I’ll try the Salmon, Ella....🤢

 Some people have all the adventure, all the excitement and all the luck.  No, sadly not lotto luck, tho having a cool new job is pretty darn awesome.  I get to start work shortly,  since having Zoom means you’re never alone.

But I digress, back to the subject at hand.  My darling husband, light o my life, has been having a hard time due to old and no so old injuries.  His past sins slow him now and then, but recently he seems to be really suffering.  Started with a headache, then some annoying sneezes....hmmm perhaps a cold?  Then sore tummy... I mean really nasty, cramps, nauseated, can’t eat, aches....hmmmm perhaps flu?

Or...perhaps food poisoning!  Some online research and ho ha! (Exclaimed with enthusiasm and finger pointed in the air!)  Yes indeed, our happy albeit temporary home was the victim of Salmonella.   From whence it came remains a mystery, but it’s almost certainly the culprit.  A few days of increasing feeling like microwaved poo, then lots and I mean hours of sleep, aches, stomach pain....And just general misery.   Poor man.  I was actually getting kind of worried about him.  How worried?  I searched for and found the thermometer...thankfully he was an annoyed 98.6C.  

Then finally, fever reduced, aches almost gone, 3 days and 2 glasses of ice cold apple juice later and the prognosis is very positive.  He is over it...and tomorrow we get back to work.  OK we ease into work, no point going crazy.  And now to bed!

 On the upside, while he suffered and slept, I have nearly finished getting our bedroom packed!  Always a bright side to be found eh?  Lol 😝 

What have we done to deserve this?

When we last blogged, the reader was left. Hanging....did either of them get hired?  Are they still mired in a cardboard box hell? And what of the kitties?

So glad you asked, and even if you didn’t, here goes.  

I got  a job.  Yes, let the bells ring and banners I'm the new Manager of Economic Development for Port McNeill.  On the north end of the Island, and start work in January 2022.  O M G.  I know Its the job for me...a 2 yr contract, so no need to worry about working till I 80.  The town is beautiful, and we lived there 10 years ago...and its exciting, the prospect of seeing the changes, hooking up with old friends and did I mention a new brew pub!  We are enthusiastic about this...trip planning, booking movers, looking for a place to live.  And lurking in the far corners of my mind the biggie: packing. 

So we have been in our new apartment for maybe a month.  And with both of us shortisted for positions on the north island, unpacking ceased.  But damage had been done!  Boxes recycled, clothes hung in one closet, dishes in the cupboard, cds in their stand and books now in the office.  Gak!  Its about 1/3 complete, so it sounds like it should be easy breezy peasy to repack?  Yes, it does sound like it.  Unfortunately the reality is stuff is in a state of flux.  More like reflux! Half empty boxes, with a mish mash of what can only be described as Junk Drawer material.  In my haste to set up house, I foolishly dumped all the clean packing newsprint.  Argh!

So its back to Uhaul, getting everything back on track.  Labelling by the way is paramount in times like this!

Mac the Organized is the logistic specialist.  Booking rooms, planning the route...remember the 2 cats?  One long day on the road, then a ferry trip, and finally arriving in our town has been laid out in manageable bites.  Ok some bigger bites, but manageable. Movers are lined up. Again.  But what of the “stuff “ we put in storage?  Lets hope we can find some when we get there. I really don't look forward to a furniture dolly and tool kit in our kitchen.

Oh yes, place to live.  Well at first we found a gorgeous 2 bdrm with a single car garage....but in the wrong town!  Fortune smiled upon us, and we have a 3 bdrm 1 bath in what were the first townhouses to be built in our new location.  On the up side its being reno’d and updated, its inexpensive, on the down side I have no idea what we have to work with until we arrive. But its got garden access and an amazing  view of the ocean!  So we won’t  be living in a tent. 

And today, the 10th of November, is another day of packing, stressing and running errands, planning, eeeek.  I have read a dozen on-line “How to stay sane when you move”, “Smart moves” and no magic bullet.  Just get started, grab a jiffy marker and the tape gun and be ruthless! 

What have we done to deserve this?  Well all I can fathom is we are fearless, smitten with wanderlust.  And drawn back to the sea.  To careers we both are really really good at.   And what better place to eventually retire to than on the Island...its going to be a blast.  Oh yeah and never -40C again...lol

Stay tuned!

  

“May you live in interesting times”.....the journey continues?

 So have I mentioned the cathartic nature of writing a blog.  Or “blogging” as it were.  Sitting amid several boxes in various stages of unpacked-ness, gazing out to the mountains and morning sky, we have moved!  What a production, movers scheduled to arrive at o a.m. showed up 6 hours late, loaded and gone by 9:30 p.m.  

The cats were already housed at the pet resort....and we paid to have people come clear out what few odds and sods were left...and off to Mickey D’s an hour away for dinner!  Finally!  Then another 40 minute drive and at last we were in our motel for some well deserved rest. 

Have you ever rolled out of bed, turned on the shower and were utterly disappointed at the weak stream of water emanating from the old shower head?  Lol well at least it was warm and wet...hahaha unlike the coffee in the room which was hot and strong!  Long story longer, we collected the cats and headed to Cranbrook ....found another nice motel, with kitchenette, checked the cats into another pet place, and waited for our movers to arrive.  And waited.  7 days of motel life, one very nice owner/manager, and a lot of catch up sleeping.  Finally our movers arrive...y hrs later theyve crammed a zillion boxes into our wee apartment and bed set up and made, we collapsed!

Apparently the downsize we did, was not enough.  Our storage unit it nearly full, the place is a miasma of boxes, some unpacked, some open, some sealed, all moved and stacked so we have room to manoeuvre and Live.

During this I’ve  managed to cook a Thanksgiving dinner - couldn't find the flour and discovered cornstarch gravy is not edible.  We have been exploring the culinary scene, some amazing places and meals but lets save some of those dollars shall we?  Last night a steak dinner on the electric bbq Mac bought...wow!  Great dinner!  So we are happy, safe, sore from moving heavy boxes around as we try to locate our STUFF. 

You’d think this is where our latest adventure might end, culminate in massive donations to charities and more downsizing....But Noooooooo

So I may have mentioned an Ec Dev job on Vancouver Island, in a town we’d lived in for 4 years...well “as fate would have it” I am waiting to see if an offer is on its way.  Lol So IF I get this job, yup...you guessed it...we call the movers, and off we go! The average Joe would think this is where we end the tale, but Noooooooo.  Lol

Hubby stumbled upon an opportunity 20 min from where I will potentially be employed.  And yes, he interviews on line next week .....whoa!  What if we both get jobs!  Oh my how plans change in the wink of an eye.

So heres what is going to happen or what could happen:

A) one or both of us gets hired, we break our lease, we pack up and migrate west to the and start again

Or

B) we don’t get a job offer, and end up staying in our lovely wee apartment, reducing our possessions by about 50% and enjoy a quiet peaceful life with the felines!

And there you have it.  For now we remain in limbo or Purge-atory as Ive come to think of it...not unpacking one single item more,  and keeping a lookout for a place to live in anticipation of a westward trip into island life. 

Until then, lets read, watch British crime dramas and comedies, eat, dream and plan as best we can.  And imagine us working and buying a couple of bikes, lolol 

Stay tuned!

...we gather no moss....

 You won’t  believe this, or maybe you will.  I certainly have to give my head a shake.  Ready?  Yup brace yourselves: we are on the move again!

Ok so two years ago, due circumstances beyond our control, we returned to Albeeria.  Its been busy! Cleaning and repairing what the former renter left us, creating our wonderful victory garden, and waging war on the raspberry bushes...exhausting, yes.  Rewarding? Oh absolutely! 

I took on a new role as Education Assistant, aka teachers aide, and found it fun, albeit different from anything I’d tackled in the past.  And then, the thought of retiring kept popping up.  I mean come on, I’m 66 and have been in the workforce for a loooong time.  51 years.  Gak!  Covid reared its ugly head, and with The Hubby home now (he says no one is hiring old dudes with white hair) we have taken inventory of where we’re at.  And a 3300 sq ft home with a ginormous yard is getting too much.  This past summer was crazy, endless mowing, weeding, digging...exhausting!  I said my two month summer holiday was more like a sentence as feild hand!  Now we’ve decided want to take it easy.  To smell the roses as it were.  More feet up, quiet time to reflect and explore new hobbies.   

And what better way to relax but sell the house, truck, bikes and pull up stakes!  Westward ho! So an evening or 15 of discussions about where to move to raised all sorts of possibilities:  perhaps a move to somewhere exotic?  Panama, Chile, Columbia and Czechoslovakia were all cards on the table.  It was possible!  Why not Cape Breton Island, the east coast was beautiful, viscous winters not withstanding.  What about Vancouver Island?  We did love it there?  Apartment living seemed a doable option: someone else to mow, shovel etc..but no retirement home for us!  So the search began.  And it became an obsession!  Our demands were simple:  some place affordable, ideally newish, and where our two cats would be welcomed.  A 2 bedroom 2 bathroom location was the target. 

Our work was cut out for us.  House was “decluttered”, and listed.  Photos were taken, papers were signed, and it was on the market.  For 2 days.  And sold, just over asking price!  No conditions, no inspections, site unseen!  The market for small town living is Hot! In shock, the search for a new place to live took priority....we had just over a month to seriously downsize and purge!  Lists were made, an apartment was found and it was scheduled to open (it was under construction at the time!) and their open house checked out.  Cats were booked into a kennel during the move, so vaccinations were updated.

  Oh yes, I haven’t mentioned the two cats....old blind clawless tiny cat and her new house mate big fully armed “Miss Murder Mittens” the huntress.  Are we relaxed yet?  😂.

The new place has no storage, so what of winter tires and boots, etc?  Secure storage needed to be booked - interesting fact but mini self storage is in high demand.  Because we all have SO MUCH STUFF!  Many calls later I found a small space, secured it with a wee bribe of Pino Grigio and another item checked off the list.  Oh yeah, we’re relaxed now, 😂 

A mover was engaged, the move in date arranged with the landlord, a move out date set up with the movers....another major task completed. A few days of telephone tag and utilities are NEARLY all lined up. No stress here, 😂 

Oh and in the meantime, we’re Selling our Urals.  Can’t  have a bike without a place to keep it, so More phone calls, more driving, more papers to sign, and they are now on the market.  Mine sold in a day, Macs will sell soon.  My word yes, this is calming. 😜😮🤣  Thank goodness the market for used bikes is good! 

Whats next?  How about a YARD SALE!  Okally dokally...posters up, FB Marketplace flooded, whatever we can’t keep is going...and that is a LOT of stuff.  It means clear the garage, sell sell sell..and our friends and neighbors to the rescue!  Big items sold, heavy items hauled up from the basement, prices set, and OMG our garage is packed!  Aaaaand now its supposed to rain this weekend of the sale.  Oh how ducky.  Turn up stress-o-meter to 98.  Many trips to the second hand store and closets are sorted.  Someone mentioned that moving is a great time to  purge, to lighten your load so to speak...yeah well we missed that lesson in life and have 21 years of amassed STUFF to get rid of.  I’m so relaxed now that I am near-retired I am up blogging at 3:30 a.m.  🤣🤣😥😥  oh an we have sold the Dodge pick me up truck to our neighbor.  And booked a Uhaul to take up our storage items mid month.  Yeas this month mid month.  Best have that stuff figured out eh? yup.  Retire and relax they said.  It will be great they said.  😉😬

And if that isn’t relaxing enough my car needs new winter tires, an oil change and an AC top up while magically my car dealership is keen to see us in a new vehicle.  Give me strength, 😳😅 So day after garage sale insanity, we’re looking at this newer set of wheels.  

Yup, its going to be good...how to get thru this without hot flashing myself into cinders is to visualize: sitting on the balcony, gazing westward at the mountains with a cup of coffee in the morning, and then going back to bed for the entire winter!  😴

Tune in next week to see just what new relaxing adventures will present themselves to the Moving MacArthurs!  So far so good, we’re healthy, ok achy and creaky but making progress 😊 and eager to see a light at the end of the tunnel.  Shhhh did you hear a train whistle?

“Picture if you will, a woman’s birthday...she’s now entered..

“The Seniors Zone”   Egad my best friends are all getting...(gulp) Old!  Ok we all know 65 is the new 40, isn’t it?  But 66?  Yes, more than just a way to get your kicks , (get your kicks, at age sixty six) 

So where does this double digit leave us?  We all get Old Age Pension, most but not all are retired, and we are definitely slowing down.... I mean just try to weed your garden as if you were a spry 40 yr old, And a couple of hours later, its “pass the painkillers” and I’m looking for a lawn chair in the shade.  

Memories of a lusty youth have been replaced by Reality...my boudoir smelling not of roses but of A535....oh how the mighty have fallen.   Or have I?  I mean I have a job which while not making me rich, does have excellent hours, a short commute and outstanding health benefits.  What more can I ask for?  At this age its no longer necessary to acquiesce to every request to volunteer, donate etc...it’s ok to be a bit curmudgeonly yes?  Oh and bonus:  I really like what I do and who (whom?)  I work with.  To quote my hero Shrek ...“really really”!

To my delight, a seriously senior lady asked the other evening if I was “the motorcycle lady” while I was waiting for my take out Chinese.  Not only did this make me grin, but resulted in a long conversation about “current affairs” and inept Federal politicians.  You know me, never one to hesitate a sharing of opinions, but now I have actually been asked for my opinion on stuff.  Its kind of awesome!

So having survived the pandemic, 🦠 and double jabs, a year of wearing a hot sweaty mask, of not being struck by a meteorite or other space debris:  I am content working on the yard, trying my hand at a Victory Garden with a plethora of spuds, tomatoes, carrots and onions 🧄🥕thanks to the support and encouragement of my wonderful Husband.  As we toil under sun and drought in our sensible sun hats and overalls 🧑🏼‍🌾👨🏼‍🌾  we are, as they say, reaping the rewards..  Todays sun warmed tomatoes were heaven. Fresh strawberries for breakfast..a sweet juicy treat.  Ok, 110 hills of potatoes was a bit much, but this means Potatoes for Everyone! Could be worse...could have been zuchinni. 

But where, you may ask, does this leave Biker Marlean?  No tales of highway adventure?   Well this too has been hampered, by old injuries, aches and pains, tight budgets , and the freaking border to the United States being closed!  

Once I would have ranted - now I figure why waste my breath?  Cynical? Disillusioned? Disappointed?  I try to ignore the idiocy, the Democrats, future Commies, mass media and Yoko....we are doing alright. The freezer and pantry are filled, we have a few bottles of decent scotch, bring it on.  We may be old, but we can cook, bakes, preserve, hunt & fish, and camp....beats life in a home listening to top hots of Celine and Shania.  Give me 60’s rock, boogie woogie, the blues, and a shady place to set my butt.  Ah the peace of age...but once that border opens...look out!  Big Mac and I will be on the road again.  Getting our kicks on route 66!

How the yard took over my life?

 As I stagger around my home this morning, the Sunday of Victoria Day (aka May Long) weekend, I squint at the cold sun as I open the curtains.  High overcast, coolish 8C,  perfect weather to toil in the garden.  The image of “what shall I wear” brings flannel shirts, rubber boots, and work gloves to mind.  Coffee brings my brain into gear, and I realize: My home, the entire house, has turned into a Garden Shed. 

Every end table, every surface is covered with garden effluvia.  Dozens of seed catalogues, Old Farmers Almanacs..it continues to the dining room where 30 odd seed packets, a hand cranked seeder, a couple of hand trowels are taking over the space we usually have dinners at.  15 bedding plants, ranging from tomatoes to basil are greeting me from their night in from the frosty elements as they lounge on the dining table.

Onwards to the kitchen, I haul out pans to prep breakfast for hubby and myself.  Eggs poaching, bacon sizzling, I let the cat out and see the sunroom is now...indescribable.  Lol what a far cry from my 20’s, 30’s and 40’s - the May Long as we called this weekend, was about motorcycles.  Seed catalogues, netting, garden tools replace parts catalogues and biker magazines.  The sound of Harleys warming up is replaced by the weed whacker, and lawn mowers.  Oh man, I am getting old!  Lol

Do I miss going on a long weekend ride?  Camping in a tent, or getting a cheap motel for the night, too many beers as we swapped tall tales and occasionally waking to cold wet snow?  Well, as a slightly arthritic 60 something, I admit...the aches from digging beat the exhaustion of a full on May Long 3 day party.  There I said it.

Now, a cold brew at the end of a day digging out endless aggressive raspberry plants, feels awesome!  With hubby beside me from our lawn chairs,we survey the yard:  our new raised garden beds, the abundant bird life, new shoots and trimmed lawn...its bliss!  

Is it hard work? Well the Tylenol and Aspirin bottles on the breakfast table say it is.  Does it hurt?  Oh I’d be lying if I said I could bound out of bed like I was 30.  To me, competitive to the end, its a battle I need to win.  Me against the untended mess which will become a fertile patch full of potatoes, turnips, parsnips.   I will win!  The brilliant green pea shooting out of the earth, makes my heart beat faster.  😁  The eager  twin leaves of radish drawing a bright line me feel like I am winning.  Even my shabby home made compost bin brings me joy.

Do I miss the old days of camping with friends, oh yes at times it is over whelming.  With the Government (a word that I detest, that makes me feel like its a thistle that needs removing) imposing pandemic isolation makes me recall friends, getting together, having fun, all the things Das Fuhrer and his Goose Stepping zombies have deemed Verbodden.  I struggle at times when I see the effect of Pandemic Puke flowing over everything I love, I miss, I need.  As I pick up kleenex and disposable face masks off my lawn it’s obvious things will never ever be normal again.  Ever.  We've become prisoners to the fools the East have given power to.  It makes me feel anger, depression, lonliness.  I am tired of pretending Zoom meetings fill a need for socializing.  It doesn’t.  The thought Police are happily hard at work.  H G Wells was right on the money!  1984 Forever.  

Then I look outside, and all thoughts return to what I will accomplish in my garden today.  Because I realize I can’t rely on a better tomorrow, just on how I manage the here and now.  The shovel and wheel barrow await, my mint needs planting, the seedlings will be netted off this morning (thanks to Mac, Guardian of New Sprouts) the cat will terrorize the blackbirds, and I will smile and hum to myself as I wage war on the raspberry canes. The sun shines through high clouds, and life is good.

In the year 2525.....or was that 2021?

 Do you remember when you were a wee lad or lassie in Grade 1?  Or Great 1 as I recall?  No?  Well I do! Mrs Pauls...the kindest teacher in my one room school; or the smell of Plastiscine?  How about the weird pink rubber tipped glue bottles ...new friends, new skills, books like  Dick and Jane?  “Run Spot, run.”  Ahh yes, descriptive prose that a young prairie kid could commit to memory, forever.  I loved elementary school.  Yes I really did...with a few wonderful teachers, who didn’t yell or get vengeful if I got carried away at recess while climbing trees, or if I just walked home because I missed mom. 

Was I just lucky to live in a small rural village, Where seems people took the saying “it takes a village to raise a child” seriously?  Perhaps not so lucky when your friends mom would punish you both with a swat on the tush, but what about snacks of warm muffins, or a sandwich when hanging out in the yard.  Weak Koolaid. Sitting in the grass picking wild strawberries?   It was bliss.  In those carefree days,  when the biggest problem I  had to face was: could I ride my bike faster than my friends?  Which I could, but occasionally resulted in a gravelly crash!  

Now in my new role as an Education Assistant, working with a young man in Grade 9, then hanging out with grades 1, 2, and 3 I find it’s the remedy for Covid.  To see that what I do actually helps a child learn new things,  to build their confidence, and then make them smile and laugh is keeping me sane.  Filling me with joy and hope.  Best yet, I can act goofy with the Wee ones, make them giggle, sing and dance and feel like a kid again!   Its like a tonic for my soul.  Bliss!

These experiences bring me closer to my Dad, Big Al, the kiddies pal.  A career teacher.  One of the best.  I miss him, and many times find myself wishing I could ask for  advice, or share a success.  I remember dad telling  us how many many years ago he'd take the students outside at the little country schools, where they'd break for an afternoon of playing softball, or a weiner roast...or even go catch gophers! And so I recapture some of that youthful bliss every day hanging with the youngsters.  He’d be proud of me.  So this my dear readers, seems to be where after a long, circuitous route, I am meant to be.  Filled with satisfaction, happiness, sometimes exhaustion but always thankful for the learnings. 

So Covid be damned, tomorrow I am going to school to make a difference.  🤓 

9 months flew by...Sunny Days? Yeah, right. Lol

 Holy moly...it is March!  2121....hang on to your Face masks, this blog could be epic and long! Insert black moody clouds, dire music, time whizes past....

We remain under lockdown.  Under his thumb.  Under orders from Head Quarters....Miss Piggy and Pepe le Peu have been vilified.  Banned. Its all hate speech, rape culture and No-you-don’t.  Cartoons...that is whats evil in society.  Not gangs, legal drugs, pedophiles in power...no, its a puppet of a plump porcine in love with an amphibian.  Good thing the Thought Police can’t get into my head, or I’d  be locked up. As a society, we need to fawn over the wee princess to be, as she crys and unburdens herself to Oprantichrist....ooooh gotta hang on to every word.  Sorry folks, this Ain’t  a bad dream, we are screwed as a society. Yup.

I live in a world where social connections, public gatherings and free choice have been banned.  Forbidden!  Verbodden!    No, free thought, freedom of choice is fine...as long as it fits Das Commandants  agenda.  Commence goose stepping now.  Neighbors are encouraged to rat out other neighbors - Covid death camps make everything safe....don't ask questions, just get out your wallets and comply.  The yellow hoard is wringing their hands with glee, here have a vaccine, no really, it’s safe.  And don’t ask God for help, He's banned from  public Life, schools...pray instead to the new gods of Zuckerberg, Gates, Biden and Soros and their minions.  Personally I have been banned and chastised by friends and family members for supporting the Evil Orange Empire (their words not mine) and guns.  OMG not the G word! a final nail in my coffin?  I confess, I liked Trump!  Lol  you can stop reading now, it wont hurt my feelings, cause I don’t care! Lolol 

Thank the Lord I still see a hope, some light in this dark time.  So far, so good.  I have supportive friends, family and a wonderful spouse.  A job I actually like, with strong leadership.  Food on hand, a safe place to rest my head at night and so far no one is shooting at us.  Oh and two cats who think 0230 is a normal feeding time.  

So thats my story, morning glory.  Back in Alberta, snow and ice are melting, geese are back, i suspect Easter week holds some snow surprise for us, but we have firewood, chocolate and Jamisons and will ride it out. Dreams of returning to Montana to reunite with our friends, just dreams at this point.  As our Tyrants advisor, Yoko-oh-no-you-don’t  holds the key to border crossing.  Nyet yet comrade.  Life has become a Pink Floyd lyric “ok, you’ll feel a little pin prick....there’ll be no more Aaaargh, you may feel a little sick”.

And so hopefully my reality and optimism will return.  In the mean time I reject MSM, the talking heads, and enjoy a glass of wine now and then between house hold chores, and dreams of a garden, sunshine, an occasional motorcycle ride  and who knows....visiting people again?  I have faith in the Lord and his plans for me.  

Hang in there friends, only a few more years of this crap and who knows?