I live alone with my preschooler in an off-grid cabin on a remote island off the coast of British Columbia.
"Don't wish me happiness I don't expect to be happy all the time....It's gotten beyond that somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor. I will need them all." Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Friday, 6 February 2015
A long way's home
The previous trip to town I pulled the top muscles in one foot after putting on a pair of wool socks over my cotton tights. I knew that my feet would get cold in just the tights in my rubber boots so I thought this would rectify the problem. Unfortunately by the time I got to my truck on the mainland and removed the offending socks the damage was done. I decided I wasn't going to make this mistake again so I bought leggings in town. Once the shopping was done and we were finally back on the island I had to make three trips from the wharf with the wheelbarrow to bring everything home. Part of the time I packed my toddler in a backpack. It was dark before I got it done and I had to stash two loads part ways home. All of this is normal although this time I had an extra trip. The following morning I went back and got the remaining totes. After that I spent the next three days inside resting my foot. The stack of chopped, dry wood on my back deck never looked so beautiful. The trip I made to town this week I wore my skirt, leggings and hand knit wool socks in my Baffin rubber boots and my feet were toasty warm. I had learned the lesson the hard way. Since I was feeling comfortable my memory of the day is more pleasant and I enjoyed watching the interplay of light on the still water and the rolling waves of fog shifting across the sea scape. As we went in and out of stores the rain was like mist and settled on us like shower spray. In this picture it is late afternoon and we are approaching the island in the boat. From the time I leave the cabin until the time I'm standing in Walmart is 1.5 hrs. The return trip is much longer and so it is a long way's home.