GIRO runs a very popular store to help raise money for their recycling services, so I was sure they’d want the three pure leather bags I offered them, but they refused them. I was shocked. So, instead, I put them up for sale on our Facebook community pages. I’m decluttering.
I also bagged more stuff for Gabriola Disposal to take away when they come. It hurt to put my favourite Hudson Bay Blanket into the bag. It’s a huge pure wool blanket, but without the popular red, green and black stripes. It’s a size that the Bay stopped making decades ago, and it has reached its end. It is full of holes now, but it still hurt to dispose of it.
And then I put all my Styrofoam heads and their paper wigs into the bag as well. That hurt too, as did disposing of my dresses months ago. But it’s done now and I’m glad that Pinecone Park is so much tidier, plus I’ve saved my executor some work.
Around noon, things got exciting—exciting for me, a person who does f-all and am alone all the time. A Fedex truck arrived. I knew because Sheba started barking at 50,000 decibels. I thought it would be my Tezspire, but it was my new chair. And when the driver and I carried the chair package to the front porch, I saw another package there. It was my three books! Woo hoo!
I had a chat with the Fedex driver. She’s a lovely woman and it’s always her that brings my Tezspire and everything that comes to me via Fedex. She’s going to text me when she is on her way to my house from now on. That way, I can put Sheba outside before she comes and I will avoid the sudden loud barking that often makes me seize because it’s silent inside the house and her sudden barking triggers me.
An hour was spent assembling the chair. It is satisfactory, but uninspiring. And once assembled and put in place, Her Highness and I went to Elder Cedar to walk. She wore her collar (she thinks of it as a necklace) and I had her leash in my pocket, so we were prepared to leash up if anyone was on the trail. The nasty women of Monday’s walk, would be pleased with me.
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When I was a very young lad, I came to this island for the first time. I was here with Don and Connie, and they were having nothing to do with me. We were staying at Surf Lodge, owned by the Nash family, and Mr. Nash took me under his wing. Foremost amongst the many things he did for me or with me, was teaching me to water ski. I was mesmerised by the sight of the ocean floor that I could see through the stunningly clear water.
His Daughter, Jennifer, wrote to me yesterday saying that she wanted to buy one of my bags that I posted on Facebook. I replied immediately, telling her she could have it for free and I explained why, telling her how much I cared for her wonderful, kind, magical father. She was touched. She’s coming by this morning to pick up the bag.
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I learned a new term yesterday. I have long referred to myself as a “late onset stutterer.” That is the term STAMMA uses, but I read a paper yesterday that refers to my situation as “neurogenic stuttering.” It makes sense, and it’s easier to say than late onset stuttering.
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It’s a dry morning. There’s been no rain since Monday, so the ground is not as soggy as it’s been. My Tezspire comes today, so I’ll be giving myself a shot this afternoon. We’ll walk with our friends this morning and when we come back, I’m going to start reading a Simon Mason book. I’m desperate to like it. Reading has always been a great passion for me, but last year it became difficult. I get restless sitting and I keep getting up to move around. Fingers crossed!
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| Flickers are a constant presence in Pinecone Park. |
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