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Back of the Bus
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Getting my car fixed, LadyJeep, and I'm forced to take the bus from Nelson back to the Guesthouse. Half an hour north on the 3A, when the bus leaves it's full, people with their groceries, I'm towards the back of the bus, half-way, the last half, the empty-back-half, it's blocked with baby carts and infant children and strollers and it's not far enough, not by a long shot, but it's as far as I dare to go.
They're talking, conversations held loudly for any of the locals to join in, and it doesn't take me long to realize I should be recording this...
One couple, 30's, L** and B*****, their two kids crawling all over the seats, behind me, an older woman with her adult fucked-up-kid, can't tell if it's a boy or a girl, weird voice, I want to look but it would be rude to turn around and stare so I listen only...
They're talking about moving here from Ontario, they love it, the couple behind, Mother and child, they're talking about how they were in town to go to Share Nelson, you can get a $20 meal voucher there, 22 meals for $20, it's a great deal, gourmet meals some of them, most of them, and I know Share, know the thrift shop and that Batshit goes there often to eat, this would be why...
...now the couple with the kids, they're listening, it sounds like a great deal, they'll have to buy some vouchers as well, and the people behind are sweetening the deal, talking about how one of the meals, 'cause Share is closed Saturday, is a Subway voucher, take it to Subway and get any sub you want, and the couple with the kids, L** and B****, they're getting into it, a Subway voucher? That's worth $10 itself!
The conversation has changed, somehow, they've made their introductions, the mother and child behind are going to visit Mom's other kid, the one that stays at the BBI, and you know, from the conversation, that the Mental health issues permeate the whole family, the present kid is pretty weird, and the BBI? I've never met anyone who lived there who wasn't fucked up one way or the other, no one there pays their rent with a cheque from a job, it's all assisted living, dealing, welfare...if the Kootenays had a slum that would be it...
Now Pot, and the kid behind is telling about how she/he got real sick after drinking 3 pots of marijuana tea, and L** is sympathizing, "You had too much!" she tells it, "just don't take sooo much!!!" and the it behind, it's maybe agreeing, you can't live out here and not smoke pot...L** is a wealth of information on pot, but only pot, "I don't do any drugs but Marijuana..." she says "I don't believe in drugs....only weed"...
The bus is thinning out, people getting off at 3 mile, 6 mile, 9 mile, where my LadyJeep is being fixed but she's not ready yet or I could be getting off here too...
They're talking still, without interruption, trying to get others on the bus to join in but everyone is resisting, they're all nuts, there's the dreadlocked kid from Procter who showers one a year, there's another Schizoid resident of the BBI, they're in their own spaces, some days, they'd be all over it, not today...
The Mother's talking about her mental health issues, she's in a home of her own in Nelson, that's the mother behind me, not L**, and how they ignore the fact that they're abusing her because she's mentally ill and she has no one to complain to, meanwhile, L** is still marveling at the great deal of the Share meal program, "We could go, couldn't we B****?, I mean, we're Christian, ... We go to town once a week anyways to get my methadone..." her kids are running around the back of the bus, everywhere, she's trying to run them down, round them up, pack them into their strollers, they're almost at their stop...
They get off...Whew...and the kid behind me is now chiding her mother..."That was inappropriate, Mom, you know how I feel about children,,,I mean, she was nice, but she had children Mom, I can't...I mean, you can, you have children, but not me mom, I shouldn't...mom, I don't think that was appropriate...Mom..." together their counting their money, trying to raise enough for a pack of cigarettes, they'll get off at the Superette and walk over to the BBI to to visit Mom's other child, and I'm thinking, yeah, they better fix my LadyJeep and there's no place in the world like this, and that isn't all bad...
Pomegranate & Mango Cleaner
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Found this in the Dollarama, laughed at it's novelty, I've never seen a Pomegranate & Mango Disinfectant/Cleaner before.
But, really, why not? Why should we associate cleanliness with the smell of Lemon or Pine-Sol? So I overcome my prejudice and buy it, it seems to work fine. I just have to make sure I don't inadvertently drink it...
The Wendigo
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This is a Native American Myth common to the more Northern parts of Canada, in which a person might become possessed by a demon - The Wendigo - which was a cannibal spirit and would force one to eat ones neighbors/husband/children...
Given the nature of the long, cold and isolated Canadian Winters, it's easy to see how it arose - and for the tribes and cultures that believed in it, it was a very real thing. A great many stories and trials concerning The Wendigo appear in the early papers, news accounts and trials of Canada.
One particular version concerns the Inuit, or Eskimo, and it warned that if you met a friend while out hunting on the ice, be careful, they might be a Wendigo...
Now, dramatically, imagine: You're a hunter, working a trapline, or looking for Seals, in the long cold Northern Winter. Perpetual evening, the sun never breaking over the horizon, the brightest it gets, a late evenings twilight. The Northern Lights, the icepack, unending in all directions. Days, Weeks on the ice, filling your sled. Isolation.
And you run into a friend, and you're glad of the company, who wouldn't be after all this time here, alone, and you talk about the hunting, the fishing, and maybe you can start a fire, and sit and talk, and he's looking at you and you're a little uncertain, maybe his hunting wasn't as successful as he said, as successful as yours, and maybe, after all, he's not the same person you knew back in the camp or village...
It's got a certain resonance and appeal...the classic cautionary tale...
Struggle: The Life and Lost Art of Szukalski
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Netflix has a lot of good movies, "The Ballad of Buster Scruggs" being the last I saw, and quite enjoyed (but not for everyone, I agree). This looks to be pretty good as well:
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