?”
“Well, I was going to stop at Save-ON”.
“OK. I can do that.”
We are still working on the locavore thing.