One year on

It’s a dark and stormy Sunday.  Bill and I are on the ferry heading for Victoria, no thanks to us.  We arrived at the ferry as it pulled out, so we were first in line for the next one.  We ate our lunch and then fell asleep waiting for the ship to come in.  When we woke cars were driving around us and up the ramp.  Nobody even honked.  Paula, Bill and I had got up this morning at 4:55, stumbled around taking turns in the bathroom and were on the road by just after 5:30.  I discovered why women used to use vanity tables.  When 3 people are using one bathroom with only limited time, you just do the water stuff there and all else in your room.  We did that this morning and all went well. Paula and I put on our makeup and did our hair in the bedrooms. In the strange way that things have of coming into your life in pairs or bunches, I had just talked about vanity tables with the carpenter who repaired my rocker.  He told me how he had altered one to make 2 bedside tables because nobody ever uses them any more.   After this morning, I think I might look for one.  I had made banana/walnut muffins and we stopped at Tim Hortons for coffee.  We left Paula at the Kelowna airport to fly back to Thunder Bay at 7:30 and drove on to Hope where I programmed Tom Tom for mom and dad’s in Victoria and then drove off in the wrong direction back to Kelowna.  This sent Richard, the voice, into a correcting fit.  We did what he told us because there was no option and within about 7km were pointing in a westerly direction again and following ‘the voice’ to the ferry.  No wonder we dropped off waiting for it.

The ship’s really rocking.  There’s quite a wind blowing now, and I think its been going for a while.  Even in Hope there was a strong wind and the road was strewn with leaves, boughs and branches.  It was the same in parts of Surry.  I’m getting dizzy at the computer, so I think I’ll stop writing.  This week marks a year since I left Mela and Don’s and started “The West Commences.”  I think I should change its name.