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Tuesday
Aug192008

A Lake, Awesome Company and Cat's Pee

Hrm. I'm uploading photos to my Smugmug account and the large file uploader stays on top of whatever else I'm doing on my system. It's a bit of a challenge to type around, but then again, I guess it can't be said I'm not up for a challenge.

What's happened since last I spoke? Nothing new on any of the points in the last post, except that the condo is now on the market. Even after my super real estate agent, Shari, cleaned the shit out of the place, it's still smelling a bit like smoke so we've got pro carpet cleaners coming in on Friday and an open house on Saturday. I mixed up some essential oils today and shipped them out to her to make it smell even more lovely and wonderful.

Fingers are crossed.

After a couple of weeks of baking hot weather here on the west coast of the island and 24 hours of thunder a couple of days ago, it's finally raining. (although Victoria receives the least amount of lightning in Canada, 24 hours of thunder ONLY was a bit disconcerting) I'm sitting under the overhang on the porch, drinking a caramel crunch coffee, smoking Camels and thoroughly enjoying the wet.

I'm on day two of my three days off this week. Today was haircut day (it's all one length midway down my ears now); tomorrow, teef cleaning; thursday, chiropractor - I like to space these things out so I don't overly tax my laid back self.

As a belated birthday present, Vicky took me out to the cabin on her aunt and uncle's property for three days last week. She'd grown up there as well, but her parents no longer own their house on the lot. The little cabin had no running water and an outhouse but was wonderful and relaxing. I think it may have been Vicky and I's best, most relaxing trip yet. She shared some great memories of her childhood with me and the lake was just.... wow.

There are only about 10 houses on the lake and their property is at one end - the last one before Mt Work Regional Park begins. Most of the days were spent on the wharf in the sun just appreciating the utter silence and watching the ducks. I also completed my first hike (40 minutes up the mountain) in about a year and a half and swam across the lake and back. I noticed that my muscles get tired very quickly but rebound after short rests and over the next few days I was barely sore at all. I think I blew the "fuse" in my back again that regulates the large muscles in my legs but after resting for a week, the chiro will look at it on Thursday and see how I've ended up. The swim was a killer on my arms.

Vicky, of course, makes all the meals and on our last morning we had pancakes with freshly picked red gooseberries and blackberries.

Also of note was one of the wines we had (yes, I thinks it's perfectly acceptable, yea, even advisable to buy wines based on whether or not I like their funky names) which was quite nice (and helps the animals too!):

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All the pictures are here but I shall leave with one below.

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Reader Comments (2)

Silence and ducks... I can't imagine a better way to spend a sunny day.
September 7, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterAurora
Hey you. You have been on my mind much of late. Hope all is well.
September 18, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterJennifer

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