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The Police Call...
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In other news, the weather's been turning, rain, on the windshield, through the crack in the unclosed door, running down, up early to get a coffee and get warm.
Read the internet, the elections, imminent, Alberta, political news from there always triggers that Banjo music from "Deliverance" in my head, another obituary for another of our customers, one of the golfers, only saw them once this year, they were always very generous, but one was not looking in such good health.
I had joked that the restaurant would not open in the spring, would be sold, but at this rate it's going to open to no customers...
This is the routine. Then to the thrift shop to do my sorting, unboxing, treasures a-plenty.
By Thursday I've cleared the backlog and the back wall, for the first time in 6 months, is visible. I turn my attention to the jewelry, thinking that this will be a relief from all the kitsch and kitchenware I've had to endure.
I was wrong. Unknotting chains, mostly costume, cutting apart necklaces for the beads, bad hemp jewelry, or poorly crafted pendants or beaded bits of earrings, bracelets, occasional bits of fake silver, real silver, the glint of gold plating or - much rarer - a diamond chip set into 9 karat gold...
These are not the treasures I was looking for.
Saturday, Sunday, winter's here. Overnight, the wind howling, snow drifts piling, in the middle of the night the cities black, the power is off, and I'm largely warm but getting cold, colder, my feet, there's no way to keep them warm.
Another sleeping bag, another layer.
Bloody hell.
Make my way to Oso, run into V*****, a Quebecois who sits with me and tells me about his life, the moustached squirrel that broke into his cabin and spent 3 weeks inside eating everything, shitting everywhere, pissing everywhere, all while he was away in Quebec, and now he's returned to find this mess...
...and about work, and his son and chopping wood and all the trifling local news and how he needs firewood and his truck won't make it up the hill, too slippery...
I wasn't writing anyways, so sit and just listen.
I meet J***, an acquaintance of V*****, who joins the conversation from a neighboring table, young, very handsome, fluent in English and French, by which I mean he has no accent, contrasted with V***** who has the classic accent.
I get a call from the Police, they're reporting a break in at my jeep, and - for a moment - I'm confused.
"Who should I call?..." I wonder. I head down to check it out, door flapping in the wind, only a few flashlights stolen as far as I can see, tape the door closed.
And, walking down past the commercial space I'd considered renting for the winter - didn't get around quickly enough to it, and somebody else rented, taped paper over all the windows and I have the feeling that they are doing exactly what I would be doing, using a bogus business, "Quack Medical" or some such, as a front for their living space.
Which brings us to the moment, free now, after a fashion, a million things to be done and it's time to get serious, and time as well to get moved indoors...
Cap'n Henry Every
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A fascinating character from Pirate history, the uncaught Henry Every, who made off with one of (if not THE) largest Pirate Hauls in history. One of the largest world-wide manhunts turned up nothing, and he was variously rumored to have died destitute in England or have set up a Pirate Utopia in Madagascar, where coins were supposedly minted with his image. His treasure remains undiscovered.
A curious fact: That even the Captain of a Pirate Ship only took double the portion of his Crew. By that I mean - if 99 crew members survived an act of piracy (eg: taking a galleon) - that treasure would be split 100 ways, each crew member getting a single portion, the Captain getting double.
Compare that to the wages sailors were paid and piracy becomes a perfectly reasonable career (they were often paid a pittance to do the same on behalf of the crown, why not then do it for themselves?).
And compare, again, how well most CEO's pay themselves vs what they pay their employees and you'll soon conclude the golden days of fair play are long past...
Puffer-Nuffer
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Halloween, and nothing going on, which was sad because I'd made big plans to go to a rave or club and in the end did nothing.
Almost nothing. A friend invites me to a school Halloween do, outdoors. It's one of those "alternative" schools, and with no reasonable excuses as to why I can't go I'm in.
Now it's cold out, unseasonably, and dark, and the "tour" begins in the parking lot, from which you walk through the forest along lighted paths to various stations at which you're given (or more the children are given) "quests". There is nothing in the least scary about this Halloween, it goes against the schools teachings. This Halloween we're on a quest to find "Puffer-Nuffer", a magical leprechaun that on Halloween can be enticed to give away his gold...
So the parents walk with their kids to see first the Fairies, then various other woodland creatures, all done in lighted tents, ...
... and I'm laughing, because this, this quest to find the fairies, the.... the lights, the woods, it's grooming the kids into rave culture, and this "Puffer-Nuffer", I'm thinking that's a reference to the most socially accepted vice out here, and I'm not sure they did this on purpose or simply because it's so woven into the culture it all just came to them without thinking...
Anyways, that was as close as I got to a rave this Halloween, and you don't need to tell me, I'm disappointed as well...
Free Mattress
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Without a doubt the least tempting "Free Thing" I've seen in the Kootenays. Which goes to show the lengths people will (and will not) go to to get rid of their trash.
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