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Pride Parade, Day Off, Drunk Neighbours
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Sunday, I forgot to mention, was the closing day of Pride and the daughter and I on the way to the Co-op found ourselves in the midst of it. This town punches above it's weight in rainbows, although the abundance of Southern Plates suggest a large number came up from more conservative climes to a place where they wouldn't be so harshly judged.
And that evening, my neighbour to the right, a rather plain picture of country domesticity, has outdone herself and dressed up as a Pony Girl, the full regalia, galloping with her girlfriend off to the club, giddy up! I would never have guessed, but it becomes her.
Yesterday, reading my book, 38 degrees, record breaking temperatures, the sky slowly filling with smoke, a sullen bronze, errands to be done in the morning, before 10 or 11 when it becomes unbearable to go out, and maybe again a stroll after 8 when the sun is down and a cool wind. The day off is largely thwarted by a bored upstairs neighbour, the power outage pooched her TV, her boyfriend is off in Sicamous and she’s lost her phone, drunk at 9:00 AM and left it on the power box outside where the CPD club gathers, picked up and later returned by a couple of itinerant meth-heads, now she's popping in and threatening my day off, making rather suggestive overtures that perhaps if I'm as bored as she is...
I'm not. I have a book. She doesn't take no very well, but I congratulate her on her boyfriend and remind her of how well they get along and she gets it.
Now, a hot and hazy day, the rain of hazelnuts and acorns at the intersections and parking lots, the crows waiting for traffic to crack them, and going for coffee to find no line-up, the town now belongs once again to the locals, time to get on with a few other projects and start cleaning up the paper machete shredding, bust out the paints, the mixed media, this was a long year without wheels and I don't want next year to be the same...
A Boyhood in Nelson “Growing Up During the Depression” - Kenneth A. Morrow
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The Charm of local authors, every town has a few, nothing of literary merit but curious so see how this town was in the days before, many of the buildings and houses still remain, and most of the people he mentions still have descendants of the people in the town.
Beginning in Trail, and the great die off for 30 KM around due to the pollution from the Smelter, then to Nelson where the author grew up, neighbours included the Maglio’s, who’s name still appears on antique buildings, building supply stores and one descendent used to Golf and was a great customer, the "Old Money" of the town.
Comprised of reminisces similar to “The Great Brain”, childhood stories of poverty, of illness and Polio and the fact that while many if not all families were stricken by diseases and disabilities that would be preventable and treatable today, many doubtless connected to the smelter in Trail, the final follow up with his surviving friends, neighbours, brothers and sisters, Nelson’s Chinatown and Red Light district, still, and when my Metal Detector comes from the locker I have some ideas of where to search, this town is doubtless loaded with buried treasures only needing me to unearth...
It does bring to mind how much things have changed, and largely for the better.
A fine way to pass a bloody hot day...
Treasure Hunt!!
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This looks fun!
Link: https://treasure.northernminer.com/
Now I might have to rack my brains for a bit, money's on it's going to be close to Toronto, Montreal or Vancouver. Since I have agents in most of these places I just might try my luck...
Mind you, gagging on that abysmal poetry, I mean, they're making you work for it if you have to suffer that to find it...
The Labour Day Power Outage
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The daughter had asked during her visit why the time on the stove didn't match the real time, and I was explaining that I was tracking the time since the last power outage.
I didn't have to wait long, Labour Day, an hour after she's left there's a power outage, just long enough to close all the restaurants and cafes, any excuse would do really, drive the tourists out of Nelson, but our restaurant isn’t closing, we’re the only show in town and sure-enough summer goes out with a bang. I might miss the cash but I'll love the peace of mind. I really got to get out of this industry, there's gotta be another way to make money...
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