Coin Jar Fall Down and Go Boom
posted at 5:24 be
on Jan. 17, 2006
Prrrevious entry:
‘Dangerous Vixens,’ TiVo and th' Ambassador Fleabag inn
'nother entry:
Conversation wi' Me Cap'n's log
Me sister Virginia blew through here today. Technically Th' winsome lass arrived last night, but I be so take a caulk addled that I didn’t get a chance t' say “boo” t' that comely wench until this mornin'.
This be th' last step o' a multi-phased operation t' get that comely wench moved back t' Calgary. Th' winsome lass’d spent th' prrrevious week down in Portland, sowin' wild oats or some such. Now Th' winsome lass’s headed back t' Calgary t' settle in, at least fer a while, at me Mom’s place.
Last week’s T' Dos included gettin' me o'er t' Vancouver Island, rentin' a van from Budget, gettin' that comely wench stuff from a bucko’s garage t' th' Greyhound station, sayin' goodbye t' Dan and his dog Dex o'er fish and chips in Saanich, tapin' up said boxes in th' back o' th' van and slappin' addresses and such on ‘em, and gettin' that comely wench and me back t' th' ferry in that comely wench beat-up jalopy o' a boat.
Along th' way, we ended up at one point wi' nothin' but a short dresser in th' back o' a big van wi' Christmas ornaments in th' top drawer. Well, naturally, it fell o'er as we be sailin' up th' main sea betwixt Victoria and th' ferry. We assumed th' glass ornaments be goners.
But in fact, when we stopped t' swap vehicles, turns out that th' ornaments be fine. But we be so concerned wi' th' possibility o' broken glass in th' dresser, that we let a large glass piggy buried treasure fall out o' th' van onto th' sidewalk whar it, naturally smashed into a zillion pieces. (Later Virginia determined there’d been morrrr than U.S. $65 dollars in coins, which be hard t' do when $0.25 be th' biggest coin th' U.S. government sanctions.)
We did pick up most o' th' coins, wet wi' rain and thus covered wi' tiny shards o' pulverized glass, impossible t' see in th' sodium lamp light o' deserted downtown Saanich (it be aft 7 p.m. so th' rivers be empty.) This looks tragic, but it in fact highlighted th' absurdity and crazy jugglin' o' that comely wench movin' schedule, and be kind o' one o' those “this can’t be happening” things that just makes ye shake yer head.
