Cougar Sal and Dave were planning to risk it all on a one-day delivery turnaround down in the Big Smoke. Deliver moho, throw the keys at buddy and jump in the still-running Pathfinder to go home. Move fast. Carry little. Only sandwiches, masks, gloves and a thermos of tea. Kiss no one. It’s the simple plans that have a chance. Throw in a wrinkle and all progress stops. It’s the Canadian way.
And what simpler wrinkle can there be than they stopped the ferries?!
That’s right. The route we take (Departure Bay to West Van) wasn’t just cut back, it was eliminated! Nada. Zip. And it is gone, gone, gone for 60 days! Virtually no notice. Which, since we were leaving early Monday, could have caught us ‘outed’ on the highway but (whew) it did not. I am sure some poor saps coming down from Up Island for a Saturday crossing are pretty ticked but there it is. Live on an island and die by the ferry.
Such drama is NOT quite true. There are still some limited sailings from other terminals and they would work as long as Murphy doesn’t mess with us. But add a Murphy wrinkle and the whole schedule falls apart. No flexibility.
Bottom line: we don’t go. Not yet, anyway.
“I called my nearest island neighbour. “Good news and bad news, J. Which do you want first?”
“Gimme the bad news.”
“Bad news is that Sal and I are staying here with you and Jo on the island. Not going!”
“Yikes! That’s horrible news. Can’t you go somewhere else for awhile? So, what’s the good news?”
“Good news is that Sal and I are staying here with you and Jo on the island. We can go fishing.”
“Yippee! That’s great news!”
C-19 is putting some pretty major dents in the system. Things you might expect (airline stoppage, lay-offs, illnesses, deaths, shortages, etc) and some you don’t (our cell phone service has been poor, we can’t go on the ferry, no whales sighted yet). This is a time of major change and no one saw it coming. Which kinda proves my theory that you cannot really plan for an emergency because emergencies, by definition, are surprises. C-19 is proving surprising if nothing else.
Or is it? Surprising, I mean? Our Covfefe (Circle of very fine entertaining friends and eccentrics) includes more than just a few conspiracy theorists. They send me stuff. And they posit that C-19 was all a plot by either the USA, Russia, the Queen, China, the CDC, WHO, Tom Brady or maybe even the Guess Who. The motive is anything from making Trump look good to making Trump look bad, getting Putin appointed cheese-for-life, getting revenge on the Patriots or even just patriots, teaching Harry and Megan a lesson and on and on and on. Conspiracy types are usually strong on suspicion and extremely creative in weaving unrelated ‘facts’ together.
The latest one was based on the fact that the CDC recently posted a number of jobs available for pandemic management. They advertised those positions in November of 2019 and, by doing so, PROVED that they knew what was coming. Furthermore, they KNEW what was coming because they, themselves, released the virus in order to (see list of motives above).
“I saw a posting for a seismologist. Does that mean the US Geological Survey Department or maybe the National Geographic magazine or maybe the US Fracking Agency or maybe the Saudis are planning an earthquake?”
“Wow. I never thought of that. I better get on that, man. “
Nothing like a pandemic to bring out the best in us.