POST # 45
Well, maybe I should have begun the title of this blog post with the "??????" because when I awoke this morning, which was quite late by the way, after having a very restful sleep, I soon realized that it was blog day again, and I really didn't have any idea where this story would begin, or end for that matter. Kind of like life, really. It seems like this time has come around again too soon, as a result of writing my last entry on the ninth instead of the seventh as normally scheduled.
I was originally awake around 4:30am and it briefly crossed my mind then that I should get up and start writing at that point. But Oscar was curled up in the crook of my legs and he looked so content so I used him as my weak excuse to drift back into dreamsville and lately there have been plenty of good dreams.
But by the time Felix arrived in the bedroom I knew that it must be time to get up. The boys were attempting to tell me through their actions that it was breakfast time and that I'd better get my lazy body up and out of bed in order to take care of their needs. I enticed Felix up on the bed to join Oscar and me for a little early morning group cuddle which is always nice, but as soon as I began to pull the covers back, they were down on the floor, and had started up one of their regular cat boxing matches, which is a hoot to watch. It begins with the "stare" during which time they begin to size up their opponent. This is followed by the very slow "dance" as they move around each other in a tight circular pattern, never taking their eyes off of one another. Finally one or the other of them begins to raise up a paw in the first signs of "attack" mode, and once that has happened it's only a matter of time before the other one raises his paw, and then the boxing has begun. I never see any claws come out and they just seem to be having fun getting some exercise. As fast as it began, it is soon over, and soon they are licking each others faces, as if to say, "don't worry brother, I still love you." It's great entertainment for the housesitter, and the boys appear to be having fun doing it, so it's all good.
With round one of the boxing match complete, and with the housesitter up and dressed, we head to the kitchen, or should I say that they lead me to the kitchen, and specifically to the cupboards beneath the sink, because that is where the cat food is located. "Meow,Paul we're hungry, and you got up very late today, so would you please drop everything else that you're doing and serve us up our breakfast?" I just hear the meow part, and that's enough for me. I need to get this task completed first, otherwise I will have two furballs hanging around on the floor beside me when I am doing my morning exercises. However, once the food is out, then I don't exist for a while in their minds, and I can go about my morning routine uninterrupted. Soon, Oscar and Felix will be outside taking care of business as it were, and for a while the house seems rather lonely without their presence. This new place that Cathy lives in since I was last on Orcas, is fully equipped with cat doors, which makes my life so much easier. At her previous house, I was upstairs in a loft, so each time the boys wanted to go out, I would have to walk down the stairs to facilitate this. Then every now and again I would have to take a look downstairs to see if one or both were ready to come back in. It was usually just one, which meant having to repeat the
exercise until both were back inside. Of course usually by that time the other one was thinking about going out again, which started the whole process all over. I think they were doing it that way just to get a kick out of having the housesitter go up and down, up and down the stairs. Now, it's all too easy. The other day I was outside walking past the cat door, and I had to chuckle as Cathy has written up on the wall above the door, "Oscar and Felix only." Orcas cats are known to be extremely intelligent, so once a stranger reads the sign, he/she moves on. So far I haven't had any other cats in the house, so I guess the sign is working. In a little while they will both be back inside, and curled up in one of the many cat friendly places there are here, and settling into their morning nap routine. Ah, the life of the cat. Eat, sleep for 14 hours a day, eat, sleep, repeat. Not too tough of a life, at least for these two boys.
Moving on, this week I have had a couple of "hunting" trips not too far from the house. October is apple time here on Orcas and after only a few rides around on the bike I came across a variety of trees just overloaded with apples ready for the picking and yet no one was doing that. I checked with a few locals to make sure that I wasn't going to be doing something I shouldn't be, that is, picking apples, and the word was go for it. So the apple hunt began. I managed to find a garden tool and a bucket that I could duck tape to it, and with this device I was able to increase my reach and capture more apples than I could have otherwise. I also found a little two step ladder to use. Cathy has a taller ladder, but with my leg the way it is, I didn't feel comfortable being that far from the ground. Anyhow the system I devised worked fine and I have a couple of varieties of apples now in the fridge. Last count was around sixty or more, and each day I manage to eat through three or four. Today I plan to go on another apple plucking adventure, and with the wind that has happened overnight and is still blowing strongly this morning, I might not even need to pick any, as the wind probably has done that for me. We'll see later today. An apple a day... I shouldn't be seeing any doctors for quite a long time.
I guess that brings me to the weather. Geez, Paul, your brain must be really short on ideas if you have resorted to talking about the weather. But it is worthy to note that as of yesterday we had a good soaking rain, and it's the first rain I can remember in many, many weeks. In that period of time I've been here, Vancouver and Everett, and the grass was dry and brown, so I am sure this will be a welcome relief. I am guessing that a certain dog in Everett is happy with the cooler weather for sure. But I can already picture the conversations in Vancouver. After a few days, the locals will be complaining about the rain. Maybe, maybe not, but as far as I am concerned it's a nice change. At this point I could go into a long essay about climate change, but if I've learned anything over the past seven years since I have been making a serious study of the subject, most people, at least most people that I have come across either don't want to talk about it, or even hear about it. Or maybe they're just too busy. I have come to the conclusion, probably too late, that it has been my emotional delivery of the topic that has had a negative impact on the listening audience. So now, even though I keep up to date with the latest facts and figures, I tend to keep quiet on the subject for the most part or if I do come across a willing listener, I try to deliver the message and keep my emotions out of it. But for me, that is still a challenge. After all the rhetoric, it really simply comes down to math and physics. Exponential curves and positive feedback loops that are rapidly changing the world in which we live, our only home. There is more than enough information out there for those who have an interest, and the subject can be explained much more eloquently than I could ever try to do. In the meantime I will continue to live my simplified lifestyle, which is the one thing that I can do, even though it's not enough. But it helps me sleep better at night.
Well, that last paragraph was a bit of a rant on a topic that probably doesn't belong in a blog about housesitting, but there it is. Perhaps I'll start another blog and dedicate it to climate change.
Back here at the ranch, the furballs are now back inside and are finishing up their self cleaning, prior to the morning snooze. I'm almost at the end of this post, and it's just about time to go out for a bike ride.
One final note about the title. The C was for Cats, the A for Apples, and the R was for rain. As far as the ???'s go, when I began this, that's how my brain felt, not knowing what to write about. Well now it's done, and I can get on to other tasks for the day ahead, including another apple hunt.
Peaceful times on Orcas Island
Happy Wandering,
Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer
And one small PS. After finishing this blog, I walked out on the front deck only to be totally enthralled by the activities of a hummingbird collecting nectar from a plant on the front porch. Magic!
THOUGHTFUL: showing consideration for others; occupied with or given to thought; contemplative; meditative. WANDERER: moving from place to place without a fixed plan; or having no permanent residence; nomadic.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
BETTER LATE THAN NEVER
POST # 44
Without going into any boring old technical details, my electronic link to the outside world has now been restored, and as a result I can continue on with my blog, which is a couple of days overdue.
Since my last posting, I have resettled my bones, both the good ones and the ones on the mend, back here on lovely Orcas island. This is now my third visit to this peaceful island oasis, and I am happy to be back with my furball friends Oscar and Felix. Oscar appears to have caught up to Felix in the size department since my last visit in February, which gives him a more even match with his brother, when they get started with their daily "boxing" matches with each other. Felix is probably wondering why he hasn't quite got the edge over Oscar that he had in the past.
Also, since my last visit, Cathy,the owner, has relocated to a new home, not far from where she was renting, but now she has her own house which has about twice as much space as before, and a yard as well. The furballs have a whole new world to explore, and in the short time I have been back on the scene, they seem to have adapted to it very well and appear to be quite content with the new location. It is a couple of blocks further from the beach, so my nightly walk there with the cats is now off of their agenda which is unfortunate, however the boys and I can walk up the road from the new house if we chose to and that will have to do.
Cathy's former residence was a loft above a house near the beach, which was a very cozy location. It was rather tiny, but compared to living on a sailboat, it was more than enough space for me. I am one of those people who feels cozy rather than claustrophobic in a small space. I guess you are either one or the other. I'll take SNUG over a McMansion any day of the week, and I am not sure why. However I have a book which I purchased many years ago, titled "The Hand Sculpted House." The book is a detailed account of how to build a cob house, and one of the authors, Linda Smiley, talks about this business of feeling cozy in a small space in the introduction of the book. She is one of those type of people and she attributes this partly at least to the fact that as a newborn baby she was in an incubator for a while, and as a result of that experience, she felt safe in a small space. Having weighed in at only 4 pounds, 9 ounces when I was born, I too have some incubator time under my belt. Whether or not this early experience affects how we feel about the space that surrounds us is probably up for debate. All I know is, as far as I am concerned, small is better, and that would partly explain why to this day my little shack in the bush called SNUG is still at the top of my list as my favourite home. It was only about 80 square feet in total, which wouldn't even be the size of the bathroom in some houses, yet the longer I lived there, the more I thought that I had too much space. Anyhow, all of this rambling on is just another way of saying that my current location is very roomy indeed, and it will take a while to adjust to it after the previous Orcas location. But adapt to it I will, and I am sure that Oscar, Felix and myself will be content in our new location together.
In other news, my leg continues to slowly improve, and even though the changes are small ones, the direction is positive and for that I am grateful. It's been just over 7 months now since my fall, and I seem to recall being told way back when I was still in the hospital that it could take the better part of a year before I would be back to any kind of normal walking, so we'll see how that all goes. The bike riding has been a great blessing indeed, and I try to make that a part of my daily routine. Riding is important and the added bonus, is that I love to ride, so my rehab ends up just being fun in the end. I don't imagine that too many people ever think that way about rehab. I am thinking about making my second journey up to the top of Mt. Constitution, the highest point here on Orcas at some time during my stay. It's been great bike riding weather of late, and it would seem a shame not to take advantage of it while it lasts. Whether I go to the top of the mountain or not, I will most certainly continue my daily rides exploring the backroads of the island.
I think I'll wrap this up now, because it will be a shorter time between blogs, and I want to have something to write about on the next one.
Now, it's time for some cat bonding with the furballs.
Until next time.
Stay happy,
Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer
Without going into any boring old technical details, my electronic link to the outside world has now been restored, and as a result I can continue on with my blog, which is a couple of days overdue.
Since my last posting, I have resettled my bones, both the good ones and the ones on the mend, back here on lovely Orcas island. This is now my third visit to this peaceful island oasis, and I am happy to be back with my furball friends Oscar and Felix. Oscar appears to have caught up to Felix in the size department since my last visit in February, which gives him a more even match with his brother, when they get started with their daily "boxing" matches with each other. Felix is probably wondering why he hasn't quite got the edge over Oscar that he had in the past.
Also, since my last visit, Cathy,the owner, has relocated to a new home, not far from where she was renting, but now she has her own house which has about twice as much space as before, and a yard as well. The furballs have a whole new world to explore, and in the short time I have been back on the scene, they seem to have adapted to it very well and appear to be quite content with the new location. It is a couple of blocks further from the beach, so my nightly walk there with the cats is now off of their agenda which is unfortunate, however the boys and I can walk up the road from the new house if we chose to and that will have to do.
Cathy's former residence was a loft above a house near the beach, which was a very cozy location. It was rather tiny, but compared to living on a sailboat, it was more than enough space for me. I am one of those people who feels cozy rather than claustrophobic in a small space. I guess you are either one or the other. I'll take SNUG over a McMansion any day of the week, and I am not sure why. However I have a book which I purchased many years ago, titled "The Hand Sculpted House." The book is a detailed account of how to build a cob house, and one of the authors, Linda Smiley, talks about this business of feeling cozy in a small space in the introduction of the book. She is one of those type of people and she attributes this partly at least to the fact that as a newborn baby she was in an incubator for a while, and as a result of that experience, she felt safe in a small space. Having weighed in at only 4 pounds, 9 ounces when I was born, I too have some incubator time under my belt. Whether or not this early experience affects how we feel about the space that surrounds us is probably up for debate. All I know is, as far as I am concerned, small is better, and that would partly explain why to this day my little shack in the bush called SNUG is still at the top of my list as my favourite home. It was only about 80 square feet in total, which wouldn't even be the size of the bathroom in some houses, yet the longer I lived there, the more I thought that I had too much space. Anyhow, all of this rambling on is just another way of saying that my current location is very roomy indeed, and it will take a while to adjust to it after the previous Orcas location. But adapt to it I will, and I am sure that Oscar, Felix and myself will be content in our new location together.
In other news, my leg continues to slowly improve, and even though the changes are small ones, the direction is positive and for that I am grateful. It's been just over 7 months now since my fall, and I seem to recall being told way back when I was still in the hospital that it could take the better part of a year before I would be back to any kind of normal walking, so we'll see how that all goes. The bike riding has been a great blessing indeed, and I try to make that a part of my daily routine. Riding is important and the added bonus, is that I love to ride, so my rehab ends up just being fun in the end. I don't imagine that too many people ever think that way about rehab. I am thinking about making my second journey up to the top of Mt. Constitution, the highest point here on Orcas at some time during my stay. It's been great bike riding weather of late, and it would seem a shame not to take advantage of it while it lasts. Whether I go to the top of the mountain or not, I will most certainly continue my daily rides exploring the backroads of the island.
I think I'll wrap this up now, because it will be a shorter time between blogs, and I want to have something to write about on the next one.
Now, it's time for some cat bonding with the furballs.
Until next time.
Stay happy,
Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Possible post delay
To one and all,
I may or may not be able to access a computer terminal on Nov 7th, so that blog entry could be delayed by a day or two. BUT IT WILL GET WRITTEN.
CHEERS,
Paul
TTW
I may or may not be able to access a computer terminal on Nov 7th, so that blog entry could be delayed by a day or two. BUT IT WILL GET WRITTEN.
CHEERS,
Paul
TTW
Friday, September 28, 2012
THE PHILLIP LAW AND DR. PHILLIP LAW
POST # 43
It started off as a pleasant autumn day, and I was up rather early to do some last minute tidying up on board the "Phillip Law" the sailboat that I had owned and lived on for the past seven years in Vancouver. I wanted to make sure that everything was ship shape today, because I had two potential buyers coming to the marina to have a look and I wanted the boat to be looking her very best.
The first couple arrived around 1pm as I recall, an older couple whom I had talked to previously on the phone that week. Everything was going swimmingly, and they liked what they saw. After about an hour or so, as we sat out in the cockpit on this sunny afternoon, they made me an offer. Now I had had other "offers" in the past, which for one reason or another had fizzled away, but what set this offer apart was that the people were prepared to go with me right then and there, to their bank, so that they could take out the cash and hand it over to me. This was as good an offer as I had ever had and for that matter was ever likely to get.
So there we sat, buyer and seller on the cusp of a deal. They get what they want, and I get what I want. Simple right? Well sometimes things aren't as simple as they first appear.
Now a bit of background. The Phillip Law had been for sale for quite some time and as the months wore on, and the season as well, the price kept dropping in the hopes of finding that magic number that would be agreeable to both parties. Selling a boat at the best of times is challenging as there will always be more boats for sale than buyers, but in late 2011 with the state of world affairs, owning a boat was one of those "nice to haves" as opposed to "must have" items. As a result it was most definately a buyer's market.
OK, so with that in mind let's revisit the scene described above. I HAVE A BUYER and not only that, they are prepared to go and get the cash right now and do the deal. Easy right? Make the deal,right? RIGHT? Well there was one tiny complication. The previous evening, a young guy had phoned to ask if the boat was still for sale, and I had told him yes, but that I had a couple coming over the next afternoon who sounded very interested. He asked me to do him one favour. He said, "Paul, could you at least wait until I come over late in the afternoon with my brother to have a look before you make a decision." I gave him my word that I would, because at that point in time, I figured two potential buyers was better than one.
Back again to the cockpit scene. Being a man of my word, I explained to the couple, that even though they had made me an offer, I promised these two young men that I wouldn't sell the boat until they had had an opportunity to look at it.
"Just call them right now and explain that the boat is sold" the man said to me.
So there I sat, with that old saying "a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush" rattling through my brain. Do the deal Paul, but wait, you promised those young guys a look. What to do???
At that point, I walked down the companionway into the main cabin, picked up the phone and dialled Stephan, to explain to him, "sorry Stephan the boat is sold." That didn't go over very well, let me tell you. And he was quick to remind me that I had promised him a look. He went on to explain that both he and his brother had arranged to finish work early this day, in order to get down to the marina. Then he asked me what the couple was offering and I told him, and over the phone he offered me more. Now what? So I decided to stick to my word, which was what I had wanted to do all along, which calmed Stephan down, but had the exact opposite effect on the couple in the cockpit, who had listened to the entire conversation.
When I returned topsides, it was like I was facing two totally different people. A few minutes before, everyone was happy and smiling, but that had now past. I had two very annoyed potential buyers facing me. I felt like I was trying to please everyone but of course in a situation such as this, it wasn't going to happen. They barely looked me in the eye after that, and the walk to the marina gate seemed to take forever. I told them that I would call them once I knew what the result of the other offer was, but as they walked up the ramp, and I returned to the Phillip Law, I had this sinking feeling that I had kissed goodbye to a sure thing. Would Stephan and his brother even show up? There had been plenty of no shows in the past, and even if they did show up, would they like the boat and make me an offer? And if not, had I sufficiently pissed off the previous couple to the point that they wouldn't want to do business with me ever again? All these questions were going through my head as I walked back along the dock.
My neighbour Tommy, and another neighbour Bill, two old salts in their '70's came up to ask how things went, and I explained the whole thing. They both reiterated the "bird in the hand" line, which was all I needed to hear at that point. They had been around for all the previous potential buyers, and I know at that point they thought that I had made a very big error in judgement.
Be that as it may I now sat back onboard waiting, hoping, that the phone would ring, and sure enough, right at the appointed time, Stephan and his brother arrived. Two young French Canadian lads, keen on having a boat of their own. After introductions, they got right to it, checking various things, like the sails, the through hull connections, rigging, and of course the engine, which I fired up so that they could see how it ran. Everything went to perfection, and after about an hour, they said the words I was hoping to hear, "We'd like to buy your boat, Paul". And with that, a contract was signed and they pulled a bundle of cash out and the deal was completed. To top it off, I ended up with more than I would have if I had sold it to the previous couple. Prior to their departure, we arranged a date for the handover, which gave me a few more days to finalize things. They would take over the boat on October 1st, the day I would depart for Orcas island to go housesitting.
All of this happened exactly one year ago today, September 28th 2011, and so I guess that would be the date that I considered myself officially homeless, even though I wouldn't be leaving the boat for a few more days. I certainly had mixed feelings about selling her. After all, the reason for my purchase back in 2004 was not just to live aboard, but my plan, goal, dream, was to set sail to the west and do one lap of mother earth. Certainly not an impossible dream by any stretch of the imagination. I wanted to do the trip solo, primarily for the personal challenges that I would be faced with along the way. It would have been new ground for this adventurous spirit, ground which I wasn't sure that I could cover. However, one never knows, until you try, and even though the thought of this adventure, dredged up some fears, I still felt that I was willing to give it a shot.
Whether it was those unknown fears, or whether it was the fact that in recent years, I have been more focused on other issues that I feel are much more important, who knows, but the bottom line is at least for now, that dream has been filed away. I haven't given up on the idea, but we still have to see what the future holds in store as to whether I give it a second shot. Only time will tell.
Now as a footnote to this story, well it wouldn't be complete without mentioning my departed friend, Dr. Phillip Law, who died back in 2010 at the age of 98, and of course the person I named my boat after. I have mentioned Phil once before back in an April blog, as this past April 21st he would have celebrated his 100th birthday.
I think about him quite often, but today more than usual because of the content of this story. The last time I had the opportunity to see Phil alive was on a trip back to Australia in 2009. There he was, the first day I visited him, at the age of almost 97, working away editing the final book that he would produce. Even at that age, there was still work to be done, and Phil being the practical scientist that he was, wanted to make sure all the work was done, before he checked out. What an inspiration he was, and still is in my life, and as I think about him now, my eyes well up with tears. How fortunate I was to have had a friend like Phil. His adventurous spirit stills lives within me, and for that I am forever grateful. And maybe, just maybe, it will be Phil's spirit which guides me across the oceans of the world on board another sailing boat, which would have to be named the "Phillip Law II".
Maybe, maybe not. The future is not yet written.
I think that is more than enough words for today. I had no idea that I would go on for so long, but the words just flowed from my mind to my fingertips to the computer keys, so I thought it best to just get them down, while I had the time and inspiration to do so. I hope my readers enjoy reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Now, I am way overdue for my daily bike ride, so I must be off.
Happy trails,
Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer
It started off as a pleasant autumn day, and I was up rather early to do some last minute tidying up on board the "Phillip Law" the sailboat that I had owned and lived on for the past seven years in Vancouver. I wanted to make sure that everything was ship shape today, because I had two potential buyers coming to the marina to have a look and I wanted the boat to be looking her very best.
The first couple arrived around 1pm as I recall, an older couple whom I had talked to previously on the phone that week. Everything was going swimmingly, and they liked what they saw. After about an hour or so, as we sat out in the cockpit on this sunny afternoon, they made me an offer. Now I had had other "offers" in the past, which for one reason or another had fizzled away, but what set this offer apart was that the people were prepared to go with me right then and there, to their bank, so that they could take out the cash and hand it over to me. This was as good an offer as I had ever had and for that matter was ever likely to get.
So there we sat, buyer and seller on the cusp of a deal. They get what they want, and I get what I want. Simple right? Well sometimes things aren't as simple as they first appear.
Now a bit of background. The Phillip Law had been for sale for quite some time and as the months wore on, and the season as well, the price kept dropping in the hopes of finding that magic number that would be agreeable to both parties. Selling a boat at the best of times is challenging as there will always be more boats for sale than buyers, but in late 2011 with the state of world affairs, owning a boat was one of those "nice to haves" as opposed to "must have" items. As a result it was most definately a buyer's market.
OK, so with that in mind let's revisit the scene described above. I HAVE A BUYER and not only that, they are prepared to go and get the cash right now and do the deal. Easy right? Make the deal,right? RIGHT? Well there was one tiny complication. The previous evening, a young guy had phoned to ask if the boat was still for sale, and I had told him yes, but that I had a couple coming over the next afternoon who sounded very interested. He asked me to do him one favour. He said, "Paul, could you at least wait until I come over late in the afternoon with my brother to have a look before you make a decision." I gave him my word that I would, because at that point in time, I figured two potential buyers was better than one.
Back again to the cockpit scene. Being a man of my word, I explained to the couple, that even though they had made me an offer, I promised these two young men that I wouldn't sell the boat until they had had an opportunity to look at it.
"Just call them right now and explain that the boat is sold" the man said to me.
So there I sat, with that old saying "a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush" rattling through my brain. Do the deal Paul, but wait, you promised those young guys a look. What to do???
At that point, I walked down the companionway into the main cabin, picked up the phone and dialled Stephan, to explain to him, "sorry Stephan the boat is sold." That didn't go over very well, let me tell you. And he was quick to remind me that I had promised him a look. He went on to explain that both he and his brother had arranged to finish work early this day, in order to get down to the marina. Then he asked me what the couple was offering and I told him, and over the phone he offered me more. Now what? So I decided to stick to my word, which was what I had wanted to do all along, which calmed Stephan down, but had the exact opposite effect on the couple in the cockpit, who had listened to the entire conversation.
When I returned topsides, it was like I was facing two totally different people. A few minutes before, everyone was happy and smiling, but that had now past. I had two very annoyed potential buyers facing me. I felt like I was trying to please everyone but of course in a situation such as this, it wasn't going to happen. They barely looked me in the eye after that, and the walk to the marina gate seemed to take forever. I told them that I would call them once I knew what the result of the other offer was, but as they walked up the ramp, and I returned to the Phillip Law, I had this sinking feeling that I had kissed goodbye to a sure thing. Would Stephan and his brother even show up? There had been plenty of no shows in the past, and even if they did show up, would they like the boat and make me an offer? And if not, had I sufficiently pissed off the previous couple to the point that they wouldn't want to do business with me ever again? All these questions were going through my head as I walked back along the dock.
My neighbour Tommy, and another neighbour Bill, two old salts in their '70's came up to ask how things went, and I explained the whole thing. They both reiterated the "bird in the hand" line, which was all I needed to hear at that point. They had been around for all the previous potential buyers, and I know at that point they thought that I had made a very big error in judgement.
Be that as it may I now sat back onboard waiting, hoping, that the phone would ring, and sure enough, right at the appointed time, Stephan and his brother arrived. Two young French Canadian lads, keen on having a boat of their own. After introductions, they got right to it, checking various things, like the sails, the through hull connections, rigging, and of course the engine, which I fired up so that they could see how it ran. Everything went to perfection, and after about an hour, they said the words I was hoping to hear, "We'd like to buy your boat, Paul". And with that, a contract was signed and they pulled a bundle of cash out and the deal was completed. To top it off, I ended up with more than I would have if I had sold it to the previous couple. Prior to their departure, we arranged a date for the handover, which gave me a few more days to finalize things. They would take over the boat on October 1st, the day I would depart for Orcas island to go housesitting.
All of this happened exactly one year ago today, September 28th 2011, and so I guess that would be the date that I considered myself officially homeless, even though I wouldn't be leaving the boat for a few more days. I certainly had mixed feelings about selling her. After all, the reason for my purchase back in 2004 was not just to live aboard, but my plan, goal, dream, was to set sail to the west and do one lap of mother earth. Certainly not an impossible dream by any stretch of the imagination. I wanted to do the trip solo, primarily for the personal challenges that I would be faced with along the way. It would have been new ground for this adventurous spirit, ground which I wasn't sure that I could cover. However, one never knows, until you try, and even though the thought of this adventure, dredged up some fears, I still felt that I was willing to give it a shot.
Whether it was those unknown fears, or whether it was the fact that in recent years, I have been more focused on other issues that I feel are much more important, who knows, but the bottom line is at least for now, that dream has been filed away. I haven't given up on the idea, but we still have to see what the future holds in store as to whether I give it a second shot. Only time will tell.
Now as a footnote to this story, well it wouldn't be complete without mentioning my departed friend, Dr. Phillip Law, who died back in 2010 at the age of 98, and of course the person I named my boat after. I have mentioned Phil once before back in an April blog, as this past April 21st he would have celebrated his 100th birthday.
I think about him quite often, but today more than usual because of the content of this story. The last time I had the opportunity to see Phil alive was on a trip back to Australia in 2009. There he was, the first day I visited him, at the age of almost 97, working away editing the final book that he would produce. Even at that age, there was still work to be done, and Phil being the practical scientist that he was, wanted to make sure all the work was done, before he checked out. What an inspiration he was, and still is in my life, and as I think about him now, my eyes well up with tears. How fortunate I was to have had a friend like Phil. His adventurous spirit stills lives within me, and for that I am forever grateful. And maybe, just maybe, it will be Phil's spirit which guides me across the oceans of the world on board another sailing boat, which would have to be named the "Phillip Law II".
Maybe, maybe not. The future is not yet written.
I think that is more than enough words for today. I had no idea that I would go on for so long, but the words just flowed from my mind to my fingertips to the computer keys, so I thought it best to just get them down, while I had the time and inspiration to do so. I hope my readers enjoy reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Now, I am way overdue for my daily bike ride, so I must be off.
Happy trails,
Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer
Friday, September 21, 2012
LEAVING WASHINGTON (AGAIN)
POST # 42
It's just after 5am as I begin to write these words. I hadn't planned on getting up this early, but there must be something in this blogger's mind that causes him to want to try and get the words written before the day is out, so here I sit for the final time in front of the computer screen, with the letters flopping onto the page faster than my mind can come up with the next word, especially at this early hour.
My human brain would like to think that this morning, Tika dog would be having a tear in her eye, because of my imminent departure later this morning, but in fact she's sound asleep at the moment in dog dream land, probably dreaming about her owner, Mary who will be arriving back home later today. I am very sure that they will both be happy to see each other soon and it would be nice to be around to see the reunion, however that won't be the case this morning. In a few hours from now I will be boarding the Amtrak Cascades train for my return journey to Vancouver to begin my next housesit assignment.
As I sit here and reflect back on my time in Everett, I am happy with my thoughts of what has been my life since arriving here on September third. There have been plenty of good things that have happened over this time period, some of which I couldn't even have anticipated at the beginning. I've made some new friends along the journey, and that has to be a good thing.
During my time here I did have a car at my disposal, however I also had a bike to ride. For those who know me well, they can already guess at what my preferred mode of transport has been during my stay. But one day this past week I actually did take the opportunity to use the car and went for a drive to the historic little town of Snohomish which is a short distance east of my current location. Snohomish is an example of what I think small town USA would have been like a hundred years ago, with a wonderful main street, with all sorts of shops to look through. Naturally I took Tika along for the ride so she could have a bit of a new adventure, at least a new adventure for us anyhow. I tried to make sure to walk on the shady side of the street, in order to keep Tika as cool as possible, which I hope she appreciated. With a good looking dog like her, virtually everyone that we walked past would smile and make a comment about her, and the most frequent comment was "What a beautiful looking dog." Each time we would stop, and say hello, and it was great to meet a few of the Snohomish locals. One of the men who stopped to say hello, had two canes to support himself. He would have been much younger than me, and like me, he was wearing shorts. The reason he needed the canes to walk, was that from just below his hips, he had two artificial legs. Even though I was curious to find out just how he managed to end up that way, I didn't ask, as one never knows what sort of emotions might be stirred up by such an innocent inquiry. But as we said our goodbyes, I walked away thinking for the umpteenth time just how fortunate I am to still have both of my legs.
The afternoon in Snohomish was a very sunny one, like they have all been since I arrived here in Washington, and soon enough Tika was looking like she had had her fill of walking for the day so we headed back home for our late afternoon naps. That is one of the bonuses of being a petsitter, you get to have an afternoon nap if you feel like it.
It's still dark out, and Tika is snoozing peacefully on the back porch. She'll be that way for some time yet. I on the other hand must get this rather short blog entry finished, and then continue my packing up in anticipation of my departure to the train station. One more "walk around" to see that everything is in order here, and to make sure that I haven't left anything behind. But when one travels as light as I do, it doesn't take very long to pack or look around.
My hope is that when Mary arrives home that she will (a) find the house in order and (b) find a happy dog. Maybe that order should be reversed. In any event from my point of view, it has been another successful house/pet sit, and I am very grateful for having had the opportunity to take part in it.
Friends of Mary's have offered to pick me up this morning which is very kind and generous of them, and it certainly makes my life easier. So I had best gulp down the last few sips of coffee, and get ready to go.
I'll leave Everett, but I'll take away some very warm memories, and what is life, if not a collection of memories?
The thinking and wandering will continue next week on the other side of the 49th parallel.
Happy trails.
Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer
Vancouver PS: An uneventful and very relaxing train journey back to Canada. And now I have my bike back so it's time to get off of this library computer and gets some riding in before the sun goes down. Sweet memories of Everett lingering in my mind.
It's just after 5am as I begin to write these words. I hadn't planned on getting up this early, but there must be something in this blogger's mind that causes him to want to try and get the words written before the day is out, so here I sit for the final time in front of the computer screen, with the letters flopping onto the page faster than my mind can come up with the next word, especially at this early hour.
My human brain would like to think that this morning, Tika dog would be having a tear in her eye, because of my imminent departure later this morning, but in fact she's sound asleep at the moment in dog dream land, probably dreaming about her owner, Mary who will be arriving back home later today. I am very sure that they will both be happy to see each other soon and it would be nice to be around to see the reunion, however that won't be the case this morning. In a few hours from now I will be boarding the Amtrak Cascades train for my return journey to Vancouver to begin my next housesit assignment.
As I sit here and reflect back on my time in Everett, I am happy with my thoughts of what has been my life since arriving here on September third. There have been plenty of good things that have happened over this time period, some of which I couldn't even have anticipated at the beginning. I've made some new friends along the journey, and that has to be a good thing.
During my time here I did have a car at my disposal, however I also had a bike to ride. For those who know me well, they can already guess at what my preferred mode of transport has been during my stay. But one day this past week I actually did take the opportunity to use the car and went for a drive to the historic little town of Snohomish which is a short distance east of my current location. Snohomish is an example of what I think small town USA would have been like a hundred years ago, with a wonderful main street, with all sorts of shops to look through. Naturally I took Tika along for the ride so she could have a bit of a new adventure, at least a new adventure for us anyhow. I tried to make sure to walk on the shady side of the street, in order to keep Tika as cool as possible, which I hope she appreciated. With a good looking dog like her, virtually everyone that we walked past would smile and make a comment about her, and the most frequent comment was "What a beautiful looking dog." Each time we would stop, and say hello, and it was great to meet a few of the Snohomish locals. One of the men who stopped to say hello, had two canes to support himself. He would have been much younger than me, and like me, he was wearing shorts. The reason he needed the canes to walk, was that from just below his hips, he had two artificial legs. Even though I was curious to find out just how he managed to end up that way, I didn't ask, as one never knows what sort of emotions might be stirred up by such an innocent inquiry. But as we said our goodbyes, I walked away thinking for the umpteenth time just how fortunate I am to still have both of my legs.
The afternoon in Snohomish was a very sunny one, like they have all been since I arrived here in Washington, and soon enough Tika was looking like she had had her fill of walking for the day so we headed back home for our late afternoon naps. That is one of the bonuses of being a petsitter, you get to have an afternoon nap if you feel like it.
It's still dark out, and Tika is snoozing peacefully on the back porch. She'll be that way for some time yet. I on the other hand must get this rather short blog entry finished, and then continue my packing up in anticipation of my departure to the train station. One more "walk around" to see that everything is in order here, and to make sure that I haven't left anything behind. But when one travels as light as I do, it doesn't take very long to pack or look around.
My hope is that when Mary arrives home that she will (a) find the house in order and (b) find a happy dog. Maybe that order should be reversed. In any event from my point of view, it has been another successful house/pet sit, and I am very grateful for having had the opportunity to take part in it.
Friends of Mary's have offered to pick me up this morning which is very kind and generous of them, and it certainly makes my life easier. So I had best gulp down the last few sips of coffee, and get ready to go.
I'll leave Everett, but I'll take away some very warm memories, and what is life, if not a collection of memories?
The thinking and wandering will continue next week on the other side of the 49th parallel.
Happy trails.
Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer
Vancouver PS: An uneventful and very relaxing train journey back to Canada. And now I have my bike back so it's time to get off of this library computer and gets some riding in before the sun goes down. Sweet memories of Everett lingering in my mind.
Friday, September 14, 2012
THE MOAI AND THE BIKE RIDE
POST # 41
In the morning, after I'm out of bed, and after I have done my morning exercises, I stand in the kitchen waiting for the water to boil. As I do this I gaze out the window which overlooks my neighbours' yard here in Everett, and in the yard, there is a reasonable facsimilie of a Moai looking back at me. The Moai are the stone statues left behind on Easter island many centuries ago. But I'll come back to them in due course.
A quick check out the back door confirms that Tika the dog is sleeping peacefully on the back porch, as it is still quite early. She looks totally content lying there, and instead of opening the door, I decide to let her sleep for a little while longer while I do some reading and enjoy a cup of hot coffee. Once the coffee is finished it's time to say "Good morning Tika" and ask her if she had a good sleep. Like as if I'm going to get an answer. But I suppose that talking to animals comes with the job, and she doesn't seem to mind because soon she knows that the word "breakfast" will be spoken to her, and even though I would like to think that she is really happy to see me every morning, the real reason for her excitement is in knowing that soon she will be chowing down on her favourite food.
Yesterday, I decided to go on an extended bike ride heading down, down, down, towards the Snohomish river to see what I could see, and hopefully find a quiet spot in the shade by the river bank where I could do some reading. At the moment I am reading a work of fiction, which is quite out of the ordinary for me, but it just so happens that it's the type of story which the reader, well at least this reader, can't wait to get back to.
As I coasted down the hills towards the river I came to a footbridge which crosses over railway tracks and at the end of this footbridge there is a water run off from interstate 5 which I had to ride underneath to get to this point. A sign there explains to the reader that this was purpose built to capture the water which comes off of a 3 mile stretch of the interstate. The sign says that 3 million gallons a year ends up here, but instead of having the water, which contains all sorts of nasty heavy metals, oil, etc. go directly into the Snohomish river, it is "filtered" through a wetland prior to its final journey to the river. Now I guess on the face of it, this seems to be a good idea, attempting to clean up the water prior to its arrival at the river, but I couldn't help but wonder about all the other tainted water that runs off of the rest of interstate 5 which according to wikipedia has a total length of 1381.29 miles (2222.97km) and where it all ends up. And all the other interstates as well. The other thing that I noticed was that there was actually water falling down from the bridge to the wetland below, and I was curious to know why. Since I have been here in Everett, arriving on Sept 3rd, with the exception of a few spits of drizzle about a week ago, it has been dry, dry, dry. So where is this water really coming from?
Well enough about that. With the bike balanced with my left arm and my right arm holding firmly onto the railing provided, I slowly descended the stairway down to the ground where I continued on my journey eventually popping out through the trees to a pathway that paralleled the river heading in a northerly direction. I felt happy now, slowly wending my way along the path, and stopping every now and again to gaze out at the river. Eventually the path made a rather sharp turn to the west through the trees and then came to an abrupt end. Here I was faced with a curious sight. In front of me was a brand new roadway, which could have been built just yesterday, and was complete will all the appropriate road markings and signs, but the curious part about it was that it went nowhere and was not being used. It just dead ended at where I was now standing. This short stretch of roadway included a roundabout and a bridge which went over top of the same railway tracks I had recently crossed, heading in a westerly direction back towards Everett. As there was no traffic, I continued my journey as far as I could go onto the bridge before coming to a spot that was blocked off by a fence and concrete blocks. THE END OF THE LINE as far as I was concerned.
From this vantage point on the bridge, I had a view of the surrounding area. Directly in front of me and below where I was now standing was an auto wreckers yard which appeared to me that it has been there for a very long time. I say this only because of some of the rusted out shells of cars that looked to be as old as the 1940's vintage. Hundreds and hundreds of automobiles squeezed into this yard, like so many sardines in a can. All I could imagine was they will all be there until the end of time, with maybe a few more added from the interstate every now and again. The metal, glass and plastic detritus of our current civilization.
As I gazed out further to the north, through the haze I could barely make out what appeared to be the image of Mount Baker. If I would have been born a hundred years ago and stood on this very spot, I imagine Mount Baker would have been quite easy to see. But not today, and of course there is a connection between my hazy view and the dead cars below, and all the other cars that are whizzing past on the interstate, but it is where we find ourselves in North America in 2012. Decisions were made a long long time ago which helped to turn our culture into one which is so very dependent on the automobile. And now, at least for a while longer, we are stuck with it.
I'd seen enough at this point and so I happily hopped back onto my bike and coasted down the hill and back onto the bike path which took me back to the river, where I could find a place on the grass to rest for a while and think about things. Even here, surrounded by green, and water, the constant hum of interstate 5 droned on in the background.
Eventually I decided that it was time to head back to see how Tika dog was doing, and began my climb up the hill towards home. Normally this wouldn't have been too challenging, and I don't mind hill climbing on a bike, but the current bike was one of the old styles with only 3 gears and so from time to time I had to get off and walk. But it was all good exercise for my leg(s).
I arrived home to a dog which was happy to see me, and I guess that is one of the best things about dogs. Even in the short time I've known her, Tika greets me like a long lost friend.
Once back in the house, I could again see the Moai in the neighbours yard and it made me think of a couple of books I've read in recent years that talk about the collapse of civilizations. Joseph Tainter's book, "The Collapse of Complex Societies", and Jared Diamond's book "Collapse" both go into detail about how societies end, and Easter island is a classic example. The islanders exhausted their resource base, and once that was complete, it was only a matter of time before their society collapsed. When I began to reflect on the days events, I couldn't help but think of how fast we are using up our resource base, and wonder just how much longer we can continue on this path before mother nature puts a halt to all this nonsense. Commenting about this to a friend of the owner of the house I am currently staying at, my exact words were, "The earth is now Easter island" and he seemed to agree with that.
But here we all are and none of us had the choice of being born at this particular moment in history, so I guess we are all going to find out one way or the other how things progress from here. What was the old Chinese saying, "May you live in interesting times." Well, it appears that we certainly are in 2012.
I open the window, and look down at Tika, who is now hanging out in her favourite shady spot. She looks up at me, and as I mull over the thoughts in my head, she gives me that look which seems to say with her eyes, "Isn't it just about time for a dog biscuit, Paul?" Thanks Tika girl, for bringing me back to the present moment.
The thoughtful wandering continues...
Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer
And a ps. Next week on Sept. 21st I will be saying goodbye to my current home and heading back to Vancouver. Depending on how the day goes, I will try and make the time to get my blog completed, but I guess the proof will be in the pudding.
In the morning, after I'm out of bed, and after I have done my morning exercises, I stand in the kitchen waiting for the water to boil. As I do this I gaze out the window which overlooks my neighbours' yard here in Everett, and in the yard, there is a reasonable facsimilie of a Moai looking back at me. The Moai are the stone statues left behind on Easter island many centuries ago. But I'll come back to them in due course.
A quick check out the back door confirms that Tika the dog is sleeping peacefully on the back porch, as it is still quite early. She looks totally content lying there, and instead of opening the door, I decide to let her sleep for a little while longer while I do some reading and enjoy a cup of hot coffee. Once the coffee is finished it's time to say "Good morning Tika" and ask her if she had a good sleep. Like as if I'm going to get an answer. But I suppose that talking to animals comes with the job, and she doesn't seem to mind because soon she knows that the word "breakfast" will be spoken to her, and even though I would like to think that she is really happy to see me every morning, the real reason for her excitement is in knowing that soon she will be chowing down on her favourite food.
Yesterday, I decided to go on an extended bike ride heading down, down, down, towards the Snohomish river to see what I could see, and hopefully find a quiet spot in the shade by the river bank where I could do some reading. At the moment I am reading a work of fiction, which is quite out of the ordinary for me, but it just so happens that it's the type of story which the reader, well at least this reader, can't wait to get back to.
As I coasted down the hills towards the river I came to a footbridge which crosses over railway tracks and at the end of this footbridge there is a water run off from interstate 5 which I had to ride underneath to get to this point. A sign there explains to the reader that this was purpose built to capture the water which comes off of a 3 mile stretch of the interstate. The sign says that 3 million gallons a year ends up here, but instead of having the water, which contains all sorts of nasty heavy metals, oil, etc. go directly into the Snohomish river, it is "filtered" through a wetland prior to its final journey to the river. Now I guess on the face of it, this seems to be a good idea, attempting to clean up the water prior to its arrival at the river, but I couldn't help but wonder about all the other tainted water that runs off of the rest of interstate 5 which according to wikipedia has a total length of 1381.29 miles (2222.97km) and where it all ends up. And all the other interstates as well. The other thing that I noticed was that there was actually water falling down from the bridge to the wetland below, and I was curious to know why. Since I have been here in Everett, arriving on Sept 3rd, with the exception of a few spits of drizzle about a week ago, it has been dry, dry, dry. So where is this water really coming from?
Well enough about that. With the bike balanced with my left arm and my right arm holding firmly onto the railing provided, I slowly descended the stairway down to the ground where I continued on my journey eventually popping out through the trees to a pathway that paralleled the river heading in a northerly direction. I felt happy now, slowly wending my way along the path, and stopping every now and again to gaze out at the river. Eventually the path made a rather sharp turn to the west through the trees and then came to an abrupt end. Here I was faced with a curious sight. In front of me was a brand new roadway, which could have been built just yesterday, and was complete will all the appropriate road markings and signs, but the curious part about it was that it went nowhere and was not being used. It just dead ended at where I was now standing. This short stretch of roadway included a roundabout and a bridge which went over top of the same railway tracks I had recently crossed, heading in a westerly direction back towards Everett. As there was no traffic, I continued my journey as far as I could go onto the bridge before coming to a spot that was blocked off by a fence and concrete blocks. THE END OF THE LINE as far as I was concerned.
From this vantage point on the bridge, I had a view of the surrounding area. Directly in front of me and below where I was now standing was an auto wreckers yard which appeared to me that it has been there for a very long time. I say this only because of some of the rusted out shells of cars that looked to be as old as the 1940's vintage. Hundreds and hundreds of automobiles squeezed into this yard, like so many sardines in a can. All I could imagine was they will all be there until the end of time, with maybe a few more added from the interstate every now and again. The metal, glass and plastic detritus of our current civilization.
As I gazed out further to the north, through the haze I could barely make out what appeared to be the image of Mount Baker. If I would have been born a hundred years ago and stood on this very spot, I imagine Mount Baker would have been quite easy to see. But not today, and of course there is a connection between my hazy view and the dead cars below, and all the other cars that are whizzing past on the interstate, but it is where we find ourselves in North America in 2012. Decisions were made a long long time ago which helped to turn our culture into one which is so very dependent on the automobile. And now, at least for a while longer, we are stuck with it.
I'd seen enough at this point and so I happily hopped back onto my bike and coasted down the hill and back onto the bike path which took me back to the river, where I could find a place on the grass to rest for a while and think about things. Even here, surrounded by green, and water, the constant hum of interstate 5 droned on in the background.
Eventually I decided that it was time to head back to see how Tika dog was doing, and began my climb up the hill towards home. Normally this wouldn't have been too challenging, and I don't mind hill climbing on a bike, but the current bike was one of the old styles with only 3 gears and so from time to time I had to get off and walk. But it was all good exercise for my leg(s).
I arrived home to a dog which was happy to see me, and I guess that is one of the best things about dogs. Even in the short time I've known her, Tika greets me like a long lost friend.
Once back in the house, I could again see the Moai in the neighbours yard and it made me think of a couple of books I've read in recent years that talk about the collapse of civilizations. Joseph Tainter's book, "The Collapse of Complex Societies", and Jared Diamond's book "Collapse" both go into detail about how societies end, and Easter island is a classic example. The islanders exhausted their resource base, and once that was complete, it was only a matter of time before their society collapsed. When I began to reflect on the days events, I couldn't help but think of how fast we are using up our resource base, and wonder just how much longer we can continue on this path before mother nature puts a halt to all this nonsense. Commenting about this to a friend of the owner of the house I am currently staying at, my exact words were, "The earth is now Easter island" and he seemed to agree with that.
But here we all are and none of us had the choice of being born at this particular moment in history, so I guess we are all going to find out one way or the other how things progress from here. What was the old Chinese saying, "May you live in interesting times." Well, it appears that we certainly are in 2012.
I open the window, and look down at Tika, who is now hanging out in her favourite shady spot. She looks up at me, and as I mull over the thoughts in my head, she gives me that look which seems to say with her eyes, "Isn't it just about time for a dog biscuit, Paul?" Thanks Tika girl, for bringing me back to the present moment.
The thoughtful wandering continues...
Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer
And a ps. Next week on Sept. 21st I will be saying goodbye to my current home and heading back to Vancouver. Depending on how the day goes, I will try and make the time to get my blog completed, but I guess the proof will be in the pudding.
Friday, September 7, 2012
DAWSON CITY WASHINGTON
POST # 40
For folks who have been reading The Thoughtful Wanderer for a while, you'll probably think that he has finally lost touch with reality this time. Being a world traveller and having lived in Dawson City, one would suspect that I should know that Dawson City is not in Washington state. But there is a dog here named Tika who I've been telling stories to about the Yukon weather and how she would find the temperature there just right for her. She would be as happy as a clam in minus 50 degrees or more, and she would fit right in, in Dawson.
You see, Tika is a Malamute, and a very large one at that with a big bushy coat of hair which would more than compensate for colder temperatures, certainly much colder than the weather here in Everett Washington where I currently find myself. If I just focus on her, and not my surroundings, I can imagine that I am right back in the Yukon surrounded by her and other Husky dogs. But then I notice the pear and the apple tree in the back yard, both full of fruit at the moment, and I know that I am not there.
I had no idea whatsoever when I wrote my last blog that I would be here, but I am certainly happy that I am and I would like to think that Tika is as well. I was fortunate enough to find a housesit here on very short notice, and after a couple of emails back and forth and a phone call to Mary, we knew we had a match. My scheduled housesit had to cancel due to a sick cat named Jake, and Mary's housesitter had to cancel at the last moment, and so here I am.
So on September 3rd I boarded the Amtrak train from Vancouver and about three and a half relaxing hours later the Amtrak Cascades train pulled into the station at Everett, where Mary was there to greet me. Arriving in a strange place especially at night is always interesting especially if the person you arranged to meet doesn't show up. An added complication is when you have never met. But Mary did not disappoint, and we seemed to know each other right away.
One of the drawbacks, if one could call it that to this housesitting life, is that I rarely get to spend any time with the person I am housesitting for. The standard situation is that I arrive, and they leave relatively soon after. But this time Mary and I had two nights and one whole day to spend and we hit it off right away as if we have know each other all our lives. This made for a very comfortable start to the housesit and I feel like I've made a friend for life in Mary.
Mary left very early in the morning the day before yesterday and so now it's just Tika and me. Unfortunately for Tika but fortunately for me, she has a bit of arthritis which slows her down, but makes our walking pace just about right for me with my not yet back to normal leg. We make the perfect couple as we stroll along through the suburbs here in Everett. She gets to sniff at all the wonderful smells along the way and I get the opportunity to survey my new landscape.
And speaking of the landscape, it is very brown right now. Mary had mentioned to me how many days they have had without any rain and I can't remember the exact number but it seemed like a lot for the Pacific Northwest. But with the pace of climate change accelerating even faster than the climate scientists originally thought even just a few short years ago, this weather is probably going to be more common and no doubt Tika isn't going to be very happy about that. I could go on at this point about the climate, but as this blog is primarily related to my housesitting adventures, I won't. Suffice to say that like the old Bachman Turner Overdrive song from the '70's said, "BBBbaby you just ain't seen nnnothin' yet." It's all very sad, really.
Back here at the ranch, Tika is relaxing in the shade by the side of the house after her morning walk, catching whatever cool breeze that she can in order to keep as comfortable as possible. Maybe she's dreaming about cats, but she could also be dreaming about winter and snow, a time when I am pretty sure that she is most happy with the temperature. Or maybe, just maybe, she is dreaming of a place called Dawson City way up there in the Yukon, where I've told her that the temperature can get well below the minus 50 mark, and she's thinking that maybe one day she might have the chance to experience how wonderful that temperature would feel to her. But in the meantime, she's got a pretty good life right here in Everett, and I have the good fortune to be her care giver until Sept 21st, and for that I am grateful indeed.
Until next time,
Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer
For folks who have been reading The Thoughtful Wanderer for a while, you'll probably think that he has finally lost touch with reality this time. Being a world traveller and having lived in Dawson City, one would suspect that I should know that Dawson City is not in Washington state. But there is a dog here named Tika who I've been telling stories to about the Yukon weather and how she would find the temperature there just right for her. She would be as happy as a clam in minus 50 degrees or more, and she would fit right in, in Dawson.
You see, Tika is a Malamute, and a very large one at that with a big bushy coat of hair which would more than compensate for colder temperatures, certainly much colder than the weather here in Everett Washington where I currently find myself. If I just focus on her, and not my surroundings, I can imagine that I am right back in the Yukon surrounded by her and other Husky dogs. But then I notice the pear and the apple tree in the back yard, both full of fruit at the moment, and I know that I am not there.
I had no idea whatsoever when I wrote my last blog that I would be here, but I am certainly happy that I am and I would like to think that Tika is as well. I was fortunate enough to find a housesit here on very short notice, and after a couple of emails back and forth and a phone call to Mary, we knew we had a match. My scheduled housesit had to cancel due to a sick cat named Jake, and Mary's housesitter had to cancel at the last moment, and so here I am.
So on September 3rd I boarded the Amtrak train from Vancouver and about three and a half relaxing hours later the Amtrak Cascades train pulled into the station at Everett, where Mary was there to greet me. Arriving in a strange place especially at night is always interesting especially if the person you arranged to meet doesn't show up. An added complication is when you have never met. But Mary did not disappoint, and we seemed to know each other right away.
One of the drawbacks, if one could call it that to this housesitting life, is that I rarely get to spend any time with the person I am housesitting for. The standard situation is that I arrive, and they leave relatively soon after. But this time Mary and I had two nights and one whole day to spend and we hit it off right away as if we have know each other all our lives. This made for a very comfortable start to the housesit and I feel like I've made a friend for life in Mary.
Mary left very early in the morning the day before yesterday and so now it's just Tika and me. Unfortunately for Tika but fortunately for me, she has a bit of arthritis which slows her down, but makes our walking pace just about right for me with my not yet back to normal leg. We make the perfect couple as we stroll along through the suburbs here in Everett. She gets to sniff at all the wonderful smells along the way and I get the opportunity to survey my new landscape.
And speaking of the landscape, it is very brown right now. Mary had mentioned to me how many days they have had without any rain and I can't remember the exact number but it seemed like a lot for the Pacific Northwest. But with the pace of climate change accelerating even faster than the climate scientists originally thought even just a few short years ago, this weather is probably going to be more common and no doubt Tika isn't going to be very happy about that. I could go on at this point about the climate, but as this blog is primarily related to my housesitting adventures, I won't. Suffice to say that like the old Bachman Turner Overdrive song from the '70's said, "BBBbaby you just ain't seen nnnothin' yet." It's all very sad, really.
Back here at the ranch, Tika is relaxing in the shade by the side of the house after her morning walk, catching whatever cool breeze that she can in order to keep as comfortable as possible. Maybe she's dreaming about cats, but she could also be dreaming about winter and snow, a time when I am pretty sure that she is most happy with the temperature. Or maybe, just maybe, she is dreaming of a place called Dawson City way up there in the Yukon, where I've told her that the temperature can get well below the minus 50 mark, and she's thinking that maybe one day she might have the chance to experience how wonderful that temperature would feel to her. But in the meantime, she's got a pretty good life right here in Everett, and I have the good fortune to be her care giver until Sept 21st, and for that I am grateful indeed.
Until next time,
Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer
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