Updates...what a week!
If you're curious about the lawerying and logistics, it went well.
Since the last update, we spent a weekend in town which included Chinese buffet, hanging out at Carl & Pica's house...possibly our last chance see folks soon migrating off to winter locales, talked about our possible future free truck (which is looking more likely.....old Datsun), two breakfasts and a dinner with M.'s family, a lesson in seaweed art from M.'s visiting New Zealand uncle, the usual round of errands......and ended Monday after meeting a lawyer to get the contract drawn up. We've since gotten that and sent it on to the seller(s) and talked about a few small changes. We expect it will be signed and official very soon.
We've also had a dinner party on Wednesday for the hairdresser and his new gentleman friend and two friends of ours who were here to meet the boss-man about possibly taking over our gig here on the small island. It was gentleman friend's birthday and there was fabulous German style blueberry cheesecake in addition to chicken from the farm on Mayne, local potatoes and green beans from M.'s ma's garden.
I have also made blackberry jam and blueberry jam and blueberry preserves and blackberry preserves and have just finished with a batch of lemon-rosehip. It tastes a bit like cough drops to me. Perhaps M. will like it. Not nasty cough drops, the tasty kind. Also, it should be a good scurvy preventative. If you are suffering from scurvy, please let me know.
Figs are next.
Yesterday was local island errands: thrift shop, farmer's market, recycling, a yard sale, the market and the annual Garden Club show and sale. For about twenty dollars, I acquired four lemons, a half gallon of milk, a lovely loaf of bread, a fancy-name long sleeved linen shirt for gardening, many assorted cards and postcards for correspondence, a bag of assorted cotton yarn and embroidery floss, a bag full of assorted fabric, an electric five tray dehydrator (apple chips?), several ounces of local wildflower seed, a pale blue crested iris plant, and a champagne pink currant bush which is supposed to be an abundant producer. I should probably wait until the contract is signed before I start buying plants for the garden, shouldn't I?
I have also started packing. There will be much jam to carry down the hill. If you want to help carry jam when the time comes, you can also carry some home with you.
I will miss our local errand round. Meanwhile, I am attempting to develop my local contacts in a way that will occasionally bring us over to Galiano in fiscally positive ways. I took a few more bags into the shop that's carrying them and talked to the produce fella at the market who suggested that I can sell them some of our possible, abundant, future fruit. So, yay!
We are still anxious about all this coming change but it's feeling and sounding so overwhelmingly positive. One still worries that the proverbial other shoe will drop.... And M.'s still stressed about finalizing the financing and whatnot. Excitement and worry. A friend said that buying property is like a rollercoaster. M. replied that yes....they both make his neck hurt. He's off on an afternoon hike to relax a bit.
At dark o'clock, we have a date to eat the first borscht of the season. Then, tomorrow morning, I think I have to go and have a goat milking lesson two islands over.
And a best of Borscht Season to you!
Since the last update, we spent a weekend in town which included Chinese buffet, hanging out at Carl & Pica's house...possibly our last chance see folks soon migrating off to winter locales, talked about our possible future free truck (which is looking more likely.....old Datsun), two breakfasts and a dinner with M.'s family, a lesson in seaweed art from M.'s visiting New Zealand uncle, the usual round of errands......and ended Monday after meeting a lawyer to get the contract drawn up. We've since gotten that and sent it on to the seller(s) and talked about a few small changes. We expect it will be signed and official very soon.
We've also had a dinner party on Wednesday for the hairdresser and his new gentleman friend and two friends of ours who were here to meet the boss-man about possibly taking over our gig here on the small island. It was gentleman friend's birthday and there was fabulous German style blueberry cheesecake in addition to chicken from the farm on Mayne, local potatoes and green beans from M.'s ma's garden.
I have also made blackberry jam and blueberry jam and blueberry preserves and blackberry preserves and have just finished with a batch of lemon-rosehip. It tastes a bit like cough drops to me. Perhaps M. will like it. Not nasty cough drops, the tasty kind. Also, it should be a good scurvy preventative. If you are suffering from scurvy, please let me know.
Figs are next.
Yesterday was local island errands: thrift shop, farmer's market, recycling, a yard sale, the market and the annual Garden Club show and sale. For about twenty dollars, I acquired four lemons, a half gallon of milk, a lovely loaf of bread, a fancy-name long sleeved linen shirt for gardening, many assorted cards and postcards for correspondence, a bag of assorted cotton yarn and embroidery floss, a bag full of assorted fabric, an electric five tray dehydrator (apple chips?), several ounces of local wildflower seed, a pale blue crested iris plant, and a champagne pink currant bush which is supposed to be an abundant producer. I should probably wait until the contract is signed before I start buying plants for the garden, shouldn't I?
I have also started packing. There will be much jam to carry down the hill. If you want to help carry jam when the time comes, you can also carry some home with you.
I will miss our local errand round. Meanwhile, I am attempting to develop my local contacts in a way that will occasionally bring us over to Galiano in fiscally positive ways. I took a few more bags into the shop that's carrying them and talked to the produce fella at the market who suggested that I can sell them some of our possible, abundant, future fruit. So, yay!
We are still anxious about all this coming change but it's feeling and sounding so overwhelmingly positive. One still worries that the proverbial other shoe will drop.... And M.'s still stressed about finalizing the financing and whatnot. Excitement and worry. A friend said that buying property is like a rollercoaster. M. replied that yes....they both make his neck hurt. He's off on an afternoon hike to relax a bit.
At dark o'clock, we have a date to eat the first borscht of the season. Then, tomorrow morning, I think I have to go and have a goat milking lesson two islands over.
And a best of Borscht Season to you!