Moving in, still
We’ve been here a couple of days now. The deer heads that preside calmly over our meals and activities haven’t become any less noticeable. Before I enter a room I try and remember whether it is deer-free or not, and brace myself before going in. I try to avoid eye contact with the Former Happy Camper as much as possible, and therefore my setting-up- house mostly involved scurrying from one room to the next staring at my feet. I have now bumped into three closed doors and upset one hanging plant, at which mother snapped and told me to stop overreacting. I would have told her that I was just an agent of the Flow of Things that wanted her potted plant broken, if it wasn’t her precious geranium that I had impaled.
My rendition of the Former Happy Camper in our living room
I skyped the new address to some friends yesterday. Aubrey and I skyped again this morning and she happily announced that she had just been to the post office to send me a housewarming card and it should arrive in Gibsons shortly.
Me: Gibsons?
Aubrey: Yeah, Gibsons. You live in Gibsons, right?
Aubrey seemed to forget that no, I didn’t live in Gibsons, which has nothing to do with Gibson Guitars, but to add insult to injury, I live in Robert’s Creek. I think she’s in denial. I don’t blame her. Robert’s Creek sounds like an obscure little off-radar place surrounded by a density of forest where nefarious criminals enjoy free reign and strange murder mysteries never get solved and people don’t talk about them anymore and don’t dare leave their houses after 6 p.m. Like the scenic getaway of bad horror movies that is actually more of a murder capital. I know all I’ve seen of Robert’s Creek is our gravelly driveway and the small porch, so I shouldn’t jump to conclusions, but what am I supposed to think of a town that stuffs deer heads for fun? Not sure if the previous inhabitant of this house was all there, if you know what I mean.
Tomorrow Mother, Garth, The Child and I are off to see what we can of this . . . Creek. I wonder if it qualifies as a real town. Do towns that don’t meet town requirements end up as Creeks? Back tomorrow, with more news.
I miss Vancouver.
Shea
Hi there. Welcome to Gibsons and/or Roberts creek. All the way from huge metropolis Vancouver, wow , culture shock. I can’t quite tell what you’re up to and like to do but thought I’d share with you an artist network that we’re trying to build here in case you’re interested. http://www.sunshinecoastartists.org/index.htm. Check us out and hope it helps. Cheerio! Paula
Hey, thanks, Paula! I don’t really know what I’m up to either haha. I started getting all over social platforms to keep in touch with my friends in Vancouver, but it’s actually turned out to be pretty fun! I like photography, drawing/painting, film, music – everything to do with the arts! Thanks for the great link! There are so many artists here! And you know…Gibsons really isn’t all that bad