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Stephen the Writer
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Saturday, busy all the day through. The whole restaurant; the back tied up by a party of (~50) that make themselves at home the entire day, coming and going, the front of the restaurant reserved for our regular customers. The party, locals, and largely bad tippers who've overcome their disdain of the place to celebrate ***** and not tip JR.
A long day of moving tables and setting up/taking down a party that was far, far more hassle then it was worth, but they knew that going in.
Then, 5:15, who should appear but Stephen the Writer, Stephen from Gastown, now from Creston, and it's good to see him.
Funny to say, but I'd been expecting him. I work at the Crossroads, I see everyone.
And so we catch up, best we can, I've a lot of other tables and the party in the back is making things troublesome.
It's good to see him and he's astonished by the "Coincidence" of our reacquaintance. I'm not so astonished.
He makes his ferry, the night proceeds, busy, a pair from Kaslo that are giving me updates on places to rent - and this is good, because - sooner or later I'm going to need a place to live (later I'm thinking...) but the first thing at the moment - the first thing - is to get the CRV back on the road in tip-top condition, and to pay down a few of the winter bills. Because there are a lot of bills...
...and then get back up the mountain...
The American and Bigfoot
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He was up doing the hot-springs tour with his 2 young children, an older guy, late 40's maybe. And he's a big book on Bigfoot Tales in front of him, which I presumed he was reading to his kids, and somehow we got to talking.
Nope. The book was his. And so I'm telling him a few of the local sightings, with a caution as to the credibility of the witnesses.
He has his own story he tells me. That he was in Washington, Upstate, Olympia region, driving, highway, 2 friends, when what should they see lying across the road - ???
He didn't know. It had a humanish face, not protruding like a deer or wolf. Maybe it was eating something, roadkill. Big. He had no explanations.
As a witness he's sober, credible, he's seen something - with others, that he can't explain. That's beyond the pale. Outside the ordinary. And he's looking for an explanation.
Now, what do you do when your reality is tipped a bit on it's head? Not that I believe, rather, I'm skeptical, but - it's an easy thing to be when you haven't had the experience.
He's quiet, this conversation, it's brought up something that still disturbs him...
Harold and the Double Clutch
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Talking to a customer about the little CRV problem I'm having and he tells me it's the (???). Part of the transmission, $150 part, more labor, in the interim I should be able to "Double Clutch", shifting first into neutral then clutching again before shifting into 4th and 5th.
This has me excited. A workaround!!!
But, sadly, nope, no double-clutch for me. A long drive into Nelson, 4th gear makes a horrible grinding noise (and doesn't engage) and fifth gear is the same as neutral.
Damn.
Anyways, to town last night, "Meowmix" at the Spirit Bar, and it's been so long since I've been out at a club - and it reminds me; this is why I moved here, the parties are unsurpassed...I'm definitely not getting my value out of paradise...
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Morning, not so bright and early but I find the energy to get myself to the gym. It's gotten to the point where just carting all these muscles around is creating new muscles, I'm reaching some sort of critical mass...
Thursday morning at the Gym...
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Thursday, Gym in the morning. Note to self, don't go to gym on Tuesday/Thursday morning as the steam room/sauna doesn't open until 1:30. They have it on a sign but I stopped reading as soon as I got muscles.
Did I tell you about my muscles?
People are getting out of my way at the gym, lemme tell you...if they don't budge I bench press them AND the machine....Nobody kicks sand in my-face!!!!
Japan Called, I'm on standby for when Godzilla rises again...
It's true, I had to register my muscles with the Nelson Police Department as a deadly weapon...one of the cops spotted me in the gym and told me they weren't street legal anymore...
Did you hear about that kid that died after getting run over by the school bus? No? BECAUSE I SAVED HIM BY LIFTING THE SCHOOL BUS UP!!!!
When I saw the doctors about them they told me it was just muscles but then they all wanted to get their pictures taken with me. Naked.
...You can touch it if you want. It's called a "BICEP".
So I've picked up a part-time gig at the laundromat where I just stand against the wall and women come in to wash their knickers on my 6-pack...
You know, I derive very little satisfaction from going to the gym, the process. But - once it's over - I derive a great deal of pleasure telling my friends about it...Therein I think lies it's value.
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