Sunday, November 17, 2019

Ms. Bunny Swan


I got two lovely pink flowering (Cherry?) trees for my yard. (See above.) In Spring, the blossoms are lush and bright and I love how they shine against the dark forest. Now these lovely trees are a shimmering beacon in the darkness of the Winter woods.
Today a major rainstorm and warm temperatures was predicted. We call these warm winter storms a “Pineapple Express” because they come from the southwest (Hawaii). But I think it arrived early. Last night it poured,  but this morning there were brief periods of blue sky during our (coatless) dog walk. Come Tuesday, we’ll start two weeks of sunny days according to Environment Canada.
I did a very  modest amount of work on the armature yesterday. 
For the past few days, five of my fingers were so sore that crafting was painful—especially since the three most painful fingers are on my right hand. I’m assuming the trouble, as with my terribly painful wrist a while back, is arthritis. I’ve had no diagnosis, it was the second guest of a locum who sent me for x-rays of my wrist.
But hallelujah, my fingers are bending today and they are much less painful. Still, I think reading might be a better idea to pass time than crafting.
I have really enjoyed watching The Marvellous Mrs. Maisel,  on Amazon Prime. I love the actors, the sets, the costumes and the writing. One of the actors I really enjoy is Alex Borstein. She plays a character called Susie Myerson, Midge Maisel’s agent who’s kind of edgy,vkind of butch, very  funny and a dreadful dresser! Well ….
Between 2003 and 2009, I fell in love with a comic character on Mad TV. The character was Miss (Bunny) Swan—is a bit of a nasty Asian woman who speaks with a thick comedic Asian accent. Check her out here. But no! An Asian actor did not play her; she was Alex Borstein!
By noon, the blue sky was gone and the forest turned blue with mist. I’m going into the village for supplies and coming home to just chill until the best night on television begins.

















Saturday, November 16, 2019

Visiting Patsy


Fred (above) is a big bruiser of a beast. And I absolutely adore him! He’s vocal and terribly friendly (he runs to the door when I come home); he’s also heavy and long. Like I say, he’s one big bruiser, but he has this thin raspy high, high voice. He’s a soprano in a bass body.
Cultivate,  the big performing arts festival begun during my first summer here, is not happening next year. I’m not surprised. The local Arts Council is terribly dynamic but they took on a big  challenge with this third huge annual event, so they’re taking a year off to re-evaluate how it’s undertaken. They say Cultivate  will be back in 2021 but I wonder….


The heaviest known organism in the world is a clonal stand of Quaking Aspen in the Fishlake National Forest of south-central Utah (above). Connected by an enormous underground root system, the stand occupies 43 hectares and is estimated to weigh 6,000 metric tons. The root system is also among the oldest living global organisms, with an estimated age of 80,000 years.
After I washed the sofa and laundered my massive wool blanket because Sheba barfed on them, I got the bottle of Cognac Beth bought for Patsy, loaded Sheba into the car and drove to Drumbeg because it was absolutely beautiful yesterday afternoon. It was 15° and sunny and I tried out the new road into Drumbeg Park.
After about half an hour of bliss walking together, we came on Patsy who was also visiting the park with two friends. I arranged to drop by with the Cognac after Sheba and I finished walking.
We had a really  nice visit. It was just a perfect afternoon, and we laughed a lot. We both got into brief stories and then forgot where we were going. We laughed a lot about that.
I’d been feeling kind of cabin bound, at the end of last week—a little bored with my routines and iffy weather. But the walk in the park yesterday woke me up to my good fortune in living so close to nature. It really gave me a boost in spirit that’s still with me.
I did no work on the armature for my figure yesterday. I’ve done none-to-little for ages. Instead, I went to Michael’s  in Nanaimo (pointless) and searched online for decorative papers with which to coat it—all to no avail. So today I’m getting back to it and I’ve decided to coat it with shit paper and add a decorative coating later. I’m going to Vancouver to look for paper at Paper Ya  and Opus  on Granville Island in a couple of weeks—and to have lunch at Le Crocodile.
















Friday, November 15, 2019

Sunshine and 15°!


The clusters of mushrooms everywhere  astound me. The only colour I can think of that I haven’t seen in a mushroom cap is green. The variety of size is as varied—you should see the black ones that grow here! They are super ugly.
It’s easy to understand why mushrooms feature in folklore. The look like little villages of creatures and the way they trail through the undergrowth of the forest, is magical. 
Donna, who’s lived here forever, said yesterday: “Every year I wish I new more about them. But when I moved here and discovered their abundance and tried to learn about which ones were edible, I gave up. For every species you can eat, there are two more that look almost exactly the same.”
The clutch of white ones, above, are growing in my yard. They are the latest ones to emerge this Autumn. 
It was easy to do my errands yesterday. I realize that every day I get a little better—very little, in fact, but better as I get more accustomed to this ‘new’ environment of Gabriola/Nanaimo. And with each experience alone and away, my interaction with people as a mute person improves. Yesterday I felt “solid” all day.
It reached 15° yesterday afternoon and it is likely to be almost as warm again today. It’s really nice to go outside with Sheba when it’s not raining. But it was raining—lightly, but relentlessly—when I went on the dog walk this morning, so I donned my waterproof pants* and a good heavy raincoat.
Half way through the walk, I was so warm I had to carry my coat and walk unprotected in what had become rather gentle rain. By the time we got back to our cars, the sky had cleared and there is naught but blue sky now.
My indoor activity today will be working on the armature.
* Pet peeve: I miss the word, “trousers.” All everyone ever speaks of, are “pants,” and “pants’ is a rather inelegant work. When was the last time you heard anyone use the “T” word?