Sunday, January 29, 2012

Going Solo

It’s not a dramatic lifestyle change, but we have decided to try having only one car. It’s a fine idea and makes absolute sense from every direction: less money, less environmental impact, more room in our new smaller garage. Since we bought the townhouse I have been saying we need a shorter second car and we've spent some time cruising parking lots and test driving cars that are less than 14 feet in length. But I couldn't commit and perhaps 90% of the time one car was sitting idle so, really, did we need two?
The sticking point is that it was my beloved car that had to go. Mine was a 2002 Subaru Outback Limited with all the bells and whistles in a metallic black finish. But it is ten years old and has 160,000kms on the clock compared to Jim’s 2008 Subaru Tribeca with 60,000kms. I have a long history of loving my cars and hanging on to them long enough that they are friends. There was a 1982 Ford wagon that gave me a lot of grief, and whenever I said “I love this car”, my carpool buddy answered, “and the car tests your love every day”. There was a 1972, orange and tiny, Toyota Corolla that took me over the Airline Route in Maine on only 2 cylinders and from which a wheel fell off on I95. A notable exception to my love affair with my cars was a Honda Accord, the precursor to the Outback, which was a nice enough car but truly boring. I hate trading my cars to a soulless dealer where they sit, abandoned, waiting for a new owner (except for the Honda for which I cared nought). I suppose my cars have been a symbol of independence and freedom; freedom of the road, not having to answer to anyone for my whereabouts. Teenager feelings which probably weren’t relevant when I was a teenager and certainly aren’t now.
I am a great one to stall if I don’t like a project but eventually I get on with it. I had my car ‘detailed’ on January 6, borrowed a proper car cover (I’ll get it back to you soon Kaye!) to keep it clean assuming it would take a couple of weeks to sell, listed it on Used Victoria and Craig’s list on January 8, and waved goodbye to it on January 9. The new owner, Matt, loves Subarus, is a surfer, has a young family, and does environmental impact assessments so needs to be able to get to some obscure places. He gave up a perfect surf day when he saw my ad because he recognized a good deal. When he was faced, in our living room, by the competition who had come from Pender Island to look at the car he asked “what will it take to close this deal right now?” So we did and it all happened so fast I didn’t really have time to feel sad.


The Tribeca is a nice car only it’s burly and with 6 cylinders it sucks down gas. It’s a big workhorse of a vehicle, not as fun to drive and not as easy to park and it’s also a bit too tall for me to easily get the kayak on and off the roof. But we are going south in a couple of weeks and it is perfect on a long highway haul.
Meanwhile we’ve got some money stashed away if this one-car experiment doesn’t work out. 

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Do we ever “grow out of” vanity?

I grew up spending a lot of time outdoors. Summers were spent at the cottage, mostly on the shore or in a boat, with no thought of sun screen. Winters we skated, tobogganed, built snow forts, also with no sunscreen. From about age 15 to 40 I liked to have a tan. So I worked at it. I didn't go so far as to put iodine in baby oil and literally fry myself but I got some pretty good burns over the years. And you know all that exposure made an impact on my face.
I think I am quite plain, a plain Jean, to mix the letters slightly.  My face is long, chin ‘strong’, eyes too closely set, nose noticeable, forehead not so much.  I often feel invisible and often seemingly am, as people run into me or cut me off or take my place in line without apparently being aware that I am already in the space they think is theirs. And that was before my hair turned gray and I became completely irrelevant as well as imvisible.
I am entirely at home not standing out. I wear normal clothes, have a normal haircut, and generally keep a low profile; except right now.
A couple of weeks ago I started putting Efudex on my nose and forehead to burn off some of the sun-damaged cells. It’s a great product, because it only attacks bad cells and leaves the healthy ones alone, but it’s not a fun process. My forehead is a mass of spots, kind of chicken pox-y looking, but my nose is a mess. It is bright red, a bit scabby, and sort of peeling. It itches and stings and sometimes it actually throbs. I’m sure it glows in the dark, like neon.
I’m also pretty sure that people are staring at me wondering if I have something contagious. I live in the surety that I make virtually no mark on the world and that, really, only a few people care that I exist. But right now I think maybe the stranger in the theatre doesn’t really want to sit next to me or experiences a small frisson of revulsion at the sight of my poor proboscis. And that makes me a bit uncomfortable.  
Is it even vanity; or is it insecurity or self consciousness?
It’s a little off season but just call me Rudolph. 

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Honour Bound

My last post was pretty smug, which is where honour comes into the equation. Today we are having a real Canadian snow storm in Victoria and I feel honour bound to report it. We were supposed to get about 5cm of snow and already there is a LOT more than that on the ground. It was about -3C this morning and the temperature is supposed to go down to -6/7 as the day progresses and not much better tomorrow. I'm crabby about it.
I could report that it's not that bad and we are out and about without any difficulty but in reality we aren't even interested in going out. I could also report that today is Jim's regular golf day and that's not happening, that schools are closed, and that my book club meeting is cancelled. I could also say that hearing that Fort St. John was going to be -50 today gave us a pretty good warning of what to expect here.



Here's the question: Is my need to report this weather aberration honour, fairness, or a preemptive strike against those who want me to eat crow?

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Not everyone will love this post

And those would be the people who are buried in snow and ice by now, wherever they are. No matter how much you loved Nova Scotia, Fraser, and no matter how mild it may have been until now, it doesn't look like this on January 1st. I'm not deliberately trying to annoy people but sometimes it can't be helped. They'll call and laugh and offer to send us shovels if we get some snow; they always do.  

Today we did obligatory Victoria New Year's Day get-the-heck-out-of-the-house-and-breathe by going to Beacon Hill Park, and this is what we saw:

yes, roses

and rohodendrons

and attitude

and mountains

and pansies

and mahonia

seriously, it's a hydrangea blooming

cyclamen

maybe next year's Xmas card

bridges and lakes

big trees

berries

and more berries
Happy New Year all. May 2012 deal you cards you can play.