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The long dreaded dental appointment.
Monday the drive, Tuesday morning - a few thrift shops. I'm replenishing my wardrobe for fall, some good finds, scarves, vests, dress shirts, pants.
Then the dentist.
Now I've been holding a back tooth in with my tongue these last few days, a sore spot where I took to overbrushing to no avail, and the tooth eventually had enough and just plumb fell out. And so I optimistically popped it back in and held it there with my tongue the next few days.
To no avail. The cleaning progresses, an hour and a half of misery, less misery than I'm used to, true, but misery nonetheless. Measurements are taken, there's some progress, the gum therapy has shown some success, overall, next appointment in a few months.
Free, and more than a little miserable, tooth in my pocket I'm off.
Furniture, furniture aplenty. Loveseats, chairs, sofa tables, everywhere I check. The re-store, Kelowna Share, treasures abound. And no real way of strapping them to my vehicle and so that's that.
It's a bit annoying this, nothing to be found in Nelson by ways of livable furniture, but if I had a half-ton I'd be done furnishing my place in an hour, and for well under $200.
Back to Nelson, my apartment still needs an abundance of sorting out, things to be sorted and moved into the closet, clothing closet to be organized and sorted, I've got a few hours of work ahead but I'm a championship avoider and so it will be time to gather my resources and get onto it - before my son arrives with my furniture to begin filling it up.
On that note, no sooner than I arrive back in Nelson, 5:25, pop into Share and I discover a fine armchair. Good enough, comfy (enough), and so I now have 2 chairs for family to sit upon during visits. Still in need of a Sofa Table and Loveseat...
Freedom October 1st
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2 dreams, over 2 nights, that I'd made my deal with the devil and was now discharged of all obligations. I woke meaning to write down the particulars, didn't, they still elude me, unimportant, I understood it well enough.
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Now, free, the past few days, not so busy, the Mother in Law brought in as my replacement, the mornings before work combing the beach, finding small scrapers, flints, micro-blades, another arrowhead. No Jade Adze as of yet, but going further up the beach than normal I am still finding flakes, watching the stones tumble in the waves as the Ferry comes in, there will be more finds.
(worked bits of flint, scrapers, arrowhead far right next to quarter)
The days, unseasonably cool and rainy, Fall has come early.
Friday night is slow, a regular, in by himself, the last table leaves at 7:00, he's oblivious, hangs out until 9:00, "lost track of the time". He'd been in for lunch, with a fellow church member, a long conversation and a napkin left behind gave me some inkling as to his beliefs.
I find the whole idea of "Hell" quaint and charming. There is a certain "WTF" direction as to his reasoning, though...
Saturday, briefly busy when I start, and then that's it, the slow miserable trickle of customers and the day ends. It's anticlimactic, a few customers come in to see me off, most I haven't told. The Mother in Law, she does nothing to assist in the close, she's depressed, why is she here? Why does everyone hate her in-laws? And she understands, knows, so it's a moot point, and I make what little peace I can, I'm not ungrateful, merely it's time, overdue, that I get back to my life, too much has been postponed for too long and my spiritual, physical, creative well being is not going to die in this boneyard.
The end draws near, finish the sweep, the bar, sit down with Mister Tickles and her for a final drink, and then I'm off...
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Finish the evening at Mike's, Seafood Fettucine, glass of wine, home to bed.
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This morning, Sunday, October 1st, up too early, I have no coffee, Oso, John Ward closed, find then Empire, Open, and here I'm recombobulating from the longest summer on record.
Lists of what I have to do to be compiled, projects, always more and always uncompleted, back to the Gym, some sort of Cardio routine, stretch, meditate, Wim-Hoff, begin the uncompleted grist of creative projects, cooking, seafood Jambalaya, Gumbo, Gazpachio, Borscht, Manhatten Clam Chowder, first though, to wake up, shake the stupor I've laboured under, clean the apartment - at most, maybe 2, 3 hours work, simply organize everything into it's place, sit down, clear my head, breathe, do the dishes, read a book, listen to the radio, the world - briefly, is my oyster and to make the most of it...
Out of Internet...
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And I ran out of internet 10 days before my cycle, scrolling through Facebook Marketplace not finding furniture for my apartment. I refuse to pay the $100/month to Telus or Shaw, especially when there's a dozen networks showing up in my apartment with 5 bars. I need to meet a neighbor and pay cash for a wifi password, split the bill, I don't know why all the neighbors don't it, what's the point of living in subsidized housing and squandering all your money on internet and TV?
The dream of Armageddon & Garage Sales
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Going to work reminds me of that dream I used to have of the Nuclear Armageddon, the time I was in London and I got word via the radio that the missiles had been launched, 20 minutes until they annihilated London, time to evacuate, seek cover, get out of London, and as I'm making my way up Kilyon road everyone is selling their shit, antiques, joking "you can't take it with you" and I'm torn, there's bargains to be had for sure, maybe you can take some of it with you, but I really should be trying to get out of town...the same feeling when I'm going to work, the smoke, the air, there's no fires near to us but the world now is on fire and this work, this "business as usual", there's nothing usual about it...we're all being distracted in the last days of the Holocene, there's secret climate change models and forecasts they don't dare to publish, Yellowknife, once the arctic begins burning up there's an incalculable amount of gases, methane to be released, and shit is going to start getting serious real soon.
Not that it isn't serious already, but shrug your shoulders and carry on...
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