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Low Water, Tree, BBI
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Low water in the lake, Kokanee Creek mud flats.
Bent Tree
And, still in business, and never was a great time better advertised...
Misery
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Batsh*t in Nelson, the gateway, his sister, meeting her, he's warned me, she quickly drops word of her personal relationship with Jesus, which she seems to have adopted merely to raise herself above any suspicion, a common church trick, she manages Batsh*t's pension cheques, has him on a $10 a week allowance, I figure it all out pretty quick, am joking with him that she'll in the end never give him the key to his new place, that she'll break his legs and keep him in bed feeding him from her abundance of ready-to-expire food bank donations and reading to him the bible, one of those people that forever mean well but do only harm, he can't stand her but has to shut up while he's at her place, and you begin to understand him a bit better, the bullshit, it's spread a lot thinner now, and you realize that all things told he's probably the sanest one in his family...
It's not a coffee mug...
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Perusing the thrift shops when I come across a coffee mug and I have a flash of inspiration...
It's not just a coffee mug, why, it's not a coffee mug at all!
It's an engagement ring!!! That also holds coffee....
Function and beauty...much better than the old engagement rings that merely advertised vulgar bad taste, why, add a few rhinestones and a Starbucks card and you've got a wedding that I could afford...
No Place Like Home
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Except, of course, that I've forgotten where that is.
Back to Calgary, a short visit, the daughter, bureaucracy, see a couple of friends. The Nephew, he's too busy to catch up, we catch up briefly on the phone, he's working 16 hours a day driving truck, he's talking about how much he misses the restaurant, he must be the only person on earth, yeah, the restaurant, it was the best job he ever had, will ever have, he had a few that were as good, better, in the restaurant business after the restaurant closed, would brag about how he did nothing all day but text on his phone, sadly they didn't last, go figure, now, 16 hours a day, hating his job, never a moment to check his phone...
I see other friends but I'm preoccupied, too much on my mind, money-money-money as always, but there are other things as well, people make time to see you but your company disappoints, I'm a long way from being my best self.
And I go to the locker, want to rescue a handful of interesting things, small things, but I can't ever get a 1/4 of the way back, that's how full it is, have to give up, I'm at risk for a crushing death beneath staggering towers of boxes whose contents I've long forgotten...
Finally, leaving Calgary, coming back to the Koots, to where? From where? I've lost all feelings of home, these are all just places...
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