This diary period covers the months between
our return from our first travel to eastern Europe in the spring
of 2016, and our departure to Chile the following winter.
There's a small
selection of summer photos. Maddy from Belgium and
Mariana from Rio are there, and Arnd's old farmhouse which the
family has restored, me teaching Miranda to play the guitar, and
our family music jam in Camrose at Davin's house.
June 17th, 2016. We have just arrived
home from our European jaunt, Czech This
Out! Until that bit of travel we'd stayed home in
Toronto for two winters. We'd had to postpone our trip to
Argentina, Chile and Uruguay due to my small stroke and all the
follow-up medical attention that caused, plus the issue of
obtaining medical insurance coverage. We had to wait until
all questions about my physical condition were satisfactorily
answered. Last winter we stayed home voluntarily because it
was an El Niño winter. There was not much snow to shovel,
and there was lots of music to play with various groups, and we
knew we'd be traveling for six weeks of the following spring and
summer anyway.
I'm spending the morning writing up
my travel notes, since I couldn't do it on my tablet. A
tablet is useful for travel apps, and also small and lightweight
to carry, but is terrible for writing web pages and for sorting
and editing photos into some sort of album or slideshow.
August 14th. It has been a very
busy eight weeks since my last short diary entry. This week
we returned from two weeks in Alberta and B.C. to a smorgasbord of
chores, a veritable buffet table of obligations. Yard and
garden work has been the most pressing, but the climate has been
extreme. June provided only a third of the water it normally
does, and July marked the ninth straight month of record high
monthly average temperatures . Climate change is a
reality. Global warming is happening. The past two
months has been a remarkably constant period of heat and humidity
in Toronto, of the sort that we used to get for just a couple of
weeks in July. We have finally received some torrential
downpours (there was one in late July while we were in Europe)
which have given the gardens a good soak once again. My
sunflowers are ten feet tall, and there is a bumper crop of
tomatoes along with everything else my garden is producing.
It's far too much food to keep up with. We still have
produce in our freezer from last summer that we didn't consume
over the winter, and now we're freezing more. We're also
taking baskets of tomatoes to the yacht club and to our uke group,
to give away.
At the yacht club, we got the mast up when we
got home from Europe. We'd missed Sailpast, but we took a
resident of Newleaf and her companion out on the lake during an
annual event called Goodwill Day at our club. We took an
overnight cruise to Ashbridges Bay Yacht Club, walked up to Queen
St. that evening, and took in the Jazz Fest. We managed a
few guitar nights and uke nights, then went west to Camrose,
Comox, Mayerthorpe and Edmonton for two weeks, visiting family and
friends.
I got an email in the Edmonton airport
while waiting for our delayed flight back to Toronto on Aug 10th,
asking me to play a half hour gig for the kids for HYC's Family
Day on the 13th. Mike and Hope agreed to join me so we went
to their house for the evening on Friday, and worked out a
half-dozen tunes to play on Saturday afternoon. It went
extremely well, we were thanked profusely - as well we should have
been, given that we'd saved their bacon. I'd volunteered to
play six weeks earlier but had been left off the program and had
assumed they'd decided to go with just outdoor programming, which
was pretty obviously the case, but they hadn't bothered to
communicate anything to me one way or another. I guess they
panicked when they saw the weather report and the heavy rain
forecast for Saturday; hence the last minute email request.
We pulled it off for them, and we had fun
doing it. Playing and singing with Mike and Hope is always
enjoyable. Luckily they were both free and willing to do the
gig with me, and Deb made it a foursome. If they hadn't, it
would have been just Deb and me doing a duo. We had a good
selection of call-and-response, or repeat-after-me songs commonly
used at kids' summer camps. Mike's Banana Boat Song a la Harry
Belafonte was a great closer. We handed out rhythm toys for
that one, and had one little guy dancing in front of us "on
stage", which the house found uproarious.
I do wish the social committee at the
club would realize how long it takes to meet and rehearse, prep
charts, pack up and transport gear, set up, perform, tear down,
transport your gear back home and set it back up again in your
basement studio. The club is perfectly willing to honour
hours for members who are plumbers and other trades when they
donate hours and provide their own tools, but in spite of the
years of training and cost of becoming a musician, the work
experience, and the investment in equipment, musicians are not
considered the same way. Mike is a music professional with a
four year music degree and many years of experience in his field,
but that has no import for club organizers, who seem to think that
the musicians in their midst should all be delighted to work for
free and not even be granted hours - which don't cost the club a
penny. It reminds me of a common complaint from musicians
that they are so often invited to play somewhere in return "for
the exposure", and no other compensation, not even a meal or free
drinks at the bar. Our club does cough up some hours,
because I insist on it, every time; but generally in a begrudging
way. After discussion with the organizer, this time we
settled for less than half the hours we had actually contributed
to the event, just 2 1/2 hrs per person.
On July 1st we parked at Elizabeth's on Lee
Ave. and walked to Woodbine Park where we set up our camper
recliner chairs and sat directly under the fireworks show. I
spent ages creating my photo albums of our month in Europe, and
writing the travelogue. We had meals with Ian and Ursula,
Sol and Marj, and Moe and Jennifer. I played house league
tennis, and some early morning games with Dave Gracey, Bruce Ewing
and Colin. Lloyd and Esther came for a visit and stayed
overnight. I discovered that expensive Tilley clothes
purchased by older travelers eventually end up at the Salvation
Army and other thrift stores, so I bought some items that will
roll up tight and not take much space or weight, for a fraction of
their cost at the Tilley outlet - hand washable, wrinkle-free
shirts, trousers with inside pockets, water-repellent trousers
with zip off legs that become shorts that are also bathing suits,
very cool stuff. No checked baggage charges for me any
longer! And less to carry on my back while stumbling around
in other countries.
September 8th. This
evening Deb explained that two years ago we had seven days of
temperatures above 30 degrees. Last year we had
fourteen. This year we've had thirty-eight. I bet
we've had the tenth straight month of record heat, and the
forecast suggests that it'll stay warm right through October this
year. The Farmer's Almanac calculates that we're in for a
very cold winter, but I'm beginning to wonder if there hasn't been
some sort of tipping point reached in terms of climate
change. We finally got a bit more rain, though. June
had a 1/3rd of the usual amount and July was rather dry, but
yesterday we got a dump that half-filled my wheelbarrow, as also
happened in August while we were gone. Rainfall seems to
come less frequently yet in extreme rain events when it does.
In late August Aaron and his girlfriend
had dinner with us and with Lissy who was here at the same
time. He had interned with an IT company for the summer and
was just heading home to another year of school in Quito. We
connected with Moe and Jennifer, and hosted our youngest Helpx
helper so far, Madita ("Maddy") from Belgium. She is just
eighteen and doing a gap year after high school. She was a
great worker, thorough, and dedicated to living up to her end of
our agreement, in spite of her age. Deborah thoroughly
enjoyed having her around.
We had Sol, Geoff and Kym over, and
delivered Kym's belongings to her new student apartment downtown,
after which we had mango lassi with Mimi Kwok who has been running
educational programming on cruise ships for the past twelve
years. After I got home that day I wrote Punjab Pause, a
song that grew out of my frustration with being served "a three
dollar cup of insult" (a tea bag in hot water) when I'd been
promised traditional chai by the Indian waiter.
Ian and Ursula came for supper, Rod came to
visit, and we had Curry Night at O Dock - all part of the usual
round of annual events and regular visitors. We went to the
Bluffs Gallery for the Scarborough Arts Festival, which was a
pleasant experience. Deb took lots of photos of artists
competing in fast impressionist painting competitions. We
went to Elizabeth Bowes' 3rd annual house concert for our second
time. We got new glasses. Apart from that we continued
meeting for uke and guitar gatherings, and I continued to be
called out to play tennis twice a week. Maddy left to
experience a month in Montreal after thirteen days with us.
This past weekend we sailed to PCYC, five
hours into the afternoon sun, and I didn't put on sunscreen.
I really paid for it this time. I got quite a bad burn from
sun bouncing off the water, and blistered lips that are keeping me
away from my trumpet for more than a week, in spite of wearing my
hat, long sleeves and long trousers. But I enjoyed being
with the HYC gang, playing music two nights in a row, sleeping
aboard for three nights, eating a couple of meals in the PCYC
restaurant, and reading much more than I ever do at home.
Sadly, while we were gone someone stole
my brand new $30 tire pump out of the back of the car -
bummer. I discovered it missing when I tried to repair the
bicycle tires. I can't convince Deborah that the hatchback
door has to stay locked, yet she gets freaky if I don't lock the
front car door because someone has gone in and stolen a quarter
once before...so weird.
While in Port Credit we learned that
brother Rob is in hospital in Kingston, his back/neck pain having
grown past the point where he could ignore it and hope it would
eventually go away. The MRI couldn't indicate whether it is
a return of the cancer to his bone, or a degenerative bone disease
that will require an implant for him to be able to hold his head
up. He has been in pain for many months now. As I
write this he is waiting to undergo a biopsy tomorrow morning that
carries a risk of paralysis. I've tried to send him texts
but I'm not sure they're getting through.
This evening our next Workaway helper has
arrived, Carolina from Chile. She looks like a nice person
who will fit in well. She has experience running a hostel,
and experience as a Couchsurfer and host.
September 11th. Still
waiting to hear the results of Rob's biopsy. Our Chilean
helper Carolina is gone. She stayed only two days because
she discovered that the uncle that she thought lived in Ottawa
actually lives in Mississauga, and her mother wanted her to go and
stay with her uncle as long as she is in the city.
Oct 23rd. Fall musical activities have
started up again: swing band, and jazz combo. Our weekly
guitar circle and uke choir had continued through the
summer. We attended a Dia de los Muertos party at HYC.
We took Chris and Ian for an afternoon sail followed by a BBQ at
Ian's. We had Thanksgiving/birthday dinner with Sol, Kym and
her boyfriend Tiger. Sol completed the dulcimer I'd given
him the fretboard for, and is putting the final touches on a
second one for which he is constructing his own neck and fret
board. We've done things like trimming cedars and the final
lawn mowing for the year, and we've begun taking the garden apart
and building the winter compost pile, with the help of Mariana,
our current Workaway guest from Brazil. She's in Montreal
this weekend and has met our previous helper Madita who is working
there right now with a video game company, and Sam Bennett, Sheila
Brand's son who also works there as a chef. While she was
gone, I did my six hour shift on the tow boat for haul-out
yesterday. This morning the crane lifted our own sailboat
out onto its cradle.
Rob's biopsy was inconclusive, and
returning him home was not successful. He was starving
himself. He's back in hospital but the news has been
slightly positive. They're putting food into him and getting
him to exercise a bit, so we're hopeful that he is in recovery
mode.
The end of sailing season is a process of
several distinct steps, each involving a separate trip down to the
club during the best October weather windows the week will
allow:
1. We take our last sail, then we loosen the
shrouds and remove the boom and mainsail.
2. We lift the mast off at the mast crane,
secure the shrouds and stays with ropes and store it on the mast
rack for the winter.
3. I do my shift with the haul-out work crews,
lifting out the first 45 or so boats, while Deb helps to run the
Regalia sales tables.
4. We have our own sailboat lifted and placed
on our cradle for the winter early the next morning.
5. After the crane truck has left the property
we return to our boat with a ladder and we remove the motor, gas
tank and other items, add plumbing antifreeze to the system, and
tie tarps over the cabin and front hatch, lacing them down back
and forth across to the toe rail to keep them from lifting in
winter storms.
6. We bring the motor home, fog it for winter
storage, and place it in a basement back room so that any possible
water in the leg won't freeze and cause damage. We usually
wait until spring to service the motor with fresh motor oil and
filter, and gear oil in the leg, and fresh plugs if they're
needed. We pick up fresh ethanol-free gas before returning
the outboard to service on the boat.
These steps happen this week, so between
that and the garden and our musical activities, it is a busy time
of year. After we're through this bottleneck of essential
chores, we'll relax a bit and return our focus to the downsizing
process in our house and shed, and taking the garden apart.
We'll pull all our veggie plants and build a compost pile.
We'll dig up cana and calla bulbs, and bring some plants
inside. We'll obtain visas for winter travel, and renew
connections for our cold weather escape.
On the creative side of things, I've
restored two more guitars, bringing the total now to three; and
I've written three songs, and a couple of poems and short
stories.
Speaking of guitars, since deciding to
learn guitar five years ago I've become fairly serious about it
within the past two years, and with Sol's help, we now have a
total of nine stringed instruments in our house, plus three more
being stored for a friend. The list includes a dulcimer, two
banjos, an electric guitar, acoustic steel and nylon string
guitars; and there are four more instruments at Sol's which will
find their way to our house eventually. One is slated for
deliver this coming Tuesday, a sort of hybrid concert/baritone
size uke for Deborah which I will have to tweak a bit but I'm
optimistic that she'll be able to use it. There's also a
second dulcimer and a couple of electric guitars, one that he is
making and another that he bought as a model. That would
make a total of sixteen. Things may be getting a little out
of hand. People who have too many instruments like this are
accused of having GAS ("guitar acquisition syndrome").
Nov 21st. We've had cold
days. Our garden has gradually withered and died except for
the astonishing dinosaur kale and swiss chard. The
temperature plummeted yesterday. We knew we had to pick our
final raspberries, so we had them in yoghurt for dessert.
The carrots are below surface but the tops would have died, so I
pulled the rest of them out. Everything is delicious.
Somehow sugars and flavours are concentrated in plants when the
cold weather arrives, which is the reason we're told not to
harvest turnips before the first frost. Today we awoke to a
white expanse in the back yard, looking out our bedroom
window. All our windows and storm windows are firmly closed,
and the furnace is running. Last Christmas Ursula gave us a
little poinsettia, and I re-potted it and maintained it through
the summer; now it is a small bush, and sporting its first robust
deep red leaves.
Our sailboat came out the morning of my last
entry. It was #90 on the list, and they started with #77 at
daybreak. The weather remained amazingly warm and I played
tennis outdoors and indoors. Sometimes we played indoors
even when it was 18 degrees outside, which seems silly but the
guys had purchased their winter memberships in the bubble at
Cassandra. Mariana enjoyed Hallowe'en decorations and took
some good photos, but didn't get to shell out with us because she
had to fly back to Brazil on the 26th. We attended the
Commodore's Ball, and took Alan and Lorraine Hachey with us.
Alan is the brother of Deb's favourite fitness instructor, Lauren
Hachey. Sheila Brand's dinner party was fun.
The Suzuki, twelve years old, failed its Drive
Clean test - it has a large evaporative emissions system leak
somewhere. Jim Sawada bought an OBD code reader and I
learned to use it. Now I have to take the car for a smoke
test to find the leak and stop it. I'd construct my own
tester and do it in the driveway to avoid the $100 cost, but it's
gotten too darn cold. I also have to do a little copper
soldering to bypass the failing mixing valve on our hot water
tank. We decided to buy it out, having paid far too much in
rental over a number of years to a company that disavows
responsibility for the mixing valve that they installed.
Enercare is a good investment, but provides lousy service to
clients - perhaps that's why it is profitable for us as an
investment.
We had dinner with our retired dentist Richard
and his wife Isabel, who is an adventurous cook. She has
taken classes in many kinds of cuisine. She served us five
things that I'd never had before in all my travels - and I love to
try every local dish I can when I travel - from ingredients she'd
either grown or made herself. With an eye for my cautious
approach to sugars, she created an appetizer of gravlax on sheep
milk yogurt on cucumber slices, a soup of Jerusalem artichoke (and
she gave me some to plant), a Moroccan "tagine with green olives
and preserved lemon", russet apple slices on filo with vanilla,
and homemade goat cheese and honey ice cream.
We went to Rodney's Annual Musicians Party this
past Saturday. It was the best living room jam party I've
been to for a donkey's age. We played and sang for five
hours straight, with excellent musicians. Campfires, kitchen
parties and living room jams remain my favourite venues for
musical performance and participation, although my weekly guitar
circle with a projector and screen is great fun, and we never miss
our small group of friends in the uke choir where we use tablets
and wifi. Modern technology has provided a huge assist to
recreational musical pursuits.
Dec 22nd. Winter arrived a
little ahead of schedule this year. We were warned that it
wouldn't be a warm one - although there's been a warming respite
that should last through the Christmas fortnight. We've been
busy with musical activities and a bit of snow shoveling this
month. Last night a group of us sat by the fireplace at the
yacht club to play and sing Christmas songs for club members
gathered for a darts social with a long table of food, mostly
Christmas baking. There were twenty at the dart boards, and
thirty more chatting, singing along with us and making requests.
Earlier in the month we had dinner with
the Sortwells, who've invited us to their house for dinner on
Christmas day, and with many other friends. The uke and
guitar groups continue unabated through the Christmas
season. One Sunday we attended friend Elizabeth's jewelry
sale, at which she'd convinced her son Julian to play jazz on his
upright bass with his friend Luan on guitar. I sat in a bit,
did a few trumpet leads, and sat in an armchair right in front of
the two of them enjoying my own private concert. The swing
band played its last rehearsal for the season. The Friday
night jazz combo had a final session, and I played out a couple of
times at a local pub, doing a "karaoke jazz jam" employing
band-in-a-box backing tracks. I took my friend Shraddha the
second time I went. She sang three latin tunes, Desafinado,
Girl From Ipanema, and One Note Samba, and I did Blue Skies and a
few other tunes with the organizer. Eight of us from the
guitar circle went to see Rosie and the Riveters at Hugh's Room;
we had charted and played Ain't Gonna Bother Me a year ago and it
has been one of our favourites to play together. Last week
Deb and I joined Renée and her friends once again to play
Christmas songs at a local food kitchen and Women's shelter.
We went to lunch with Sol to celebrate
his 94th birthday. He's still hale and hearty, and
thoroughly independent. He has made two dulcimers, a couple
of banjos and a ukulele for Deborah, and is now attempting to
craft an electric guitar.
The Suzuki failed its Drive Clean test -
something to do with a charcoal canister near the right rear wheel
well, we believe - but managed to obtain a conditional pass for
two more years. I'm hopeful that by the time it needs to be
replaced we'll be able to sign on with a driver-less shared car
service, some sort of hybrid system between Zipcar and a
driver-less Uber, completely controlled by an online dispatch
system, and with electric cars. That may still be many years
off, though.
I stumbled into volunteering on the
tennis club executive yet again, this time as v.p. to support Meg
who became president basically by default. No-one else would
volunteer and we all know she's the most competent at that
role. So now I have a few extra chores on my plate from time
to time.
My brother Rob is still in hospital in
Perth. His long and slow recovery from a serious health
crisis is apparently well underway, and he will be allowed to
spend twenty hours over Christmas Eve until Christmas morning with
Cynthia at a hotel and spa near the hospital in Perth. Deb
and I have decided that we will drive up and book a room beside
his to surprise them.
The rest of my family are all healthy and
happy. We maintain our connections largely through email and
Facebook nowadays.
Merry Christmas to any and all who read
this.
Dec 30th: we're off to Santiago, will arrive
there on New Year's Eve, and the trip diary will be here.