Now, Yesterday, the day I'd been dreading, long, long overdue trip to the dentist. 

Misery squared, an hour and a half of drilling, fillings, the smell of burning bone, suction, mouth - ugly mouth filled with broken and tobacco stained teeth, getting hammered upon, patches of low anesthesia, topped up....

And an hour and a half later, mouth frozen and still stuffed with bloody gauze, and I'm done. 

Fucking hell. 

All that said - it was misery, but they were remarkably quick and efficient. And while there will be more trips that was by far the worst of it.

The July Long weekend will be now spectacularly long, tourists served by a jack-o-lantern, but - sometimes it's necessary.

Now to work on quitting smoking...

Tuesday, Wednesday, at the thrift shop. Tuesday riding truck, to the dump, the recycle, load up new donations, bring to shop. 

It's not so bad, the driver, he stops at every gas station he passes to go to the bathroom, buy junk food, just take a break...

He's pretty laid back. The conversations, the same, about how nothing ever gets done at the thrift shop, about how underpaid this job is, etc, etc. 

The day passes.

Wednesday, in the shop, now unpacking, sorting, all day long, the donations that have come in, it's an unstoppable tide. I've made Michael a going-away t-shirt, "painted it myself", ridiculous, he in turn has found a pewter prospector/donkey on a big chunk of Pyrite, so we're in a way even. 

And - by 4:00 I'm done, until the fall at least, where I'll be content to do this on a volunteer, less full-time basis.

My summer draws nearer and nearer...

 

From Michael's Kitsch Boutique, a bad wooden Mexican Rosary to throw over my rearview mirror, and the Blessed Virgin for the dash. A Housewarming gift to me. 

I'd wanted a hula-hooping glow-in-the-dark Jesus, but this is every bit as fine...

Monday, volunteer, then insure jeep. Back out to Balfour to pick it up. Plates on, it still starts, back to town. 

A rainy day, rainy, rainy, rainy, and at night I'm glad of it, lay down the back seat, just enough room if you lie on the diagonal. 6 Feet I'm guessing. My home for the summer. Pick up a couple of extra sleeping bags at Share - gotta keep warm, and I'm due - when the weather improves - a trip to the locker, to get my maps, pickaxe, shovel, other tools - when the thrift shop is done (they know, 2 weeks I've told them) I'll be off, first stop Revelstoke,  this weather, won't make Crystal Mountain until August - earliest, but there's a lot of other places waiting to be discovered and summer is merely delayed, not cancelled...

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In which I write everyone's favorite advice columnist.

OK. I've been on a few internet dates. I confess this with the same reluctance I would admitting to masturbating, adultery, or excessive drinking and drug use. 

This is a list of some of my best -- AND WORST -- dates ever. Note that you gotta go on a lotta dates to get this kinda list, this kinda discouraged. And my online dating thing has been sporadic - an every few years kind of thing at best. Some of these dates go back 10 years, others are a little more recent. And to answer any people who might argue "It beats hooking up at the bar", well, you don't have to hook up at the bar, and at the bar you can see what your getting...

Anyways - apologies to the countless normal, decent dates that I went on but just didn't hit it off with. Memory is selective, it tends towards the extreme, and in this you will find the extremes...