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Kaslo Rocks
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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Thursday, day off, into Kaslo for a bite to eat. Check the thrift shop, nothing, across from it a new consignment shop, filled, more or less, with the kind of stuff people have left over after a 3 day garage sale. Upstairs to the "boutique", however, and I find some treasures:
If you can see past my reflection, on the left some black tourmaline, various quartz crystals, one big one, what looks like a selenite or desert rose, a stalactite (probably from the Cody Caves, or the mineralizations near Ainsworth Hot Springs)...
And this:
Blue/Green Tourmaline in Quartz, and (not pictured), a fine rhombus of Icelandic Spar.
Now this is exciting for me, because recognizing the quartz specimens as similar to ones I've found I'm pretty sure that the rest of the rocks are local as well. The lack of preparation suggests they weren't storebought at a rock-shop. And Tourmaline is a major constituent of rocks here, and I've found dogstooth spar (a different varietal of Calcite, not quite as pretty), and it gets me salivating...
I'm not going to buy any, a rock to me is generally only as good as the finding...and I want to quiz the proprietor to see if she knows where they were found - but I suspect - if like me - they'd be a little cagey about specifics...Nevermind, I got maps.
And finally, the bookstore:
It's a gem, open - like a few Kootenay businesses, whenever the owner darned well pleases. An interesting selection of old books, esoterica, a well-read proprietor, but it's not open today.
After this, to the Fish & Chips kiosk, tasty, Halibut and Poutine, then home, a bear in a field (they're everywhere at the moment), snap a couple of pictures but he's too far away...
Grade School Reunion & Louis Riel
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
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I'm at some sort of Grade School Reunion back in Moose Jaw, or Edmonton, but not Moose Jaw or Edmonton, they never are...in a mall, 2 stories, everyone is older, there's Chris S****, Michael I**** and his brother, it's a good party but I shouldn't be here, everyone is worried that someone (N***) is out to get me, I'm not worried but it's time to go, Chris S**** offers to give us a ride home, some old beater of a car, and he crashes and the car flips and everything is wrecked...
We get out, get back to a place I can stay, there's a girl there, tall, lean, freckled, long hair, large eyes, she's concerned about me, about (N***), she's beautiful and familiar looking, "I forget your name..." I explain, the I**** brothers berate me, "Don't you know her? That's Louis Riel...You dated her for YEARS!", and I don't remember any of it, is that her name or where she went to school? But I look at her and I'm in love and curious...
Ridiculously Early Mornings
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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And mornings come early and earlier. The guesthouse, lined up with the first rays of the morning sun, if it's cloudy I can sleep in, if not I'm up with it. 5:30 now and earlier, no possibility of napping until it's raised itself above the window, by the solstice I'll be up at 4:30 every day, not a problem, if it wasn't for the fact that I'm working until 11:00...
Still, the mornings here are the best times, every bird in the forest is singing, a hundred different pitched conversations, clouds gently rising up from the valley, silkworms hover in the sunlight, little gossamer curtains with glistening dewy beads, sit outside on the shaded step and watch the day begin...time, at this hour, for fa hundred, a thousand plans to be laid and revised...
Axe Wound
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And, chopping wood, impossibly fine splinters, the landlord can't seem to start a fire, needs finer and finer kindling, and so what happens?
I chop the entire heel of my palm off...a bloody mess. Quickly reposition it, tape it on, for the next few days I can't shower until it crusts and scabs, and even when I do the amputated heel wants to peel off.
After a couple of weeks it started to look better.
A few more weeks, better still, it appears as if it's reattached at the top...
And finally, now more or less completely restored. Although it feels a bit odd, crinkly, like I'm feeling it through a piece of wet cardboard. To be expected. But I didn't lose it - which I thought was certain, it grafted completely back on, which is proof you don't need stitches for trivial things. Although at the time, with all the blood and nerves laid bare it didn't look that trivial, I gotta say...
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