We are. It’s howling. Gusts past fifty. Steady at 35 to 40. Sky is bright, clear and the clouds up here are just scudding along. Very cool. I love windy days.
I was down at the beach yesterday moving boulders around (don’t ask) and I heard a gasp-puff and spun around to see a big Humpback cruising by not thirty feet away. So close I could see the barnacles on his/her hump. It came. It went. And I just stared at the empty sea……and then ‘whoosh-puff’ a second one came by right on the tail flukes of the first. Very neat.
Sal and I are working on the lower cabin/boatshed right now but she was away on the other island so I moved boulders. It’s a one-man job. It would be better as a two or more person job but Sal told me that boulder moving was man’s work. Nice to know.
Here’s something weird…..I am also installing hand rails on the steps up to the second floor. I need ’em. I have NEVER needed hand rails. EVER. But, well, never say never ’cause now, after a tiring day, I stiffen up a bit and going down stairs is not such a sure thing all the time. I need hand rails.
NOT happy about that!
Here’s something else. I went over to the other island the other day. A neighbour asked me to pick up some gasoline. Two five gallon jerry cans of premium. It was a $1.80-something a liter. He gave me $100. I thought I’d have change. I did not. I put about 25 liters in one and maybe 23.5 liters in the other and the pump shut down at $100.00.
Ten gallons. $100.00. I know, I know…..“Life, Dave. The price of things goes up. Get used to it.” Well, the older I get the more ‘sticker shock’ I feel over things and this one caught me wholly by surprise. But..well, ‘what are you going to do?’
Stealing is an option, it seems. One of our neighbours had his 5 gallon gas can stolen yesterday and the whole fuel tank went with it . The boat was at the community dock about 25 or so kms from anywhere. There were a couple of other boats. The neighbours came back from town to find their boat – docked remotely – without fuel. Without even a tank! There is no cell service out there and so their only alternative was to drive back to town, buy a tank and a jerry can and fill them. Then go back out the same logging road to the remote dock so that they could get home.
Seems like petty theft for most people. And I guess it is. But it feels worse. It feels as if the bastard thieves could have left enough fuel for them at least to get home. But NOW knowing that the gas alone was almost $100.00, the fuel tank was likely $75.00, the jerry can was at least $25.00 and the travel back and forth another $25.00 at the very least and the ‘petty’ part starts to feel more like grand theft.
The thief likely came by water. Which is also weird. Boaters don’t usually do that sort of thing. But who is going to drive down 25 plus kms of logging road on the off-chance of stealing a can of gas? Makes no sense…UNLESS..you are already out there and decide that it is an opportunity too good to pass up…?
Anyway…we think it is a boater. NOT from around here but still, not from very far either….all small boats on the water right now…….
Sal said, “I wish this was an open-carry province like Arizona. I’d blow the bastards away!” Sal is getting ornery, it seems. Which is good. I need railings on the stairs so being mean may now fall into the category of women’s work, don’t you think?