Monte and I had a great trip home. He picked me up around two and we went straight out to the ferry. After a one hour wait we loaded and we were in Nanaimo in licketty split time.
We stopped at Costco and picked up tp and paper towel and a few other things. We had a hot dog and fries and off we went. As we came to the Parksville turn off we noticed a massive plume of smoke billowing up over the highway and out to the ocean. Massive!!! So we pulled an illegal u-turn and took an exit to a secondary road that would go past the source of the smoke.
As it turns out there was a huge fire, complete with a pretty continuous chain of explosions. We stopped on the side of the road and got out with our cameras and took some pics. We didn't get too close as the explosions were letting things fly. Pretty soon the police came along and moved us all along. The problem in this particular area is no water. So there was a pretty steady stream of water tank trucks arriving for the six or seven firetrucks. It was a welding place plus a hybrid seed company in the building that burned. Ascetalyne (sp?) tanks explode, hugely. Firemen are some pretty gutsy and brave people.
Thursday Ange came flying up the stairs with the most terrified ghastly look on her face, hand on her heart and states, "I just killed my cat!!!!!!!"
So let me explain here. That cat is as important and loved by her like we love our children. She never had kids, then she lost her husband, and Ace, now two, and her other cat are absolutely everything to her. That Ace basically saved her from utter desolation when Pat died and she got evicted in a town where there is NOWHERE to rent, even if you could afford ten thousand bucks a month. So you can understand what those cats are to her.
She is a needlepointer. Her work is exquisite and meticulous. And she is the neatest needler I have ever seen. She was up here for a nano second then went back down to find the thread on her latest piece in that bad Ace's (he is a very naughty cat, into absolutely everything) mouth and a needle missing. Poor Ange was pretty sure the cat would die. But as most of us know 99% of needles pass through cats safely. I suggested she phone a vet and google it.
Long story short the cat did not poop until this morning and gloves on, Ange found the needle, safely ejected. Such a relief!!! And I have a feeling this won't be the last Ace escapade!!!!
We have cancelled our Alberta trip. Monte doesn't mind me mentioning this, but he is just mentally a little too fragile still. It's been interesting talking to him about what happens in his head with too much stimulation. I think due to his past episodes that were so much worse than anything now, he has come a long way, has left him with a sort of PTSD. He explained to me that he is always vigilantly on guard, which is exhausting over time, keeping reality and psychosis separated and judged. His trust with reality was severely broken enough times that now he is ever vigilant and somewhat doubting. He even said that he doesn't 100% trust that he is living in a house with Ange and I. Purposely and just to make sure it is, when there is too much going on, he wears down, he needs to sleep and lay in the dark and regroup his brain and recheck reality.
I hope I haven't said too many personal things here but I find it fascinating how his brain works. His past psychotic breaks have left him brain damaged and I think the more everyone in the world understands how brain damage can manifest itself the better the world will be. He is very normal, way above average intelligence, would never stop his meds, working now, and a whiz bang amazing employee according to his boss, 6'9 and huge, and you would never ever associate fragility with him.
We are off to Nanaimo again on Monday. Monte needs to make a trip to the sleep clinic for after care, I need to return two items that didn't get put in the van last week to be returned then, and Ange and I are making a stop at Costco and we will probably go out to eat somewhere. We love an excuse to go to the big city. hahahaha
Thats it for now. I have managed to not talk about food this time. I sure could have as I made something totally foreign to me and I am itching to tell you all. But I won't. Have a lovely day and I shall TTYL.
'One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.' Fredrich Nietzsche
' Sometimes I think people take reality for granted'. Francesca Zappia
Note: I tried looking up quotes about brain injury and it was all sports related. I think parents would be better to put their kids in music than football or whatever. April is temporarily working in a special paediatric clinic where there is a parade of sport injured kids that have complications. My personal opinion which pretty much no-one agrees with. Hahahaha!!!!
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