Who Would Have Thought?

With this being my last week here (for real this time), I’m taking a moment to reflect on my vacation. 

Since I got here it’s been a whirlwind of long drives along country roads bordered with farm land. Catching glimpses of deer and rabbits and keeping eyes out for moose or Antelope (had no idea there were antelope in Canada). From going on a gopher hunt to playing with calves, it’s been all good. I’ve seen things, and learned things and met people and honestly, I’ve had a blast. 


I did not expect to have such a great time; I’m not a big fan of dirt and bugs and trust me, I got plenty of both out here. But I wouldn’t change it for the world. 

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Holy Crap, is that a Mosquito?

Coming from sub tropical countries, I am NO stranger to mosquitoes. Even mosquitoes that carry various exotic sounding diseases like Chikungunya (I had to Google the spelling). But let me tell y’all about these big ass birds they have out here in Wild Rose country!

These mosquitoes are LARGE! They are so big you can pick them up on camera. I took a picture last week when I went farming and sure enough you could see this giant ass mosquito who found the little strip of belly skin to feast on. They are also hella aggressive, like these buggers legit have you wanting to square up. Like Shiela and her six homies who are swarming around my head are about to get these hands.

The other day I stopped to take a picture of this gorgeous sunset and I made the mistake of hopping out of the car to get that perfect shot. BRUUUUUUHHHHHHH! I was not able to stand still! In few seconds they had all smelled fresh blood and had descended on my poor unprotected face and ankles en masse. Then the ambitious ones done even bother to get a piece of bare skin, they just bite you through your clothing. And I don’t know exactly how gusty the wind has to be to deter them, but they must be super mosquitoes, they are out here braving 20 mph wind just to eat you.

I was told that the swarms of mosquitoes get so large that they can blacken the horizon. Chile, please, let me go back to by Turks and Caicos with our small, polite mosquitoes who don’t believe in this gang violence. 

“Can I Take a Break?”

This weekend, I was forced against my will to the cabin by the lake to paint said cabin. So for nearly 36 internet-less hours I was forced to cover little wall imperfections with something that was prolly stucco, (not sure what stucco is, but not gonna Google it either) sand down, clean off and paint walls. I’m no painter, and in fact the last thing I painted was an accent wall at my old place about 5 years ago.

So Dictator Wendi took over Day one where there was barely time for food (however I did drink copious amounts of Bud Light that apparently have no alcohol in em). She gave us about 35 minutes for “supper” then she made me and Domi get right back into it. I was allowed around 11pm to join the campfire and make some S’mores. Sigh, I think of the potential for fun this weekend that totally was wasted on work. 


Day two was Dictator Domi who didn’t let Wendi and I go to lunch. Idk what’s up with these people and refusing to let me eat. After breakfast I was allowed wine and potato chips. We were finally rescued by Kaelan and the boys who went to get us some food. Good bless their hearts.


A word of advice, wine is much better than beer for a painting beverage of choice. Well better than Bud Lights anyways.

Many Hands Make Light Work: Provost Swim Club Fundraiser

Today, I, being the awesome aunt that I am (said with much humility), participated in The Provost Piranhas Swim Club’s annual bottle drive. What the club does is they announce to residents a few weeks before that they will pick up their recyclables on a certain day. Then they will drive house to house asking for bottles to help with their fundraising bottle drive.


The parents and the kids then bring the bottles, cans and cartons to the Bottle Depot where they sort them. Cans one way, green tinted bottles another, cartons another, I think you get it. After sorting the recyclables are then packaged into bags of two or three hundred where they will be sent off for recycling. I think now was the time you get to judge your neighbors a little but the sheer volume of Coco-Cola bottles they had. We saw those Bud Lights too. 


Now, for us island people who don’t really have recycling, the way money is made is that they get a few cents for every piece of recycling that they send off. If enough people donate their recycling the club can make quite a bit of money. I think this is brilliant way to raise money. You get to help the planet and contribute to kiddies same time.


It did start to rain like an hour into the sorting and I must admit that my altruism did wash away in the showers. I retreated to the car where I sat reading til everything was done. But my heart was with them the whole time.


I was quite impressed at the turnout. Moms and dads rifling through refuse, in the rain, to help their children. It touched my heart to watch such dedication , comfortably perched in the warm, dry car.