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November 7, 2008: Summer 2008 Update from Sharon on Lucky – Part Two

“Real life” presented itself in the form of piles of mail and little maple trees growing in the eavestroughs. I did my taxes and Megan gave me back Mom’s banking to do.

I helped less than my share with the emptying if my parents’ house, and the sorting through the accumulated history and junk, laced with a few treasures.

There were doctor’s appointments with Mom and Dad, and many visits to the retirement home. Dad walked with more difficulty and saw less; Mom wasn’t sure if I was her daughter or sister.

There was a new set of perfect twin grand-nieces, making nine grands in all, and two more were born over the summer. They are all perfectly wonderful, of course, and fun. There were all of the usual family gatherings.

The Scrabble and Book Clubs had carried on without me, although the Scrabblers drank a lot now, and looked up words.

Boat enquiries trickled in,  and a few people came to look. I kept lowering the price as the economy slid down. But My Detour still sits in my driveway, saying “Clean me; varnish my wood, take me sailing!”

I planted a border of bushes around the house. And took a carload of bushes to Richard’s family’s house to plant. And helped with the landscaping of Virginia’s house.

Virginia and I took our usual little week-long south-central Ontario road trip, and visited old friends. I visited Richard and he visited me, and we both got to know each others’ families better. We hiked and rode our bikes. We planned a camping trip in the van for August. Richard constructed a little place on top of the van for his 9-year-old grandson Colin to sleep when he came with us. I had complained often about our little plastic night bucket with sharp edges, so Richard installed a portapotty just for me

In July, brother Bill and I enjoyed a creative writing course together, and I went back for an art therapy course on Monday, July 21..

But that night, the summer took a sharp turn, and, for a while, it seemed that Richard and I had stepped into a different dimension. More later.

Looking Forward to Going South to Lucky Soon

It always surprises me how eager I am to head south, after how happy I was to get off the boat in the spring. Each half of the year is wonderful, and makes me appreciate the other one more.

By May 2, Richard finished grinding down the hull and we put some sunscreen netting over the boat, which we think may be better than the tarp, as it lets air through.

On May 5, Lucky got moved to storage, and we were on our way north.

This year, we took our time and camped in the van. With the back open and the netting in, we could lie in the trees, looking out at water and listening to night noises. Much nicer than a motel! One night we “stealth” camped, parking near a boat ramp in Beaufort, NC, and visiting a friend who restores Trumpys – another story, it will be in the book.

The van stopped twice, starved of fuel, and Richard had to lay underneath and clean the fuel filter. Later the fuel hose came off when a clamp rusted through, and Richard went underneath again. He has spare gas, and a good assortment of spare parts and tools, and a little mat he can lay on.

We wandered through the mountains, with breathtaking views at every turn (breast-taking, Richard called them, so I hung on to mine). The power-steering fluid had leaked out, so the steering was difficult, and I let Richard do it.

I became a senior citizen as we were navigating through the mountains. I don’t feel senior, but Richard said I’m very forgetful.

The van started making a deep rattle in the area of the rear passenger wheel. More transmission oil helped but after a couple of days the rattle became a loud knocking, and we looked for a Volkswagen place twenty miles back the road in Johnstown.. The shiny new garage couldn’t fix it and had to refer us to an old guy outside town, who had a yard full of old Volkswagens. The old guy got the parts, Richard did all the work, and I got to spend a spa day at the motel.

When Richard came back at the end of the day, oily, dirty and hurting from laying under the van again all day, I asked him whether he’d rather have sex or a massage. He picked the massage.

On May 15, I was back home, after picking up my car in Hamilton, and leading Richard out of Hamilton and up to Guelph. I was alone for the first time since Boxing Day, and it felt odd but nice. To be continued.