26 September 2010
Memorable Views
26/09/10 07:13
There are some sights that will stay, burned into your minds eye. Sights that you don't expect, or even want but suddenly they are there. Like the time we were at a Minnesota Game when Goldie tripped on the stairs. His head came off and went bouncing down the stairs all the way to the edge of the basketball court. We'll never forget the sight of the poor, mortified kid frantically dashing after his secret identity. That was the kind of sight we encountered yesterday.
Oh the day started ordinarily enough. We went over to Barbara's for breakfast, waffles, fruit, bacon and such. A veritable feast and we ate until we couldn't move. She's a very good cook. Then we got up and went out to some sales. The Heritage Church was having their fall rummage sale. We found a few things. Then we went to an estate sale where we found a few more things including a beautiful walnut wardrobe we got for $75. It's almost an antique (do the '70s count as an antique yet?) and in perfect condition. We're going to use it for a bookcase for our oversized books and the two drawers at the bottom are an added bonus. The only thing was that we were going to need the truck to bring the wardrobe home. We took Barbara back to her place planning to then set out to get the truck.
In Barbara's living room we found Mike. He was dressed from the chest down in (very) skin tight neoprene rubber, from the tips of his toes to the top of his chest, (the front was of course straining to contain his stomach). A sea of flat black rippling latex. One velcro shoulder strap was undone. He was beaming and his first words were, "These are so warm I don't even have to wear pants".
There is nothing that could have prepared us for this.
The sight of a 60 year old chubby guy so bloody pleased about rubber pants was a shock to say the least. It turned out they were his new fishing waders. Apparently I missed a memo and the old green rubberized canvas waders with the boots attached to the legs are history. Now waders have more in common with a skin diving dry-suit then Red-Green. Whatever the reason, Mike was chattering about how he'd gotten these half off and they included the boots too, heavy hiking boots with half inch thick soles of white felt "so i won't slip when I step on the slime".
The whole situation had gotten quite surreal. But just when it couldn't get any worse Mike walked over to me turned around and said "Ya wanna hitch me up a bit?"
"What?"
"You hold the back and I'll jump up and down to get it all the way on."
I complied after I helped him Mike looked like the Pillsbury Doughboy being eaten by a giant black snake. Amazingly enough though, this wasn't the end of it.
Just then Barbara asked Mike if he wanted some breakfast. He said sure, "As soon as I change". He then proceeded to peel off the waders and put his pants back on right there in the living room while he talked to us about the great deal he'd gotten.
Now I understand he was happy to get the waders, they were normally $300 plus the boots and he got them for $150 including the boots. I understand we are all family. Really I try to roll with the punches. But, seriously dude, early Saturday morning is not the time to spring this on an unsuspecting public. I may never sleep again.
Doug & Marsha
Pix:
I loved this shot. There is this oak tree at Pacific Shores growing along the water. The bank eroded away and the tree tipped into the stream but it won't surrender. A couple of branches are holding it up and the rest of the tree is still making leaves and acorns. I made a poster out of it. I've got this in a larger size if anyone wants it.
Fall is a time of amazing colour. One morning the sunrise was a bright rose colour. Out my window the white pampas grass picked up the colour and turned all sorts of shades of yellow and orange. It was very pretty against the blue reflected sky.
Another picture from Pacific Shores
The rest of these pictures were taken this morning down at the beach in Lantzville. We've been having lots of rain recently resulting in heavy fog this morning.
Oh the day started ordinarily enough. We went over to Barbara's for breakfast, waffles, fruit, bacon and such. A veritable feast and we ate until we couldn't move. She's a very good cook. Then we got up and went out to some sales. The Heritage Church was having their fall rummage sale. We found a few things. Then we went to an estate sale where we found a few more things including a beautiful walnut wardrobe we got for $75. It's almost an antique (do the '70s count as an antique yet?) and in perfect condition. We're going to use it for a bookcase for our oversized books and the two drawers at the bottom are an added bonus. The only thing was that we were going to need the truck to bring the wardrobe home. We took Barbara back to her place planning to then set out to get the truck.
In Barbara's living room we found Mike. He was dressed from the chest down in (very) skin tight neoprene rubber, from the tips of his toes to the top of his chest, (the front was of course straining to contain his stomach). A sea of flat black rippling latex. One velcro shoulder strap was undone. He was beaming and his first words were, "These are so warm I don't even have to wear pants".
There is nothing that could have prepared us for this.
The sight of a 60 year old chubby guy so bloody pleased about rubber pants was a shock to say the least. It turned out they were his new fishing waders. Apparently I missed a memo and the old green rubberized canvas waders with the boots attached to the legs are history. Now waders have more in common with a skin diving dry-suit then Red-Green. Whatever the reason, Mike was chattering about how he'd gotten these half off and they included the boots too, heavy hiking boots with half inch thick soles of white felt "so i won't slip when I step on the slime".
The whole situation had gotten quite surreal. But just when it couldn't get any worse Mike walked over to me turned around and said "Ya wanna hitch me up a bit?"
"What?"
"You hold the back and I'll jump up and down to get it all the way on."
I complied after I helped him Mike looked like the Pillsbury Doughboy being eaten by a giant black snake. Amazingly enough though, this wasn't the end of it.
Just then Barbara asked Mike if he wanted some breakfast. He said sure, "As soon as I change". He then proceeded to peel off the waders and put his pants back on right there in the living room while he talked to us about the great deal he'd gotten.
Now I understand he was happy to get the waders, they were normally $300 plus the boots and he got them for $150 including the boots. I understand we are all family. Really I try to roll with the punches. But, seriously dude, early Saturday morning is not the time to spring this on an unsuspecting public. I may never sleep again.
Doug & Marsha
Pix:
I loved this shot. There is this oak tree at Pacific Shores growing along the water. The bank eroded away and the tree tipped into the stream but it won't surrender. A couple of branches are holding it up and the rest of the tree is still making leaves and acorns. I made a poster out of it. I've got this in a larger size if anyone wants it.
Fall is a time of amazing colour. One morning the sunrise was a bright rose colour. Out my window the white pampas grass picked up the colour and turned all sorts of shades of yellow and orange. It was very pretty against the blue reflected sky.
Another picture from Pacific Shores
The rest of these pictures were taken this morning down at the beach in Lantzville. We've been having lots of rain recently resulting in heavy fog this morning.