POST # 543
I was up early yesterday, in preparation for my return journey to Canada, and my next house sit. Mary's condition had improved enough for her to drive me to the train station. She has come a long way, since my arrival a month ago.
The sky was grey, as was my mood which is always the case when I have to say goodbye to Mary and Dora-dog.
The train journey was uneventful, as was my interaction with Canadian Customs upon arriving in Vancouver. I was thankful for that. I had sufficient time to have a quick bite of lunch, and catch up on a few emails, prior to continuing my journey via the Skytrain and then bus to Horseshoe Bay. While waiting for the bus, a man standing next to me had an interesting ring on his finger. I couldn't help but mention that my father had been a goldsmith, and that he would have been impressed with the size of the gold nugget mounted on his ring. The next thing you know, he told me it was from Bear Creek in the Yukon. Bear Creek was where my little cabin Snug was located, and that got us talking about the Yukon. He then told me that he grew up in Dawson City. What a coincidence. If I hadn't commented on his ring, we would never have had the interaction. Later on we would have another conversation, and one more coincidence would take place. As we were getting ready to leave the ferry, we just happened to be standing next to each other, and I asked him if Nanaimo was his final destination? He said yes, as this was where his mom now lives, and he was coming over to celebrate her 90th birthday which was the next day. My party met me at the terminal and we walked over to their car. Lo and behold, the man I had been just talking to, showed up at the car parked right next to us. A little old lady was there to meet him and I assumed that this was his mother. As she walked towards the back of the car I wished her a very happy birthday for tomorrow, and the look on her face was priceless, as she couldn't understand how a total stranger would know that she was going to be having a birthday. I left it to her son to fill her in on the details. So that was the second coincidence of the day. I always find it amazing when things like this happen. And for me, they seem to happen on a fairly regular basis.
So I am now settling in at my new location with Dee Dee, aka D-dog. From one D-dog to the next.
This D-dog is moving a bit slower than the last time I was here, but she's certainly doing well for her age. I'm looking forward to a relaxed house sit with Dee Dee.
grateful for every breath,
Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer
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