“Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I’d something more to say”
Once again in a cryptic sort of way the Captain makes a feeble attempt to pass along a quasi important message to this Blog’s readers by quoting from somewhere out near “the dark side of the moon”. But alas without clarification the message would likely remain a mystery as it meanders off into the cosmos on a fruitless mission to find consciousness and the elusive Commander Tom.
But back to the song and the line “thought I had something more to say” is really the tell here. The Captain probably does and will always have a lot to say but, and it is a big but (not butt) the will to put pen to paper reciting adventures and misadventures in a form more creative than a listless diary must excite the author as well as the reader. After several years of blogging CCs and DDs adventures have become somewhat more mundane (life can get in the way) so while the mind is willing the spirit to blog on a regular basis is fleeting at best. So what I can tell you is this. The Blog is not dead yet but in the future will likely be less frequent and generally will magically appear only when the spirits or some other mind altering event brings forth the madness once again.
In the Meantime
It has been at least six months since my last post so it is only seems fair and responsible (really) that before we head off madly in all directions a short update of these missing 6 months be provided and short is the operative word here. Also note that blog photographer DD has not provided the usual quantity and quality of photos for the blog. Her working 3 days per week seems a somewhat dubious excuse.
The summer of 2018 was spent at our RV Lot at Swan Lake in Vernon. DD was rehired by her last year’s employer so she was able to work 3 days per week salting away her earnings in the secret shoe fund. While DD toiled away in air conditioned luxury at the office CC frittered away the hours providing doggy daycare to Miss Ellie, with breaks for lot and RV maintenance and generally wasting time.
We did buy a new truck which as it turned out was quite a bizarre transaction. CC found a fellow who was selling his basically brand new (730 km) 2017 Ford F350. Apparently he and his wife bought the truck in expectation that they would take up RVing on a full time basis but as winter set in they had a change of heart (rather fly to the sun) so hence the decision to sell. As the price was very good CC and DD decided to buy but would also have to sell the old beast first. When we went to look at the truck they guy asked us what we were doing with it. Selling it of course. He asked how much we wanted for it and when I told him he said okay we’ll buy it from you. He still had a 5th wheel to haul around locally and still need a truck just not a big new monster machine. So just like that we swapped trucks and some cash and rode off into the sunset.
We also got in evening with our Dinner Group out at Don and Virginia’s in Falkland. These events become rarer it seems as the years go by. Always great to get together with the old group regardless.
A five day trip took us Powell River to visit with our long time friends and former neighbors Garry and Shirla as well as our one and only but regardless our #1 granddaughter Alyssa.
PoodleMania 2. The 2 long time poodle pals Ellie and Sophie reunited without missing a beat and on numerous occasions managed to almost wear each other out with their nonstop rambunctious games of chase and wrestling.
Our former cul-de-sac friends Chris and Jim purchased a lot just across the park from us so Ellie now has another doggy friend in the area to visit.
Of special note our very good “old” friend Uncle Normie seems to have made a fairly good recovery from a very serious surgery and his very special nurse Pauline will now get some well deserved time off.
And in the End
And to prove that all is not lost I leave you with one of the Captain’s all time great original jokes. If this doesn’t make you wince you’re probably stranger than I thought.
So there’s this guy sitting out on his 10th floor balcony eating a whole watermelon. At about the same time a woman is walking by on the sidewalk below with her infant daughter Leslie and their dog Lassie. So as fate would have it the guy on the balcony gets stung by a bee and ends up dropping the whole watermelon over the rail. The 5 pound fruit hurtles down heading directly for the unsuspecting trio below. Just seconds before crashing into them Lassie senses the danger and throws herself in front of Leslie in a valiant attempt to save her from being killed. Lassie’s efforts are successful and no one is hurt the only damage seems to be a coating of juice and seeds on the 2 of them. The guy from the balcony arrives on the scene seconds later and is relieved to find everything is okay. He asks the woman if she is also okay. She advises she is just fine but relates the odd coincidence that just as crash occurred she was feeling a little sad and was singing her favourite song to Leslie and the song is: See here for answer.
From me and Jim Morrison
Brothers and sisters of the pale forest
Children of night
Who among you will run with the hunt?
Now night arrives with her purple legion
Retire now to your tents and to your dreams
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
I want to be ready