I have always loved living near water; it can be the ocean; a river, or a lake but there is something about water that soothes the soul.
When I lived at Cultus Lake it didn’t matter what kind of day I had once I got on that Cultus Lake road I felt the tension leave my body. I didn’t live right on the water but Kris and I would take supper and go eat on the dock. We spent day and night down on the dock weather permitting.
I have always regretted selling my place there until I got this place.
May long weekend is the same in all resort communities I am sure. The people who don’t live there year round arrive to open up their summer cabins, many of them have been doing this their whole lives and now are bring their kids.
The resort comes alive and its impossible to feel lonely even if you are alone. Vehicles started pulling in Thursday night but Friday evening was the busiest with trucks pulling in with boats in tow, a truckload of squealing kids, the family dog, enough beer to drown an army platoon, guitars, frizbees, and fishing poles.
The saws and hammers start about 8 am as people do repairs to their cabins, Canadian flags go up, and barbeques are pulled out of storage, the sounds of kids playing and adults laughing fill the air with inaudible happy noise that puts a smile on your face.
I spent the weekend working in the yard. It is amazing how many weeds were in this tiny yard; a whole truckload that I have to take for composting this week. But I got all the weeding done and flower beds dug up. As I was working I’d stop to watch a party barge loaded with revelers loaded with booze cruise by with the music blasting waving to the people on shore. Then a canoe or row boat would go past loaded with kids, a ski doo, the odd kayak, and speed boats of every description full of partiers cruised the shoreline looking to reunite with friends they haven’t seen since they locked up the cabin last fall.
Every once in a while a shrill scream would pierce the air as another brave child hit the ice cold water either by choice on a dare or because someone pushed them
Golf carts hauling
drunks people from site to site clog the roadways.
As night falls the bonfires dot the darkness and the smells of barbequed burgers and steaks fill the air and the sounds of guitars and stereos replace the laughter of the children as they are tucked into bed exhausted from a day of playing in the sun and water.
Sunday the resort had their annual May long weekend pancake breakfast, the hammering started a bit later but the day unfolded much like the day before. Except for me.
The resort put a blurb in the newsletter saying I haul scrap metal and Sunday the calls started coming in. I headed out to do some pick ups and didn’t get to the top of my road before my clutch went on the truck.
I tried everything I could think of but could not get the truck to go into any gear, I was dead in the water. A few of the guys offered their assistance to no avail. I finally called Colin who was not thrilled to hear from me seeing as he was with “Miss Just for Sex”.
I even called my ex husband who was as helpful as he could be seeing as he was camping in Vernon at the time.
Eventually I had to leave it parked half in the road and hope they didn’t tow it. I text messaged Colin and told him the situation and THEN he got right back to me to give me shit about “shitting on him” after all he’s done to help me. I couldn’t help it; I bit the bait and retaliated. You see I have tried to let by gones be by gones and be “friends” because I needed the work done on my truck. He had text messaged me on Wed to come down to the shop and he would work on my truck. He had arranged for miss POF to arrive which I dealt with fine. That night he messaged me saying sorry for the uncomfortable situation. I had responded, ” Not a problem at all, just thankful for the help with my truck.”
The next day he said if I came that night there wouldn’t be any surprises and he would finish the work on my truck. I went and no work got done on my truck at all; he cooked me supper and tried to get me into bed.
I went back Friday and he did work on my truck, in the pouring rain, he was very sweet but once again couldn’t keep his hands to himself. I tried ignoring him but it was very uncomfortable. When I left my clutch wasn’t working and I had to double clutch to change gears.
Saturday I dropped by because I had practically no clutch and he didn’t have the time of day for me. Turns out Miss POF was on her way. Whatever, I left and got on with my weekend and then Sunday it broke down completely.
Now I know everyone is saying don’t let him work on your truck. But you see, I have no choice, I am totally broke with $60 to my name with no one who can help me.
I got the truck because Colin promised to get it in good running order and had no idea that the day after I got the truck I would go to his place and find Miss POF there.
The only other choice I have is to hand the truck over to Ccon and then I don’t have a vehicle, a job, and will be homeless in less than a month.
Monday morning the president of the strata council towed me out of the way with the excavator. My truck now sits at the entrance to the park and I don’t have a clue what is going to happen next. In 9 days I have to come up with $1000 for my mortgage and power bill.
I wasn’t going to let it ruin my weekend; surely God would not answer my prayers, give me my dream home and then let me lose it and be homeless again. Surely!!
So I finished my yard work, enjoyed the partiers all around me and prayed for a miracle.
Nothing so far.
Keep me in your prayers please.
I hope every one had a great weekend.
Love and hugs