Planning Ahead

Do any of us really know what the future holds? The last year and a half has shown us all that things don’t necessarily turn out as planned. Betty & I developed a 5 year plan to visit 48 states and 10 provinces. To date, our overlandish odyssey has taken us to 39 states and 9 provinces. But as with everyone else, COVID-19 has set us back a bit. Here’s our latest update:

The sunset views from our current campsite are far more dramatic than anything we could see at Living Forest in Nanaimo. It’s nice to see the prairie sky again!

On return to Winnipeg at the end of April, we completed our 2 week quarantine, and secured 2 negative COVID tests before getting our first vaccines. As we await our second injections, Betty & I are re-visiting plans for our continued adventures. We have a campsite booked for the winter at Living Forest Oceanside Campground in Nanaimo, British Columbia, and are on a waiting list for a site with an ocean view. If the Canada-U.S. border is open by the fall, we hope to travel through the northern states as far as Glacier National Park in Montana, before heading north again to visit friends in Calgary, Alberta.

Last year we planted our campsite with micro clover. It’s coming up nicely but is still a multi-year project to reach maturity.

Today we rebooked our Christmas flights from Nanaimo to Winnipeg. They had been cancelled due to the pandemic, so we’re hoping for better luck in 2021…

Here’s another view of our micro clover lawn. It’s quite healthy and doesn’t require much mowing. We still need to get that add-a-room up.

If restrictions are lifted, we hope to travel down the U.S. west coast, starting mid-April, 2022. With a preference for on-the-fly boondocking, we likely won’t make a lot of advanced campground reservations – although I have recorded the dates when bookings can be made at a couple of our favourite oceanside campsites in Washington and Oregon.

Water and beetle larvae damaged our sign on the wet coast. I have now begun the restoration process.

In our latest plan, we are eliminating visits to the major urban areas around Seattle, Portland, San Francisco, Los Angeles, and San Diego, in order to free up more time for National Park visits to Olympic, Redwood, Yosemite, Sequoia, Death Valley, Mohave Desert, Zion, Grand Canyon North Rim, Bryce Canyon, Capitol Reef, Canyonlands, Arches, Mesa Verde, Black Canyon of the GunnisonGrand Teton, and Yellowstone National Parks. (Thank goodness for the America The Beautiful park pass!). We would then head east to Devils Tower National Monument, Wyoming (featured in Close Encounters of the Third Kind), and Mt. Rushmore, on our way back to Manitoba.  Further planning is needed to decide which National Park areas are accessible by motorhome, and which require day trips in the Smart car. But these days we do have lots of “planning ahead” time. lol

Here’s the other side of our water-damaged sign. I have sanded off the bad spots and hope to coat it in epoxy.

If we survive all that, we have mapped out a journey down the Blue Ridge Parkway in the Great Smoky Mountains, ending with a winter along the Gulf shores, from Florida’s panhandle to South Padre Island in Texas. Our return would take us from the mouth of the mighty Mississippi River in Louisiana, to the river’s source(s) in Minnesota.

In the meantime, I’ve added a coat of Varathane, and it’s marking our site again.

Our bucket list still includes a return to Quartzsite, Arizona, a flight and RV tour of Newfoundland, and a possible caravan into Mexico. But I think we’ve done enough planning ahead for now. May you enjoy life’s upcoming adventures, whether you planned them ahead of time – or not… Stay safe!

Here comes the sun again over the Canadian prairies. Yeah!!

Cheers!

We Made It!

Following the twists and turns, ups and downs of the last post, Betty & I experienced more smooth sailing across the prairies to our summer campsite at Town & Country in Winnipeg, Manitoba. Here’s a brief summary:

Betty & Charlie headed out for a walk during our relaxing stay at Tunnel Mountain Campground in Banff, Alberta.
The deer were so plentiful around our campsite that we soon stopped pointing them out. Mt. Rundle in the background, however, can never be taken for granite. Or is that granted? lol
On our trip west, we stayed in the large parking lot of a Calgary casino. However, this week the casino was closed, with no-one around. On freecampsites.net, Betty found safe parking at Southcentre Mall. They have a dedicated area for rv parking, which can be confirmed by calling mall security at 403-835-4301. Very convenient!
Our plan had been for Betty to practice driving in the casino parking lot, but since traffic was light, she headed out on the TransCanada highway. We and others on the road all survived the experience. lol
Unlike the Rockies, the prairie road was straight and flat, with little traffic. So Betty enjoyed her time behind the wheel. After leaving Calgary, we had planned on staying at the Flying J Truck stops in Medicine Hat, Alberta, and Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan. But we made great time on the empty roads, and stayed in Swift Current’s Walmart parking lot instead, saving an extra night on the road.
As in previous west-bound trips, we spent our last night on the road at Elkhorn, Manitoba’s municipal campground, just east of the Saskatchewan border. We again had this quiet little spot (beside the local cemetery) to ourselves.
We had dumped our grey and black tanks fine when we were leaving Nanaimo, but when we reached Banff, nothing came out of the grey tank. I thought the line might be frozen, but nothing came out on each subsequent try. When we got set up again at Town & Country in Winnipeg, I contacted rv tech Rick Kornelson about replacing the valve that I thought must be broken. Turns out the grey tank line was clogged with gunk, and Rick was able to get the water flowing again yesterday. Yeah Rick!

So Betty & I are back in site 168, quarantining for the next two weeks. After that we look forward to reconnecting with friends and family again, and enjoying a safe & peaceful summer stay in Manitoba.

Wishing you a safe and peaceful experience, wherever life finds you!

Cheers!

Experiencing Ups and Downs

Life can be full of ups and downs. In the past few days, Betty & I have seen our fair share. This post captures a little of what we saw and experienced as we headed east from our winter home on Vancouver Island.

We were first on and off the ferry at Departure Bay, Nanaimo, headed into Horseshoe Bay, Vancouver.
All along our route were signs about the new provincial travel restrictions.

British Columbia introduced new COVID-19 travel restrictions this week, indicating that those outside of their health zone could be fined, and that BC ferries might no longer take recreational vehicles on board. Just in case this affected us, we bailed early.

We decided not to make stops in the province, except for gas. When I filled up, I masked and gloved up, and paid at the pump.
Heading through North Vancouver, we still experienced some heavy traffic.
When we reached our first pit stop at the Flying J in Hope, BC, Betty watered the dog, while I added some gas.

The motorhome had been running a little rough on our first day, but I thought it was because our gas was six months old. I had filled up last October before we parked for the season on Vancouver Island. I considered adding some gas-line additive, but didn’t want to go into the store. I also thought about using a higher octane, but it was too expensive…

After we left Hope, we began the climb into some beautiful mountains.
By the time we reached the summit of the Coquihalla Highway (elevation 4,081 ft), the engine was labouring badly.

From then on, Betty & I really experienced our ups and downs. While the scenery was majestic, after we passed Revelstoke, the battery light appeared on our dash for the first time ever, and flickered on and off through the Rogers Pass. From time to time, we would lose most of our power, dropping down to 30 mph, even when there was no margin to pull off the road. While I drove much of the time with my hazard lights on, I was never sure the motor wouldn’t finally die in the middle of the Trans-Canada Highway.

Limping into Golden BC around 5:30 pm, we contacted Columbia Diesel, and staff said they would take a look at our motorhome first thing in the morning. In the meantime, we were welcome to stay the night in their large parking lot.

I met up with service manager Derek Phillips at 7:30 am the next morning, and he assigned Guy, a very able mechanic, to diagnose our problem right way.

We pulled right into a bay in their heated shop, and were able to stay in our coach for the duration. Even though we had replaced our alternator before leaving Manitoba, it and our chassis battery had both died. By noon, Guy had replaced them both, and we were on the road again. BTW, the replaced alternator is still under warranty, so hope to be reimbursed when we get back to Manitoba.

Tunnels along the highway take traffic under some of the worst avalanche zones.

Continuing our ups and downs, the TransCanada Highway (#1) was closed from Golden to Banff, so we had to detour south through Radium Hot Springs.

The road northeast from Radium Hot Springs is quite dramatic, and we were most happy that our motorhome was working well again. In many places, there would have been nowhere to pull off the road, and all TransCanada traffic was on this detour.
Lots of ups and downs, twists and turns greeted us on the road back to Manitoba.
We arrived safely at our Banff campsite (B81 in Tunnel Mountain Village II) just in time for the start of a snow fall.
By this morning, our Smart was covered in snow, but we were safe and warm in our home on wheels.
As I began to write this post, a family of deer appeared across from our campsite, just as the clouds began to lift from Mount Rundle.

Now that the clouds have lifted, Betty & I hope that the road east won’t visit us with so many ups and downs. Just as we hope for straight, smooth sailing, we wish the same for you!

Cheers!

Here We Go Again, Again!

When I entered the name for this blog post, my computer told me I had already used the title “Here We Go Again!”. Did I want to replace that file with this new one? No, each time we set out on a leg of our overlandish odyssey, there are similarities, but it is a uniquely new adventure. Here’s the latest update.

Ontario’s provincial flower, the trillium, is blooming everywhere around us on Vancouver Island just now. This one is at our campsite in Nanaimo. Apparently, trilliums can take 4 – 15 years to bloom, and if picked, take 2 – 7 years to bloom again. Who knew?

As previously noted, this is the longest stretch Betty & I have spent in one place in the past three years. Vancouver Island has a moderate climate and is such a beautiful place to live, or just visit. There is so much to see and do here, and yet in these past six months we have seen and done relatively nothing!

While we enjoy shorts and sandals weather, there are snow-capped mountains all around. These are seen across Nanaimo harbour.

Now that we are packing up in preparation for our travels back to Winnipeg, we couldn’t help but venture out just a little before we go.

The price of regular gas in Comox is 143.9/litre. Hoping it’s less than that as we head east!
The scenic town of Cumberland is just southwest of Comox & Courtney.

Betty’s family was originally from Cumberland, England. Her dad was born in Egremont. So when we saw the Vancouver Island community with the same name, and his birthplace in a street name, we just had to go exploring.

The streets of Cumberland, BC are named after towns in England, including Egremont, where Bet’s dad was born. Other principal avenues include Maryport, Windermere, Penrith, Derwent, Allen, and Keswick.
A coal-mining town in the late 1800’s, Cumberland had the second largest Chinese population, after San Fransisco, at the turn of the 20th century.

It’s sunny and warm on the island just now. Everyone is eager to get out and enjoy some fresh sea air. Yes, we have heeded the advice against unnecessary travel. But after being cooped up all winter, this fresh air and sunshine is necessary! Besides, we could and did travel without personal contact with others. 

Petroglyphs Provincial Park is less than a mile from our campground in Nanaimo. We drove past it regularly, but visited for the first time this week.
Yesterday, Betty, Charlie & I visited Nanaimo harbour, and enjoyed boats and ships of all sizes passing by.

Despite the unexpected health issues, it’s been a wonderful place to winter, and Betty & I are looking forward to a return visit this fall. 

At Nanaimo Beach, lots of kids found their way into the water at low tide.
The beach was full, with everyone responsibly either social distancing or wearing masks.

In the meantime, here we go again, heading back to our family in Winnipeg that we’ve missed so much over this past six months. Almost time to cue Willy Nelson’s On The Road Again!

As one ferry arrives from Horseshoe Bay, another gets ready to leave for Vancouver. That will be us, later this week…

Cheers!

Déjà Vu

When the coronavirus hit just over a year ago, Betty and I were sheltered in place in the Arizona desert. Should we stay in our relatively isolated location, or should we head back to Manitoba? Travel was not recommended, and borders were closing. Since we were unsure of continued health coverage, we decided to cut our travels short and head back. 

Flowers have been blooming everywhere around Nanaimo for more than a month now. These are at a neighbour’s campsite.

Now we are in beautiful Nanaimo, British Columbia, having spent the last six months on picturesque Vancouver Island. While COVID-19 has been relatively rare on the island, another variant of the virus has been spreading through the province, across the country, and around the world. Should we stay in our comparatively safe home in Living Forest Oceanfront campground, or head back to Manitoba? Again, travel is not recommended, and while interprovincial borders are not closing, nearly every province is introducing new rules on what can stay open, and what needs to close. It’s déjà vu all over again!

Trees are also in blossom all around us. Bright and beautiful!

Vaccination schedules also vary between provinces, and we may not be eligible for injections here, as we are not B.C. residents. Manitoba Health allows us to be out of province for seven months of the year, but we must soon return to maintain coverage.

Charlie visits a flowering bush.

Besides, we really, really miss our kids and grandkids! So we’re headed back.

A long-time resident of our campground has used his vivid imagination to decorate his campsite.

In preparation for our return to Manitoba, we have been getting the motorhome serviced, and it is now ready to head out on the road again.

This week we added new tail pipes to our motorhome, replacing rusted and damaged originals.

Our original plan included extended visits with friends across the western provinces, and tours around B.C., particularly Vancouver Island. But we haven’t even been to Butchart Gardens or downtown Victoria on this trip! Visits with friends didn’t happen on the way here, so we said we’d catch up on the way back.

The site we occupied for most of the winter (#191) wasn’t available for April, so we are now in #9 until we head out later this month. The park is very well maintained, and all staff are extremely friendly and helpful.

Now with the more virulent variants, those visits won’t occur on the way back to Manitoba either.

Betty continues her creativity. These placemats are recent additions.
My sciatica has lessened somewhat, allowing me to get back to the driving range again. Beyond the green grass in the foreground, you can just make out the snow-capped mountains in the background. Stunning scenery!

Under the circumstances, it is our hope that we and others will be immunized by the fall of this year, so that Betty and I can try this trip all over again. I have saved our original travel schedule, and we have a campsite in Living Forest booked for next fall and winter. If everything is green-lighted, we can then head down the west coast in 2022, visiting national parks in Washington, Oregon, California, and Utah, before heading back to Manitoba. This year and next, we’re hoping for déjà vu all over again, just without the virus!

“I wandered lonely as a cloud, That floats on high, o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, a host of golden daffodils…”

Hope you’re keeping healthy and safe!

Purple flower power!

Cheers!

Betty’s Coach Creations

For the past few months, our motorhome has turned into a factory of sorts. New products are being created on a daily basis. And one never knows what to expect!

All colours and styles of socks can be found in Betty’s fun factory!

Fortunately, this factory isn’t one of those dirty, smelly types – no pollution here. Unfortunately, while other factories are intended to make money, this one costs!

Our granddaughter, Isabella, enjoys the quilt that so matches her personality!

All of our bills are relatively low as we shelter in place in beautiful Nanaimo, British Columbia for winter. Except for the fabric, wool, yarn, thread, and all related items Betty can find at a local store or on-line. It’s a high price to pay for this creative genius, but I guess it’s worth it in the end.  All of the “products” are give-aways to family and friends, and their appreciation puts smiles on our faces – payment enough!

Our other granddaughter, Georgia, peeks over the top of her new quilt, made for warmth with love from her Nana.

The day after my last post, North America got hit with a major winter storm, knocking out power in Texas, and stopping or slowing travel across the continent. In one of our favourite destinations – South Padre Island – the sea turtles needed to be rescued and warmed at the convention center, before being released back into the Gulf of Mexico. What an experience for them and their rescuers. We’ve visited the SPI convention center, but have never seen a slower moving crowd of delegates! lol

A rare snowfall blankets our campground in Nanaimo, B.C.

Nanaimo wasn’t left out of this winterland fun, as the attached pictures show. 

Having grown up in snowy Winnipeg, Charlie loved to roll in the white stuff!

For us, the snow lasted almost a week, and now those spring flowers are up and blooming. What a gorgeous sight!

I took this picture last week of these bright purple flowers in an outside garden at our campground.

In addition to her quilting, knitting, and sewing creations, Betty didn’t let us down on Shrove Tuesday/Fat Tuesday/Mardi Gras, or as our family tradition calls it “Pancake Tuesday”. Betty battered up for a delicious feast of “English pancakes” – the skinny, flat kind of crepes that we sprinkle in lemon and sugar, before rolling up and filling our pie holes. Lol  

We had no lemons on Pancake Tuesday, but limes worked just as well to cover these mouth-watering delights! (Sorry I didn’t dress for the occasion…)

Living in a factory might be considered an unpleasant experience. But our feet are warmed by hand-made bamboo and wool socks. If an evening chill arrives, we can wrap in any number of colourful, comfy quilts. And if and when we venture out, there are wide varieties of colourful masks to wear. What could be better!

From the Coach Creations Collection: A quilt for our grandson James, to wrap him in love until our return to Winnipeg.

Keep comfy and warm and stay safe. The winter’s almost over and Betty’s Colourful, Crafty, Coach Creations continue!

Have a warm cup of something, until the spring arrives!

Cheers!

Mapping A Journey To Justice

For the past few months, Betty and I have been staying put in our home on wheels. Due to the ongoing world-wide spread of the coronavirus, we have hunkered down in our campsite on Vancouver Island. Unable to travel to warmer climes, it is the only place in Canada that sees little or no snow, with the campgrounds open year-round. We are happy to be here!

Had to pick up some fresh flowers for my valentine. Love her lots!

At the same time – as mentioned in our last blog post – I have been immobilized by sciatica. The nerves running all the way down my right leg constantly throb in pain, shooting sharp jabs down its length with any unexpected movement. Diagnosed with bone spurs on my lumbar spine last month in Nanaimo hospital, I have since attended the Urgent Care clinic in Ladysmith for a medication top up. Needless to say, I am not operating at 100%, and am looking forward to a return to normal – hopefully sooner, rather than later. In the meantime, I’m not going anywhere fast.

We’re not the only ones waiting around. In the background you can just make out a line-up of ships, waiting to get into Nanaimo harbour.

All this to say that I’ve had quite a bit of downtime lately, and as mentioned in my last post, have been using that time to write my memoirs. Rather than a single chronological narrative, I have described thirty memories of life adventures that could be told as campfire stories. 

On the lower right, you can see a grey heron, also waiting for a meal to come by.

There might be some irony here. Often when Betty & I have sat by the fire with fellow campers, they will ask: “So Graham, what do you do for a living?”. My elusive answer: “I am retired”. Their follow up: “But what did you do before retirement?” Usually at that point I will try to change the subject, because I have always found it difficult to answer in one or two words, like Nurse, Mechanic, Lawyer, etc. How do I describe the unique journey I’ve taken through life, in a concise, understandable way?

No-one has joined us by this fire yet.

Not all of my campfire stories are alike. Do I just tell one anecdote, or a series of disparate memories. All are tales of my unique encounters with Canadian criminal justice, and for the sake of this travel blog, they could be described as my roadmap of a journey to justice. They’re going to have to read the map!

The heron swoops low over the choppy Nanaimo River, looking for dinner.

On the crime victims’ side, this journey led to the development of a plan for an oasis along their route to healing. On the offenders’ side, the map describes a path to redemption, making amends to the greatest extent possible for harms caused. Neither path can turn back the clock to a better life – there is no time travel here. But the paths do describe both small and large ways that roadblocks preventing a future, more abundant life can be overcome.

Mapping A Journey To Justice

A number of times the victim and offender paths crossed, and campfire tales describe the nature of those interactions. Through Safe Justice Encounters, for instance, crime victims sought and received answers from the crime perpetrators that were not addressed in court. The Paying Forward Project provided opportunities for victims and community members to safely meet those serving long prison sentences, challenging them to develop a clearer sense of victim empathy. The inmates were encouraged to use their time for the betterment of others. The result was the creation of time-consuming, intricate jewellery by the prisoners, which was then sold to the public. All proceeds went to support crime victims.

Campfires are great places to share short and tall tales.

These are just a couple of the 30 stories written off-the-top-of-my-head in the past two months. When Betty and I return to Winnipeg in May, I hope to access the stored materials in our son Andrew’s basement. Among the memorabilia are pictures that help to highlight some of these tales.  Don’t know yet whether the finished book will be for our children and grandchildren only, or whether it will be more broadly circulated, around future campfires, for instance. 

Our first snowfall of the year yesterday. It should be gone with tomorrow’s rain. The tarp keeps our firewood dry. No campfire tonight…

Given the travel restrictions over the past period, I have found the reminiscing and writing to be a worthwhile use of my time. This journey to justice wasn’t without its detours and bumps in the road. But I hope my campfire stories can help our kids and grandkids understand where I’ve been all this time, and how we can all better travel the road of life. As Roy Rogers would sing: “Happy trails to you, until we meet again!”

Cheers!

A Wild Ride So Far

As the case with most reasonable people around the world, Betty & I have not gone anywhere this year. But it’s been a wild ride nevertheless!

The reflections in the water of the Nanaimo River belie the wild turbulence around us.

We passed up Christmas hugs with our kids and grandkids – zooming on the 25th as we shared the opening of presents on-line. It wasn’t the same. Our Westjet tickets have now been put on hold for a year, and we’re hoping that the airline will still be in business for an in-person visit next December.

Clouds part for a while, revealing blue skies over Nanaimo.

In the meantime, we settled in for a quiet winter on Vancouver Island. Or so we thought… January 6/21 will be a day that goes down in infamy, as a violent mob attacked the U.S. Capitol. The upheaval sent shock waves around the world, and the healing process will take some time. Our prayers go out to our American neighbours, that they can soon become the United States.

Some of the events we’ve been experiencing are “Once in a blue moon.” Well, here’s the blue moon over our campground!

At the same time, the world has been experiencing a pandemic that just doesn’t seem to want to quit. Despite efforts to introduce vaccines, the infection, hospitalization and death rates continue to climb provincially, nationally, and internationally. Hopefully we are nearing the top of the roller coaster, and we’ll all come plunging down soon. But as with most roller coasters, just when you think the ride is over, we are thrown into more unexpected twists and turns with new variants. This is one wild ride I would be happy to get off!

A ferry makes its way past Gabriola Island, heading into Nanaimo harbour. Background mountains are snow-capped, but there’s none on the ground here…yet.

Speaking of unexpected twists, my family doctor and rheumatologist in Winnipeg were unable to adjust my medications without another in-person assessment. So this week I ended up at the Nanaimo hospital with severe pain down my right leg. After blood tests, x rays and other tests, it was determined that I have bone spurs on my lumbar spine which are causing sciatica. I am now on a number of new meds, in hopes that this pain can be overcome. The care at the hospital was exceptional, and I am most thankful for the compassion and professionalism of all staff there. Of course, it makes all the difference that I have my own private nurse with me now. Thanks Bet for continuing to put up and care for me!

On days when it’s not raining, I like to get out on my bike. That’s me heading down the hill to the beach.

The days are getting longer, and we’ve actually had a couple with sunshine, although it’s raining just now as I write this. We have experienced no leaks in our motorhome, and the dehumidifier has worked well to keep the interior moisture level down. But our outside sign hasn’t faired so well. Despite many coats of exterior Varathane, moisture appears to have gotten behind the finish, damaging the wood. I guess I’ll have to wait until we’re back in Winnipeg to see if it can be repaired.

Our Reddoch Retreat sign isn’t doing so well in the wet conditions.

Betty has continued her quilting, knitting and sewing, so this down-time has actually been very productive for her. 

One of Betty’s latest creations. Arizona saguaro cacti quilt – a work in progress.

I have been taking the time to write my memoirs, despite having no available reference material. While I have day-timers in storage at Andrew’s, covering 1972 – 1987, and 2005 – present, I am missing notes from the critical years 1987 – 2005. Without those, I thought autobiographical writings would be inaccurate. I do have Annual Reports and Meeting Minutes, but Bet’s position is a story based solely on who, what, why, when, and how would be the height of BORING!

A collection of “Campfire Stories”, before my memory completely fails…

So instead, I have been writing off-the-top-of-my-head tales that I’m calling “Campfire Stories” about different life experiences. With 23 written so far, I have a goal to cap the collection at 30 stories. Each is 1,500 – 2,500 words long, or 4 – 6 pages, about the length of a tale around an evening campfire. Betty & Lisa are serving as proof-readers, hoping that I’m not putting them to sleep with my musings.

We still have some dramatic campfires, when it’s not raining. Those are sparks shooting up from the popping wood. The fire starters made by our granddaughter, Isabella, sure help when the wood is wet!

Ok, maybe sleeping though 2021 wouldn’t be such a bad thing, if it’s going to continue the way it has started. Hope we all can survive and thrive, regardless of the twists and turns on this year’s wild ride!

Cheers!

Have Yourself A Very Little Christmas!

Betty quilted another Christmas tree for our home on wheels.

Have yourself a very little Christmas
Let your bubble be tight
From now on
Our COVID will be out of sight.

Have yourself a very little Christmas
Keep the virus at bay
From now on
Our families will be miles away.

Wish we were as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who were dear to us
Could gather near to us once more.

Through the years we hope to be together
If the rules allow
Wear a mask and never let your guard go down
And have yourself a very little Christmas now

Six feet apart, of course!

A few more of Betty’s masks, made with love.

Those of you who have read previous posts will know that I often have a song rattling around in my head while contemplating the theme.  We have all experienced a lot of holiday music for the last few weeks, and when I went to bed last night, it was Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas going through my noggin. 

Betty created this festive runner for our table.

But when I got up at 2:00 am to begin writing, I couldn’t help but think that the words and sentiments were off, just a little… With apologies to the original songwriter, I re-wrote some of the verses to reflect the fact that we are more likely to have a very little Christmas, instead of a merry little Christmas this year. Hope you can still find some humour somewhere though.

Following is a pictorial update:

Saw this palm tree when leaving the bank the other day, & couldn’t help but snap a pic.
This one is on a boulevard between two major Nanaimo streets.
Looking across the harbour from downtown Nanaimo, to the snow-capped mountains beyond.
I finally got out to a golf driving range last week. The course, open year round, is about 7 minutes from our campsite.
For fun you can try to hit your ball into this minivan, or into the green dumpsters beyond.
Betty is continuing her quilting. Here is one of her latest creations.
Here’s another.
And some more colourful socks. You won’t get confused with the ones from the department store. lol
Been in Nanaimo for more than a month now, and finally got some Nanaimo bars. Yeah!
One of our Christmas traditions is a large family trifle. This little one is for just the two of us this year. (sad face.)
We will miss all of our family this year, but particularly our dear grandkids: Isabella, Georgia and James.
We still have Charlie with us, with visions of sugarplums (or big juicy bones) dancing in his head as he naps on the couch. lol
We will be missing all of those family traditions, including having Santa keeping watch beside our tree. He’s been there for over 60 years! BTW, I recently saw a documentary on the Oracle of Omaha, Warren Buffet. Film footage from his 1950s family Christmas showed the exact same Santa in the background. Makes me wonder about the history. I know Buffet was invested in Coca Cola. Was this a Coke Santa??

Anyway, I hope everyone can have yourselves a very little Christmas this year! Wear your masks & keep safe!

Wish we were as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who were dear to us
Could gather near to us once more.

Cheers!

Christmas Cheer!

If you have read the last couple of entries, you will have noticed my curmudgeon mood for the past month. The incessant rain has for now apparently ceased for a while, but the dark days are still with us for a few more weeks. (I haven’t felt the sun on my face for over a month now.) I have a telephone consultation booked with my rheumatologist in hopes of adjusting my meds. But in the meantime I am not used to this painful limited range of motion. With the coronavirus continuing to spread around the world, we are all having to get used to a more limited range of motion, so I shouldn’t complain…

Charlie says “hang in there”!

Betty & I will miss getting together with our family in Winnipeg for Christmas. There are so many traditions we have taken for granted that will not occur this year – from many small and large family gatherings, to joining with the rest of an audience to stand as Handel’s “Hallelujah Chorus” is performed.

Some twinkle lights and garland brighten the long dark evenings.

As is her nature, Betty has worked hard to bring some Christmas cheer into our little home on wheels. Following are a few of her handicrafts:

There’s not really room for a Christmas tree in our motorhome, so Betty quilted one that lights up at night!
These colourful candles shouldn’t burn our house down.
Betty’s been busy knitting bright socks to keep our feet warm on these cooler days.

So we just have a few more weeks until the dark days are over (or should that be as Florence + the Machine sang – The Dog Days Are Over. lol).  Lighter days are to come, and vaccines for COVID-19 are on the horizon. My arthritis meds will be adjusted, and Betty & I will dance with Joy To The World! In the meantime, she is forcing me to watch every sappy Christmas movie on TV. Guess I can’t stay a curmudgeon forever!

“Away in a manger…”

Hope you can recognize the true gifts of peace and joy in this world, whatever your circumstances. For now, keep social distancing, wear your masks, but still have some wonderful Christmas cheer.

Our palm tree lights up our island get-away with festive brightness.

Cheers!