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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...
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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...
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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...
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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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We'd been looking forward to this for months. Bu the weather. The weather. Pouring rain, nonstop.
Ken's unsure, as am I, but sometimes you have to take the chance. Fortune favors the bold.
We drive out of the pouring rain, clear it finally North of Kaslo and it's going to be a fine night. Mighty fine.
The past two days at the restaurant have been busy, and we're stocked. Vodka, Pepperoni, Cigarettes. By the end of the night these are always in demand. We leave around 8:30, find it around 10:00 PM, set up my tent (lent to me by Chris, who couldn't make it, first day caving - his new job guiding at the local Cave attraction), and then check it out. As good as I remember. Dose up, there's 200, 300 people there. And Ken, when he takes MDMA becomes the self-appointed security guard, wandering around the campsite to check up on people, make sure they're OK, helping all the "Took too much" people to the first aid tent...
Eventually the rain catches up to us, more a drizzle than the downpour we were having in Balfour, huddle around the campfire, get warm, go out and dance again.
We're asleep at 7:00, back at work for 1:00, I'm shattered. Ken had an absolutely amazing time, I follow up with a poster to the Solstice Rave - 3 days, he's enthused, and within a few minutes he's already bought tickets. He's lived here 10, 12 years and he's only now just discovering why...
The rest of the day at the restaurant, largely single people - perhaps a dozen of them, some few other tables, quiet, which suits my diminished abilities, one single person, an older magician quietly practicing card tricks, quietly shuffling, forcing cards, he seems a little quiet, not showy, for a magician, this is the rehearsal. Another an older woman complaining about the prices. I know, I know. A younger woman - was she at the rave? Others.
And by Monday I'm back in town...