“So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.
When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself.
Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”
In July, Wendy and I set out on a journey, which we would live…one day at a time. One moment at a time. We do our best to remain 'in the flow' (as Luke says). We say 'Yes' to what arises and whatever that is…we love the hell out of it. It's an adventure!
Volunteering at Dakota Ridge, meeting new people, completing our recent 1st Aid certification, these are activities that allow us to be of service, have fun and be challenged to learn and listen. Our expectation is that by continuing to say yes to opportunities as they arise, we will eventually find a similarly rewarding…and gainful, employment opportunity.
With that in mind, we spent much of this week cleaning up our respective resumes, writing covering letters and dropping these off with prospective employers. We're interested to see what transpires…and we promise to keep you 'posted' (punny).
Some of this week's moments do stand out in our mind however. Hmmm…let's see
Tuesday October 15
We're in Gibsons hunting for 1st Aid supplies. The kit we carry in our pack is fairly complete but we'd also like to acquire some additional items that would be useful to us when we're volunteering up on Dakota Ridge…splints, triangular bandages…stuff like that. So far we've been to Shoppers Drug Mart and PharmaSave in Sechelt and we just came out of London Drugs, in Gibsons…Nada, Zip, Zilch. Oh sure they have some inexpensive 1st Aid kits but none of the individual items we're looking for.
While we're in Gibsons, we check out a discount bargain store we've been hearing about. It's fantastic! I pick up another pair of long johns, some tee shirts, a pair of sweat pants (it's getting too cold to go to Yoga in shorts) and Wendy grabs some jeans, a grey long sleeve tee and hangars. The merchandise is from companies that are no longer 'hip'…Fruit of the Loom, Wranglers…but are of excellent quality. The result is…Bargains, Bargains, Bargains (and being totally unhip).
We also pop into the local dollar store where we pick up a couple of large plastic drinking glasses (my fave for water), two packs of recycled casino cards from Vegas, some wool gloves for Wendy, a glass drinking glass (for guests), vinyl gloves and face shields (for the 1st Aid kit)…all for eleven dollars. Sweet!
Wednesday October 16
Today we're having lunch with Jim. It's Jim and Blondie's cottage that we will be subletting in December and we've come out today to meet Bruce, Jim and Blondie's landlord.
Bruce's home is up the hill behind the cottage and as we approach the first thing we notice is the beautiful Koi Carp Pond at the rear of the house. Bruce answers the door and ushers us inside. He introduces us to his partner Matt and they show us around their gorgeous house. From the entry way, we pass by a full-size grand piano which overlooks the front of the house.
A few stairs take us down to the spacious front room, which is windowed to maximize the scenic view of the ocean, landscape and a very serene infinity pond. On either end of this room are two smaller side rooms, each with a Murphy bed cleverly hidden behind what looks to be a dark wooden hutch or possibly a faux hutch (i'm not sure which).
While we visit, Bruce asks us if we would like to come this Saturday for a jazz concert featuring Jennifer Scott and her trio. We immediately accept. It'll cost us each twenty dollars (which goes towards compensating the musicians) and we should bring some wine and snacks. Bruce reminds us that it starts at seven…so, don't be late. It sounds like it'll be fun…Jim will be there too.
After visiting with Bruce and Matt, it's time for lunch. Wendy and I drive over and meet up again with Jim at the Blackfish Pub in Gibsons. The food is very good. Over lunch, Jim, who is a chef, gives us a greater understanding of the food industry…both in general and more specifically, here on the Sunshine Coast. He also invites us to come over early on Saturday so we can share a drink and another visit before the concert. Sounds great…count us in and see you Saturday around five thirty.
It's Wednesday evening and Chris is over for dinner. The food is great. Wendy is the leader throughout much of the Cribbage game that follows. She's so far ahead that she is feeling…shall we say…expansive. Then, at the very last second, Chris pulls out a huge score and wins again (Mancuso!!)
Thursday October 17
It's just after seven and we're heading, with J.J., to Ping Pong night in Gibsons…that's right, I said it. Ping Pong. (for you young 'uns, Ping Pong is what we used to play in our basements before video games came along)
J.J., who told us about these Thursday nite Pongfests, has brought along a couple of extra paddles for Wendle and I.
The activities are held (i think) in the hall of the Gibsons United Church. The Ping Pongers get to store their tables and equipment here and in return, the church groups get to use the tables.
There are several people already playing when we arrive and the action is lively. We set up our own table and then J.J. helps Wendy and I remember how to play. He's very patient…which is a good thing considering that the many years of rust have in no way enhanced our game. Every second shot Wendy or I make goes flying off into the space furthest removed from our table. Several times our errant shots careen off of players at other tables…”Oops, sorry about that”
A young fellow who has lost his partner joins us and for awhile we practice as if we're playing pairs. Then, J.J. gets an opportunity to play in a real game and leaves us. We pick up a lively lady to replace him and we play on. Just as we 're starting to get good (not really), it's ten o'clock and time to go.
What a blast! We'd forgotten how much fun it is to play gnip-gnop and we will be back. Not next Thursday though…J.J. has told us that a Shakuhachi Master will be in concert next Thursday and we are planning on attending. This is a different Master from the one who will perform at the Gibsons Art gallery on November 17th (please double check the date)
If you'd like to learn more about and hear a Shakuhachi master play just click on this link, http://youtu.be/AtEfcZlzFR8
Well…that is the week that was. Or was it the week that is? I'm so confused. Anyway, we'll be back tomorrow with a review of Saturday's jazz concert. Until then…
Moose and Wendle
Wendy bought some eggs the other day. One of those eggs was not like the other…can you tell,which one?
There was much debate (doesn't it take two to debate?) as to what manner of mutated creature might be living in such a huge egg. A velociraptor? Did some Ostrich slip her egg into a chicken's nest? Maybe it's a puppy? Alien babies? Wendy says it's probably a double yolker (what does she know about Aliens)
So, let's look inside (keep the bear spray handy and aim for their very large eyes)
(well that is certainly an anticlimax)
Yes, but it sure tasted great