I'm on vacation, the front door is open to dispel the smell of paint. I've got the inside of the door done and tomorrow I do the outside. I've got the buffet out on the patio, painted and ready for a trim color as soon as somebody can agree what that will be. It rained and the lawn has started growing again, and that includes the weeds that I tried to kill with chemicals two weeks ago.
The Baguette has half of Save-On-Foods distributed in plastic bags all over the hall floor. Kids had a big fight. Half wanted to buy candy and chips and half wanted to buy vegetables. Baguette is going camping with eight friends, all about 17-years-old and all girls.
As far as I know.
She's taking my Ford Explorer up the most dangerous highway in British Columbia, with four of her friends. The other five are traveling with another novice driver. Baguettes's climbing down from the attic with a sleeping bag and a pair of my underwear demanding to know where the pouch for the bag is and why my underwear is in the attic. Old Bag is trying to fit all the stuff in the hall into one Roughneck container. I've gone over lighting the Coleman lantern and stove and BBQ and the proper care of propane fuels with Baguette. I've been on the phone and bought BC Auto Association memberships for myself and my daughter.
Since I'm stuck here with no vehicle, I've acquired steak and prawns, paint and brushes and a quantity of beer. I've got the bathroom and kitchen yet to paint and then I get to go on vacation for real. First I get to pay $100 to take a ferry to visit the Old Bag's SistyUgly and then drive to the other end of the Island to spend maybe a day with an old buddy. If either were left out, I'd be in sh*t. If one was left out, and I'll let you guess which, we could have a leisurely couple days at a waterfront home, with liberal amounts of beer and gin-and-tonic and I might even get to catch a bass or two at Spider Lake.
And then, it's the rush to return home, to pack up the tent trailer, fill propane bottles, find a new tarp (damn, I still have to show the Baguette how to put up a tarp - rain in the forecast), fill the tank on the Explorer yet again, cut the lawn and arrange for newspaper pickup.
Old Bag (above) is complaining she doesn't have a summer jacket. Doesn't have a pink sweatshirt, no vest (everybody has a vest).
You know what I really like about fishing?
It's so relaxing.
"There are no steelhead".
