Down to Nanaimo tomorrow to pick up two more guests. They are not ours. They belong to our neighbours but we owe them a favour so Saturday is booked balancing the ledger. May as well shop and stock up while we are at it. And Sunday is bookclub. Sal works Monday at the post office or is it that we have two more guests arriving that are ours? Either way, the beginning of the week is chock-a-block. It is probably both.

But today is a day of cusp. Students gone yesterday, guests arrive tomorrow. Clean-up, shop and prepare = CUSP.

I made Chinese food last night. Seemed fitting somehow, ya know? Sal got home tired from all the running around and so I turned my hand to a fried rice dish. Passable. Edible. But chock-full of husband bonus points. Kept her wine glass full, too. Very good long term move on my part given that I am deep in the red on husband points. Did the dishes, too.

Pretty much had to. Sal was asleep.

‘Course none of this ‘domesticity’ was done well. If I do it well, I have the job forever. I am not stupid. The idea is to do something good enough to get the points but nowhere near as good as she can do it or else I have a new domestic job for the rest of my life. Hard to do it right, sometimes. It’s a balance-thing. Done right, you can keep the points at a negative but respectable level and yet inherit fewer than two or three new domestic chores a year.

I should teach a course.

My neighbour, Mike had it down pat but lacked the finesse. Once he was saddled with too many chores, he simply burnt the house down. Hasn’t been asked to set foot in the kitchen (or the house, for that matter) in years.

Hey, life is all about making choices!

It’s noon. Thursday. And all is quiet on the Western Geweilo Front. Kids are gone. Laundry at capacity. Fridge empty. House is otherwise normal. Water tank refilling as I write.

Dogs seem stunned.

Everyone up at 6:15 (including me!) to hug and say goodbye. Then Sal took them off in the boat to catch various connections depending on their destinations (Hong Kong, Victoria and Toronto). Busy, busy, busy.

But before they go, she will take them to the Ideal Café on the outskirts of Campbell River for a good breakfast. Good , in this sense, means huge, greasy and set in a small 50’s-style diner complete with loggers and mechanics in overalls. The ambiance of the café couldn’t be reproduced by Stephen Spielberg for anything under $30M. The Ideal is ideal. And original.

Erica will head back to Hong Kong. Tracy is off to Toronto for a work-study and the other kids are off to tempt the Grizzlies in Banff.

(But, as everyone knows, Grizzlies generally prefer Germans. The bears get their quota just about every summer. Those tourists are so easy to catch. They walk off the bus and hug you. If you are a Grizzly, you eat ’em. It’s simply ‘good eatin’. Except for having to spit out the camera parts, it’s easier than the garbage bins. German exports (tourists) are the main reason the Rocky Mountain Grizzly thrives to this day!)

Well, that is what I tell my Chinese students, anyway. It’s my way of warning them away from the bears. I also suggest that they do not get their picture taken with a German tourist anywhere in the park. No sense tempting fate.

Mind you, I also teach them to yell “Allahu Akbar!” in the airport as a native Haida farewell.

I sure hope the students don’t forget us.

Kids leave tomorrow. Early. So the ‘goodbyes’ will be said tonight. Around the campfire. Like in the old days when kids ‘went to camp’. It will be fun. It will be a bit sad and it will be good. It always is.

But there the similarity ends. Each group of kids is different and this group is as unique as the others were. Hazel is dynamic and full of beans and ‘up’. Her English is not the best but her willingness is. She is a lot of fun. Smart, too. Tracy is much the same only quieter, a bit more lady-like. Very easy to like. Eddy is a real ‘guy’ and wants to do well but he is the most likely to stay in Hong Kong and live and work there. There is something of a ‘home boy’ in Eddy. Eric is a bit odd. Quiet, gentle, almost effeminate, he likes to chop wood and wanted to learn to box! Big fan of Bruce Lee.

It is a lot of fun getting to know these kids. And it will be even more fun when they stay in touch which at least half of them do. We’ve already seen and heard of ‘milestones’ passed as the first kids graduated and took jobs and partners.

Interesting.

“It’s different and the same all at once”.

I complained to the local fish farm about a mile or so down the channel. They were making too much noise for my sensibilities. I was polite. They were polite. And they asked to come visit. And so they came.

Marilyn and Tim were nice people. I’ve met plenty of nice people from the industry over the years. They get good staff. Tim is Australian and it was a stroke of genius to hire him. Canadians love a good OZ accent. I liked him as soon as he spoke. They pulled up on a pretty functional 20 footer with a great engine.

I greeted them, “Give me that boat as a bribe and I’ll cancel my complaint!” ‘Course, they don’t know me or my sense of humour so they just looked at me, stunned. It is always good to keep the enemy guessing, ya know?

“Never mind. Come along and we’ll have some tea.”

We walked up past John’s cabin and over the hill to my place. They chose to sit outside and marveled appropriately at the view and said nice things about our house. It was all very civilized and, in my opinion, also sincere and well-meaning. We had established ourselves as ‘real people’ and now it was time to discuss the hard cheese.

“The noise you hear comes from our generators that run the bubbling machines. We bubble all around the fish to keep algae away when the algae blooms occur. They are occurring now and therefore the bubblers are on constant duty. In this way, we can avoid the problems of blooms and keep the fish healthy.”

“Sounds reasonable, I suppose. Ya gotta do what ya gotta do. But can’t you attenuate the noise? Can’t you put some kind of insulation around the generators?”

“Never had to in the past because our farms have been remote. But this one is close and so we concede that it is a problem. But it should only be a problem while the blooms are happening and we are quite sure that they will end before October but at the end of October at the very latest. Good news is, we are moving out for good in February. No matter what, we are gone in a few months.”

“Well, in that case, have a cookie and consider my complaint dealt with. Just knowing that the farm goes fallow again in February makes it all better.”

I continued……“You do realize, of course, that everyone hates you!”

“Yeah. It’s horrible thing. Not everyone hates us but most do. But this is only in BC, ya know. BC hates us but, around the world, we are generally liked.”

“You mean, closed containment farms on land? They require immense amounts of fresh water and power. We just don’t have the capital for that.”

“Well, the coast IPPS have been largely discredited. The Campbell Government did everything wrong with them but some considerable infrastructure has been put in place. It may be a natural fit to change IPPS on the coast to salmon hatcheries and farms. Done right, you could become heroes.”

“Please don’t be offended but no thanks. I can’t eat farmed salmon. Just can’t do it. Thanks for the offer but no thanks.”

I have no doubt that, if left to Tim and Marilyn, the industry would eventually get it right. And likely sooner rather than later – like I said, ‘they are nice people’. But people move on. And the corporate business plan is what will stay. The corporate business plan is not, in my opinion, responsive enough to the environment and the people. It it too profit oriented and not people or environment related. Not enough, anyway. And therein lies the problem.

However, it is not a big problem in the giant scheme of things. The giant scheme of things includes the fact that we have 387 parts of CO 2 per million in the atmosphere when we should have 250 parts for a stable climate. Worse, we have no means with which to deal with the issue and it is only getting worse. And very quickly. The existence of salmon, moose, and even people may be moot soon enough.

Input from daughter re blog: “Pick it up, dad! Not enough funny, ya know? Sorry. Somebody has to tell you. Gettin’ dull out there!”

Gawd! The pressure. I only got 22 readers and I have to put out like Jay Leno!

Hard to do with no writers!

Anyway, the kids are getting acclimated. They are now ferreting about the property and keeping themselves entertained for hours at a time. Typically they stand around for the first few days ready to respond to the schedule and the tour guide but it gradually dawns on them that isn’t one – just a little something now and then at the most. Today was a short hike to the rapids.

‘Course, we put a few items on the agenda and leave a few rounds for the chopping…………but, really, this is mostly down time. No schedule. No studies. No work. Just be here for the meals.

Usually the first hint that they finally ‘get it’ is that they go have a nap! That’s right. 22 year-olds who have had a good nights sleep will, when given a bit of free time, choose a two hour nap! “Do you ever take a nap while doing what you do in Hong Kong?”

“Never. Not possible. No time. Sometimes I fall asleep at my desk but everyone does that. And I fall asleep on the bus (or MTR) but never nap in the day time on purpose. It is good. I like it!”

Two of the kids took out the kayaks out on their own. It’s blowing up a smidge. Nothing dangerous but a there’s a bit of splashing going on. My neighbour won’t go out in that and so she called me to warn me that the kids are kayaking in ‘rough’ conditions.

“Yeah. I know. I wasn’t concerned. I’ll go have a look.”

They are merrily paddling with the wind and the current. Happy as clams. Things are great. They are doing just fine. ‘Course, when they turn to come back, things may feel a bit different. We’ll keep a wary eye but I am sure they will do well. Those two will definitely sleep well tonight!

Monday – partII

Kids are cooking dinner again tonight. This is a good thing. I like it.

They were going to cook the snapper we had but, of course, they went to the beach and added a few oysters and mussels to the menu. They can’t help themselves. In the meantime, Sal and I went out and checked the prawn traps and we pulled up two of the four that had been set yesterday. We had 150 prawns. So we left the other two for our neighbour and re-baited the ones we had harvested from. They should all be chock-a-block when they are pulled tomorrow.

When the ‘cooks’ saw the prawns, they were instantly added to the feast. What started out as the ‘modest contribution’ from the kids has become a feast for royalty.

Does it get any better?

Yes it does! While we were collecting our bounty from the sea, Eddie was honing his chopping skills. Another twenty lineal feet of rounds have been chopped and stacked. The kids are coming into their lumberjack rhythm. And I am humming a tune right along with them.

And yoga was a hit! The kids worked out and bent and twisted and marveled at our local yogi. Then, when they found out his age, they were shocked. The kids can’t – as a rule – bend or twist like even an average-but-athletic kid from Vancouver. They just don’t do exercise much and they certainly don’t do ‘sweaty, hard, muscle-challenging’ exercise even when they do get active. Eric is the most active and his response to ‘what sports do you play?’ was…….table tennis! Our Hong Kong 20 year-olds can’t touch their toes!

But all that is changing. They are young and slim and full of energy and curiosity and so ‘working their bodies’ is a new kind of fun for them. Although the bloom has gone off that rose for me, I must admit to enjoying them discover their ‘hidden athlete’ and acting on it. It is fun to watch.

It’s been a good day.

Yoga today. Kids and Sal left at 9:30. They are ‘booked in’ for an hour or so with our laid-back yogi-in-residence-nearby who may or may not be 70 but he is within weeks of it. And he walks with the fluidity of a teenager on sleeping pills. Rikko is as lithe and willowy as the skinny hippy he once was 40 odd years ago. Emphasis on ‘odd’. He can bend in ways unknown out of Circé de Soliel. The guy is goo.

And healthy. He is a walking testament to the wisdom of physically tying yourself in knots.

Rikko, his house, his life and and his partner in lithe , Brenda, will be yet another ‘experience’ of Canadians for the kids. Talk about skewing the data, eh? One would be hard-pressed to find three different lifestyles as diverse as Doug’s, ours and B&R’s at the best of times. These kids will get it all in two days. No wonder they think it unreal.

“Aahhhhh……they do yoga and live on boats and park their motorcycles in them! The food is really different and they have dogs sitting on the couch! For fun, they chop down trees and make more boats or put the wood in a stove with a glass door. They use it instead of watching TV! Crazy gweilos have wine every night! …..Which is not so bad after a few nights……”

But – back to yoga. Alas, it is not for me. I have tried it but can’t do it. Imagine trying to tie a six inch length of thick 3-inch rope into a knot. The rope gets in the way of itself and so do I. How is a guy built like a toilet and just about as flexible act like wet toilet paper. T’ain’t possible.

But Sal and the kids can do it. Sal can, anyway. We’ll see about the kids when they come back.

Instead, I took my inner-but-inflexible zen out to the log pile and chain-saw-massacred a few more rounds for the boys when they get back. They have now chopped their way through about 40 lineal feet of ten-inch diameter logs and turned it into firewood and stacked it! They are a-whacking with gusto!

It is a rare occurrence around here but I love it when a plan comes together.

More as the day progresses……..

Our schedule is pretty relaxed. We rarely ‘get going’ on an activity before noon although there are plenty of things to do on an individual basis before our usually late breakfast. And then, after the event of the day, everyone is free again to do whatever they please.

Eddie and Eric seem to gravitate to the chopping block when they have a bit of spare time and that is just fine by me. But the girls have more eclectic interests. They explore, cook, do some personal matters, hike around and play with the dogs. That was true, anyway, until they discovered the oysters.

Now ‘free time’ is oyster-eating time.

They are pretty funny. They went down today to get a dozen oysters – for a snack! It was a medium tide. So, they came back, changed into their swim suits and went back to the lagoon and went a-hunting waist deep! Hazel was diving in four feet of water for oysters!

And, in classic fashion, she found two pearls!

Eric is small, slight, shy and quiet. Weighs about 100 pounds soaking wet. His first meals were remarkable because of the lack of volume. I swear he ate the equivalent volume of only a ‘small muffin’ at dinner. Less than a quarter of his plate was covered. I was wondering if the food was not to his liking. But, as it turns out, he just needed to get more comfortable with his hosts, the gweilo menu and, likely, the outdoor lifestyle. Tonight he ate two heaping plates of BBQ salmon and scalloped potatoes with Greek salad. Twice what I ate. And as I write this, he and Eddie are doing the dishes in anticipation of dessert! It is like a Wallaby has morphed into a T-Rex!

One of our neighbours and friends, Doug, came by and took the kids on a boat ride. They ‘toured the area’ and then went to see where he lived. Doug lives on a larger boat than the tour boat and, in it, he keeps his motorcycle. He lives at anchor.

Later, when we were all talking about our different lives, one of the kids said, “Oh, Canadians make the impossible possible!”

Naturally, I assumed they were talking about us and I beamed and puffed up my chest a bit. I thought we must be putting on a good show as it were. Looking for a bit more praise, I asked coyly, “Well, that is a nice thing to say. What do you mean exactly?”

“Doug! He built his boat by himself from wood he got from the forest and he puts his motorcycle in there as well! And it is all so beautiful. I would have thought that was impossible! I have no idea how he did that! He makes the impossible possible. I will always remember this!”

I have to confess that I feel the same way whenever I see his BMW sitting shiny and proud in the main salon of his sailboat.

Funny what ‘sticks’, eh?

Hazel. Once again, the refrain: “This is not real. Thursday we go back to Campbell River and then by bus to Victoria and enter the real world again. No more sitting. No more relaxing. No more extra sleep or fun with dogs. Soon we go back to Hong Kong and the real world of so much study and so much hard work!”

“That is true if you choose it to be true. But think about it. When you go back on Thursday, where is Sally? Where am I? Where are the dogs? If this is not real, do we disappear?”

“You live dream life! We students have to go back to ugly world. It would be nice to stay here!”

“I admit that it would be nice. And that is why we do it. If you think it is nice, too, why don’t you do it? Why not let the others go back and you stay?”

“Why?”

At that point the question hits home. Hazel wonders why. And there is no answer forthcoming. She just looks at me kind of confused. The usual habit-answer doesn’t seem to work. A tear rolls down her cheek. She turns her head away and wipes it clean. Still no answer.

I know that Hazel can’t stay on Read and she knows it, too. Too impractical. But she really does have choices in her life and it is that realization that hits home. Maybe she does not have to do what everyone expects her to do…….?

…….or does she? And that is the question she now ponders. To what extent is she freely making choices and to what extent is she a prisoner of her own circumstances?

Of course, we all think about that at some point. I know, for a fact, that as soon as someone is free of an obligation or a previous relationship or even just a project, the freedom feels a bit like emptiness and is soon filled with something else. Often it is a similar burden to the one just released. We tend to repeat our choices. But, really, we don’t have to. Much of it is habit.

For the Chinese kids all of it seems habit. They seem to have less freedom-to-choose in just about everything in their lives. They even seem less aware that they have choices to contemplate. They are programmed more deeply than even we are. It is that kind of conversation that Dennis wants us to have with them.

He is still unsure if it is a good thing, though.

After all, he is a pillar of the society that values obedience, harmony and productivity. He doesn’t feel as if he has a lot of choices, either. His calendar is also filled. And he really doesn’t want a lot of free-choosers running amok. It is so unharmonious. Still, something prompts him to send these kids.

He thinks we are a safe first step to seeing choices. We can raise the questions but we don’t offer the opportunity for anyone to actually jump ship. They are going to have to think a great deal more like this if they are to get off the Hong Kong Highway to Harmony and Obedience.

And, of course, if you get off, what exit do you take? Where will you end up? For these kids, we are just showing them that there is a map with choices on it. 99% will end up where they intended.

But Hazel is in Liberal Studies at the university. It is a new faculty intended to foster a bit more radical (but still safe) thinking. This is what she came for. Who knows where this all may lead?

Kids went kayaking today. Sal led them. Imagine a mother with day-old ducklings…….only real ducklings are better at what they have to do than this group. These guys are all over the place! Eric could go backwards but, for the life of him, couldn’t reverse the arm action so as to go forward. He’d stop, look at the paddle, look at the water and then…..(while everyone shouted instructions)….stroked backwards! Did this for five minutes straight as he backed up in a circle towards the beach he left from. It was hilarious!

Well, maybe you had to be there.

Eventually, everyone got sorted out and proceeded in a fashion around the point and over to the bluff at the same pace as Fiddich and Megan swimming alongside. In fact, Fid was about mid-pack most of the time. The pace was not quick. Nor straight. But they got there. Distance: one kilometer.

Then Meg had decided she had had enough and gave the ‘help-me sign’ to Sally who responded as instructed and put the sopping wet princess on her lap as she and the Asian gaggle slowly turned for home. As adventures go, this wasn’t. But the kids had fun and thought that they could add ‘kayaking’ along with ‘lumberjack’ to their résume.

I may refuse to be a reference.

I have no idea why this amuses me so much. Every time, too. Go figure.

Hazel’s making dinner. “Is it Chinese?” I ask.

“Of course! I am Chinese so whatever I cook is Chinese!”

Can’t argue with that logic. But it reminds me of a weird fact. If you cook Chinese food as Sal and I have done on several occasions, it tastes good and it even has an Asian ‘influence’ to it. But it doesn’t taste Chinese. If, on the other hand one of my Chinese friends makes a gweilo meal (say, Spaghetti or a lamb roast) it still, somehow, tastes a bit Chinese. How is that possible?

Anyway, everyone is settling in. Showers are all falling within the one-pump rule. Dogs are happy. Sal is a going concern. Outdoor skills are improving. Kinda. A bit, anyway.

Oh yeah……..the ‘sleep thing’? Everyone slept in even longer today. And Eddy is asleep as I write (kayaking and chopping is soooooo hard). It’s only 5:00 pm! We are corrupting the Chinese work ethic as best we can.