"No no noDon't it always seem to go,That you don't know what you've gotTil it's gone"
- Joni Mitchell
- Joni Mitchell
It is the first day of spring today. Feeling the sap running I headed to the "big island".
Waiting in Fulford Harbour, our quaint island ferry terminal, I was astounded and then alternately alarmed. Our first electronic digital bill board glowed. When did that happen? There in the morning predawn with Venus twinkling over Mount Tuam I was reminded of vacation packages only offered by BC Ferries - flashing, rotating, an alternating dipsy doodle of text, smallish mind you, but there it was just the same, an encroachment upon quaintness. I was struggling with processing my resentment. After briefly contemplating moving to another island and thinking clearly we were paying too much in ferry fares, I made my way forward.
Leaving this small gulf island always requires a genius mastermind with the to-do list and the timing for the return ferry. There I was minding my own business in Cowichan in a grocery store when BANG!!! - someone had driven through the wall. Making a wild-eyed careen with my shopping cart towards my car as sirens pierced the air and ambulance attendants formed a protective huddle, a woman whispered to me that the driver had had a heart attack. A brief look at the car, which was mildly dented and the gape in the store wall, told me that the vehicle at least had probably not contributed further damage to this poor woman's woes. Happily, I made a ferry I should have missed as it was running late. One doesn't want to become another Emily Dickinson and never leave the property but at times it is tempting. I am gratefully returned to my sanctuary among the trees.