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And this, spotted on Facebook Marketplace:
A fucking helicopter, only $20, 000.
Now, I've known I need a helicopter for quite a while, and were it not for my abysmal finances I'd be pulling the trigger on this. I don't need another fucking piece-of-shit walk-down-the-mountain jeep, I need a helicopter. Owner with more knowledge? That's me. I'll figure it out or die trying. And doesn't every post-apocalyptic Mad Max movie feature a loon in a home-built chopper? I am that loon. This would also add some much-needed action to the movie version of my life. As for licensing, well, in Nelson the police don't have helicopters and I'm pretty sure I could arrange to have this parked on the roof of my building. In fact I'm going to go talk to the landlady now...
This would be so much better than "Prospector on a Jet-Ski", although I don't see why there couldn't be a crossover series...
(So far appeals to my children for financing have gone unanswered...go figure)
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Morning, the car show, I’m up-and-at-em by 8:00 AM, need cigarettes, groceries, walking down Baker, the street - from one end to the other, and a good many of the side streets, are filled with vintage trucks, roadsters, hot-rods, even a few new cars. I've seen it but never really stopped to take it in, work always interfered. This car show, it’s a community thing, all the vehicle owners have set up around their car, camping chairs, coolers, coffee's, the cars, gleaming with bright paint and wax, every owner eager to talk about their pride-and-joy, this is a boon for business, millions of dollars in a couple of days, collectors plates from Idaho, Montana, Washington, Ontario, further even, the shops, cafe’s, hotels all full, streets full of shoppers.
I get my groceries, cigarettes, head home again, eat breakfast, finish cleaning the bathroom, then make lunch.
Then to the thrift shop where I find an appalling shelf, all function, no style, white veneered particle board, but I need one, my art supplies spread out over the living room floor in a 10 foot radius from my chair have grown to be a bit much, the place, once again, is a mess. After lunch I clean it up. And breathe a sigh of relief. The shelf's ugliness is largely concealed by the abundance of supplies I’ve heaped it with, watercolours, gouache, oil pastels, pen, ink, mixed media - paper, maps, passports, foreign currency, envelopes, acrylic, oils, mediums, stamps: duty-paid, postage, lottery tickets, etc, etc.
This done it's time now to read my book - Hiroshima by John Hersey. An assignment by my daughter who’s English course relies on an intelligent interpretation of and essay on said material. This reading merely so we can have an intelligent conversation upon the subject.
After which it's time for a shower, shave, and the Variety Show at the Capital…
Not the show I'd hoped for, but what I'd expected. You recognize everyone from the community, the banker, the MC, another person of finance, an actress, too many others to list. these are the people in your neighbourhood, and most of them in one way or another are in the theatre…
The lobby filled with snacks, everyone saying ‘If I knew I wouldn’t have eaten dinner”, there are salad rolls, chips & salsa, bean dip, guacamole, peanut sauce, a charcuterie of sorts, sausage, smoked meat, cheese, lots of food. I didn’t eat dinner and so make free on the buffet.
Milling and hob-nobbing, meet the authors, B.B is there, needs a drink, is short on cash having just published her second volume of poetry. And R&A are there, 85+ years old, neighbours from the old Beggs Road Vacation house, and R has a new book out, reminisces of the old life in the valley, these are the pioneers, the people that made this place great, in the 70’s with all their free-love, draft-dodging stick-it-to-the man communes & pot-growing, the old timers, and T.W. as well has a new book of poetry out…
Just keeping up with reading the local authors is a chore…
The variety show, a good natured promotion for the upcoming next season, the Xmas Panto, coming musical, theatrical, comedy, the summer youth camps that see every local youth indoctrinated into the world of Drama, as small towns go this is the town.
Then home, there's a concert in rail town, old-style rock&roll, “BC-DC”, 500 people according to a neighbour who went, loud, in tune with the largely out-of-town car show audience, through closed windows I can still here it blaring, and when it wraps up at 11:00 it's time for bed.
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And, having come across a few pats of watercolours at the thrift shop I've turned my hands to a new medium.
Watch the YouTube videos, seems straightforward enough, should be a cinch.
How many times have I said this?
Anyways, putting the "mixed" into mixed media, with mixed results. More largely failures and slight (accidental) successes.
Slowly, slowly...
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This morning, the first of September, noticing the leaves have begun to turn and are falling from the trees.
Time to go and try and start my car.
Last night, work, slow, after work head down to the liquor store.
A bad habit, I know.
And from the alley behind the Hume there's a group of maybe 8 high school students, - slight, of slender build and height, coming out of ???
One of them recognizes me, says "hi", they've just been spelunking in the tunnels under Nelson. And I try and get details - what did they see, find, the only answer is "puddles", it sounds like no discoveries worth mentioning, merely the thrill of discovery.
This morning, coffee, this evening, work, between now and then I have to learn how to paint with watercolors. And that outlines the day...