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It’s the crazy season!

30 Jun

Yes, I know I haven’t posted in a while. I’ve been busy. My Dad used to say, “that’s not an excuse”! No, it’s not, but it is an explanation.

We’ve been Grand parenting. Never heard of it? It’s what all retired folks with children do when their kids, have kids. It requires vast amounts of patience, good humour, and most importantly, poor hearing. Kids are noisy, no doubt about it. What do you think? Do we go deaf after years of listening to loud music, cars and kids, or is it a defence  specifically for older folks so they can continue to spend time with very small children? I’m going with the latter, never mind all the concerts I attended in my youth that were in excess of 100 decibels.

What’s that? Speak up I can’t hear you!!!!

It’s interesting, visiting only every 6 months with our daughters and their growing families. We get to watch the grandkids grow up literally by leaps and bounds, and we get to spend the summers with them, when there is always so many more things to do. Now, there is a down side to this, we miss things, like birthdays (at least we call), first steps, first teeth, but we hope the quality time we do spend with them more than makes up for it.

A June Baby! The one birthday we'll never miss!

One of our daughters and her husband, moved to Penticton, which is in the southern interior of the province in an area called the Okanagan. It’s a desert area that specializes in wine grapes, tree fruits and tourism, with high temperatures and low rainfall. My kind of place after living on Vancouver Island for 35 years. This is currently where we call home.

Now, don’t get me wrong, we love to visit our youngest daughter and her family on Vancouver Island, but she has her husbands Mom and Dad around a great deal of the time.  They help the kids out around their house, they babysit, give them advise, even take them on holiday, something Richard and I could never afford these days. So we visit, at least 2 or 3 times over the summer, but we don’t spend large amounts of time there as we feel they are being well looked after and we just kind of get in the way.

The other daughter only has one child, but her in-laws live a long ways away and her husband is estranged from them, so we feel we can be of more use here. That’s one of the reasons, that plus we just can’t afford to be going back and forth on the Ferries anymore, not when a one-way fare for us, Grummy and our car is almost $200.00. Not to mention that the average summertime temperature is around 25-28 c, while Victoria, on Vancouver Island is around 19-20 c and I like it warm!

So we stay in beautiful, sunny Penticton, a tourist destination.

This truly is a place that relies on tourists and to keep them and their dollars flowing, there is a festival of some sort or another every weekend. Not to mention that within 50 kilometres of Penticton are many more towns and cities that also offer tourist entertainment.

One of the many Kid's Festivals in the area.

It’s a grab bag of things you would like to do, with virtually something for everyone thrown into the mix. Like Elvis? There’s the Pacific Northwest Elvis Festival, where impersonators vie with each other for the title of Best in the World.

Interested in classic cars, then just for you we have the Peach City Beach Cruise, not to mention all of the other Show and Shines that take place in the area over the summer.

1 of more than 800 classic vehicles on the beach last weekend.

Want something for the kids to do? Then take them to the Kids Festival in either Penticton or Kelowna, or the Action Festival in Summerland.

Do you enjoy lifting weights and looking at ripped bodies? Come on over and see the Mr. and Ms. Muscle contest.

Are you a runner, biker, or swimmer? Maybe you’d enjoy seeing the Ironman Triathlon that Penticton has hosted since 1983.

There are rodeos, bike races, and festivals for just about anything you can think of, and some that would never occur to you. Most importantly though, there is something to do every weekend, even if it’s just going to the local Saturday Market.

And if you don’t want to do any of those things, there are the wineries, lots and lots of wineries, many of which are medal winners, whose products are sought after by those in the know. You could spend days just visiting and sampling, while enjoying the warm temperatures and beautiful scenery.

How about just hanging at the beach,  sailing, fishing, kayaking, or swimming? Did I forget to mention that there are more than 30 beaches in the Okanagan area from Osoyoos to Salmon Arm, with Okanagan Beach at the north end of Penticton, considered to be the very best?

We’ve been busy with both of our kids, helping with the chores on the Island when we first got back, then helping with the same things in Penticton. I’ve been back to the island, and stayed for 2 weeks helping my daughter while her husband was at a conference in the States, and just visiting.  We even managed to do a few touristy types things while I was there.

Feeling cold and wet? Depressed? A visit to Butterfly World in Brentwood Bay will cheer you right up!

Right now, we have the house to ourselves as the eldest and family have headed over to the island for a camping holiday!  Ah blissful quiet!!

Next week we are heading out on our own to see the Arlington Air show in Washington State, then it’s back to the Okanagan for a while. We’ll see the Island kids once we get back as they will be up this way for some holidays with my son-in-laws parents and if I know them, they be visiting some of the local wineries. I can hardly wait.

In the meantime, I’m cranking up the music,  pouring some great Pinot Grigio, and waiting for the cherries to come ripe.

Mmmmm!

God, come October, we’re really going to need a vacation!

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The Illusion of Time

1 Jun

Out on a drive today, on our way to return a borrowed item, we started to talk about how much time we had left up here and how it should be parcelled out. Wow, who knew how busy our lives would become, after we retired!

Yeah, I know how trite that sounds. You’ve heard it said on a thousand ads aimed at the retired crowd in hopes of separating them from some of their money. But it seems, in our case to be true, even when we strive to reach the exact opposite. Life conspires against us, or so it seems. Or maybe it’s just our desire to spend as much time as possible with each of our daughters and their families.

Just another Island lake.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I love the Island, most of the people I love  live there.  It’s beyond beautiful. I just can’t take the climate anymore. It rains a lot, that’s why it’s so verdant and green. It’s also cold; coastal influence, you know. This makes me sad as I grew up and spent the better part of my adult life on the waters of the Northern Pacific Ocean, but when I say I can’t stand the cold anymore I mean it. If the temperature drops below  21C or 72F and the air is damp, I start to seize up and suffer from pain in my joints. Hence the reason why Baja was a no brainer when it came to where to spend our winters. The problem comes with where to spend our summers and what to do while we’re back in Canada.

Me, back in my working days.

I miss not seeing views like this regularly anymore!

Our kids and their families are very important to us and we want to spend as much time with each one as we can, but therein lies the problem. One lives on Vancouver Island, in the temperate rain forest, the other lives in Penticton, an arid, fruit growing area, in the desert interior of BC, about 400 km from the island. Plus it requires a ferry ride every time we wish to get on or off the island. A not inexpensive ferry ride, especially when we’re towing the dingy.

Our doctor also lives on the island, so we spend a lot of time going back and forth, visiting with our relatives and friends and lately, seeing the doctor a little more often as minor and a few major medical problems have crept up, lo these last couple of years.

We also eventually, go a little stir crazy. We’re used to being on our own a lot, way down the path less travelled, so getting back to civilization,  all the people and noise start to wear after a while and we need to get away. A couple of years ago, it was a trip around Alberta, this year we’re heading to the Arlington Air Show, just south of the border in Washington State. That’s after I go to the island for 2 weeks to help my youngest daughter while her husband is at a conference, get a medical test done, see my doctor, visit with my sister and maybe get up island to see a few friends. Then back to Penticton, where Richard will be in the process of building a wooden privacy fence along the back of the kids yard.

Some of the land around Penticton

We will then get into Grummy and head back over to the island again so Richard can have a visit with everyone, then back to Penticton as it’s easier to get to Arlington from there.

While we’re doing all this to and froing, there are repairs to the Grummy and our little Asuna that must be undertaken, plus re-provisioning of supplies and spare parts that we can’t get in Mexico. There are jobs we undertake for the kids, that they don’t have the time or expertise to do, as well as babysit once in a while to give the kids a night out, alone. Add in when we light out on our own for a while, and the time seems to fly. There never seems to be enough to go around before we realize it’s time to start thinking about heading south again.

According to Einstein’s  Theory of Relativity, the passage of time in a faster moving reference frame is slower than the passage of time in a slower moving reference frame. That means that if you were standing on the event horizon of a black hole, even though movement of energy is tremendously fast, time for you would be passing very slowly. Now I don’t have the qualifications to argue with Einstein, but it always feels to us as if the exact opposite were true. Time spent in civilization where everyone seems to be moving at the speed of light, moves so fast for us, that we feel like we’ve only just arrived somewhere, when it’s time to leave again. Time spent on the beach in Baja, where civilization such as we know it seems to be a million miles away, slides by  so slowly  that when it’s  time to leave, it almost comes as a surprise.