Archive for May, 2010

Fraser Valley

Thursday, May 13th, 2010

near Hope

We had the day off so we headed out into the valley.

It always amazes me how many people confine themselves to Highway 1. The stretch from Vancouver to Hope is one of the most boring stretches of road you will encounter. It’s up there with the I5 to Seattle and most of the Prairies as places I loathe to drive.

Sure, it’s direct. It’s easy. It’s the way that Google Maps and GPS units will tell you to go, but if you’re going to spend a few hours driving then you may as well have something interesting to look at.

Good thing I know the backroutes. I’m not very good at paying attention though so we ended up taking some wrong turns, after which point I’d just amend our plans and go that route instead. No big deal. I’m never really lost. I navigate by feel anyways.

We had a good time. I’ve got more photos to post tomorrow.





Monday, May 10th, 2010

Just under two weeks ago I was doing some yardwork behind our house and saw a couple of ducks wandering down the back alley like they were out on a Sunday stroll. At first it looked like they were just passing through, but they lingered for a long time. I didn’t think much of it at the time, other than making a note to myself to get out my camera to take some pictures after I was finished working.

But the neighbours aren’t as tolerant as I am and they banged pots and chased the ducks around the back lane until they flew away.

I have been gradually transforming the back garden back into a garden. Apparently the lady who used to live here before the landlord bought the house had a very nice garden, but since then it has filled up with weeds and garbage that I’ve been removing. It wasn’t until well after I started that I thought that I should take a before picture.

I forgot to take a before picture

A week after I first saw them, the ducks were back, hanging out in our back yard.

On Supernanny

Sunday, May 9th, 2010

Fulford Harbour

Mom: Supernanny’s good and all, but you never see her doing psychological warfare. You guys never acted up because I had you well trained. I could take Supernanny any day because I fuck with my children’s minds.

Sister: When I grow up I want to fuck with my children’s minds too, and when they’re bad I’ll just send them to you.

A chorus of “awwww” and group hug ensued.

I really love my mom.

My feet are not a font of unlimited riches

Saturday, May 8th, 2010

Fulford Harbour

This morning Wesley asked me if I’d ever considered being a foot model today. He knows that I’ve been looking for work and he saw an ad on Craigslist looking for foot models. No specific details other than that they must be well maintained feet attached to female students in need of quick cash…

Well, it’s a good thing I have ugly feet.

Of all the things I could have done, moving in with these people is probably one of the better things. They are a constant source of random weirdness in my life.

How to cure a cold

Wednesday, May 5th, 2010

Quebecois medicine

Half our household is surfing in Tofino right now. Steph’s busy working or volunteering and everything else that she does, leaving just Mye and I alone most of the time.

I have been sick with a cold lately. It set in shortly after we came back from Salt Spring and it doesn’t seem to want to go away. Mye told me that the solution to this is to keep an onion beside my bed.

Apparently this is going to cure me. I don’t suppose it will hurt.

People everywhere

Tuesday, May 4th, 2010

Fulford Harbour

This past week has been a weird one for running into people I haven’t seen in a long time.

I was coming up the stairs from Granville Station and the person holding the door just happened to be my old pair partner from rowing, Erin, who told me the story about how she’s suddenly become a homelessness advocate.

When I got home I found my friend Aria sitting on my couch. We had a lot of things to talk about, so it kept me up way past 2am.

Then we witnessed the epic return of Steve from Japan. He spent a year there for co-op and because he is one of the virtuous souls that absolutely refuses to participate in Facebook or other social media, he is pretty out of the loop.

While in Japan he played in a band. He contacted Wesley to see if he could use some of Wesley’s songs. Wesley sent a couple mp3s of things he was working on and the band performed a couple. The DVD he brought back was kind of funny. They play a song which is kind of weird. It switches between shoegazey rock to latin swing. At the end there is a bit of polite applause and it’s not until Steve tells them in Japanese that his friend wrote the song that you hear the audience say in unison: “Oh!”

On top of this, one of my roommate’s cousins is staying with us for a bit. He doesn’t speak a lot of English so it’s really been testing the limits of my French and making my brain sore. He’s a nice enough guy though, and he cleans, which never hurts.

But all this socialness really tires me out. I need to go hide under a rock for a few days and apply for some jobs.

Fulford Harbour

Saturday, May 1st, 2010

Fulford Harbour

Fulford Harbour

Mary-Lee’s improvised charades game revealed Wesley’s nearly complete lack of knowledge of Disney movies and pop culture. Steph was trying to get him to guess “Jane Fonda.” She said “Tarzan and…”

“Penelope!” he shouted.

Shortly after this, Steph confused Pinnochio with Ron Jeremy, so she’s not without fault.

Fulford Harbour

Fulford Harbour

Fulford Harbour post office

Our last day on Salt Spring wasn’t very eventful. I suggested that we leave from Fulford Harbour because there is a lot more to do around there than there is at Long Harbour, so that’s where we ended up.

I like Fulford Harbour. It has a real small village atmosphere, with a couple streets of brightly painted buildings. We wandered around the village, looking into shops while hippies followed us around and stared.

I don’t really have much to say about it. I just have pictures.

Fulford Harbour

Fulford Harbour

Fulford Harbour