Today is Linda’s Birthday, she turns 24 today! I have a feeling that while it IS Linda’s birthday, Linda is actually the type of anal person who is going to COMPLAIN that she isn’t 24. Linda hasn’t really got the hang of vanity, denial and some other critical female aspects yet.
In order to celebrate Linda’s birthday I was SPONTANOUS. Actually it is impossible to be spontaneous when you need medical support but I was PREPARED for the possibility, so I suggested we go to Goldstream. Goldstream is one of the early provincial parks around Victoria known for some old growth, some second growth, a stream where salmon spawn every year and yes, a VERY small gold rush over 150 years ago (like 100 people or so). There is still copper and other metals in the ground including a spring in the woods which was labeled the “health spring” and the thing was to hike out and drink it, sulfur taste and all. That was the thing until they tested it when I was a teen and found it had lots of heavy metals including mercury. So instead of renaming it “death spring” they just closed it. And now people go out there for picnics and wandering around.
It was not only verdant, it was many different shades of green, an eruption of green into the brain. So much that every other colour, like these buttercups float upon a sea of green.And Linda did her, “Oh, I WANT to sit on the fence” and since it was her birthday she climbed on the fence and I took a picture. If you want to know why she is laughing it is because I am yelling at her “Core Fusion! Core Fusion!” And yes, that is an inside joke and if you don’t know what it is then just assume it is dirty, it usually is with me.
Then Linda got really into the mold on trees and wanted everyone to hug a tree, only Cheryl looked like she was sort of giving the tree a hug at the end of a support group meeting (the picture actually depressed me, I felt SAD for the tree). Meanwhile my pictures looks like I and the tree have decided to have wild and randy tree sex right there. I am not sure what exactly is going on with me and this tree (we promised to email), I think it was giving off allure pheromones. Actually this trip to Goldstream had sex as a sub-theme.
Linda really likes moss, and here you can play “Where’s Linda” in this version of the Georgia O’Keeffe’s, “What are you talking about, that’s just a bunch of moss in a curve of a tree?” At that’s what the Gallery owners will say. And Georgia only painted flowers, nope no sex here.
We talked about Pasadena and water usage (sexy!), and ended up by this downed giant from a year or two ago. Linda wanted a picture of me. And I obliged. Then I wanted a picture of Linda AND I together, and we did one of ‘those’ pictures from Japan. The ones that say, “I am just an innocent schoolgirl” and ALSO say, “I am a dirty little girl…come closer!”
Anyway, you know how it goes, a few girls in the woods, taking pictures and then before you know it: lip lock.
“What is this….?” I muttered in a breath
“I dunno,” Linda said, “But we should do it more often.”
“Yeah, more…more.” (Cheryl said she felt she could walk away and come back 10 minutes later at this point.) Yes, that is right, HOT LESBIAN make-out right there, for all to see, and it happens to be legal!
Anyway, we continue on, and I start complaining that my lip gloss which was evenly applied is now entirely missing, and Linda licks her lip and says, “Not here.” I make the wiggling tongue motion. Yup, Linda’s birthday was a very somber and respectable affair.
At the wooden bridge, with mold underneath, Linda and the almost able bodied Cheryl headed off to see the waterfall, which requires walking on stones and through a culvert and all the other accessible areas. I on the other hand was LEFT BEHIND. I gave them my goodbye wave.
Actually, soon after they left I met a family from Port Hardy with Tiff. I said, “Short for Tiffany?” And yes, and I mentally searched going, “Your mother was fond of stained glass?”
“Or..” Tiff continued, “We were trailer trash!” Laugh.
She had been in a chair as a child and we talked about what I did and I found out she was a watercolour artist. And I explained I tried that but found editing words a LOT easier than fixing a watercolor painting gone bad. She agreed. We got on well.
Meanwhile Linda and Cheryl were going through this valley which seemed like something from Land of the Lost so green and giant were the ferns, the moss, the mold. They made it to the waterfall, which is the thing to see. Unless you want to hike for 20 minutes straight up to the railroad trestle. It is, no matter how many years pass, still a very nice waterfall and only a few minutes out of town.
By this time, two hours of wheeling on gravel I was ready to head back as were they. We stopped only for me to buy Linda’s birthday present, which I can’t post for two weeks. It is her Washi picture from the Kyoto shop in Japan which I am having mounted and framed behind glass for her birthday (try sneaking out with a giant TUBE on a wheelchair and going a mile and back – so much for surprise!). The only problem is was to find out of (literally) 1,000 frames the RIGHT one. First we tried bamboo, then black, then a mix and finally Linda found a nice thin wooden gold frame with black specks, to compliment the black on the heron wings, and the gold theme in the picture (the gold and green are very traditional Kyoto Yuzen colours). It turned out that Linda unerringly picked the MOST expensive frame in the shop (there is a slight delay now becuase the frame is hand painted gold leaf - and they have to tell the artist in Vancouver or where-ever to go ahead and MAKE IT). The owner said the price, Linda said, “I’ll find another frame.” And I said, “That’s perfect.” I had, after all been saving a while for this day. The simple yet elegant gold leaf is the perfect frame for this Washi print (elegant simplicity: perfect for Edo Japan). The only problem was convincing Linda of that, and how in 10 years, would she want the “cheaper frame” or the RIGHT frame. I think she is actually over the guilts and looking forward to the present now. We should have it in two weeks.
I tend to buy one big thing a year, and so after a few years, there are a few big things that Linda has. I talked to the owner and am going back with the Ghibli studio tickets to get a box shadow framing done of them. After that, then I WILL be out of money, until my manga sale.
We came home, ordered pizza, watched UK TV called waking the dead and then I headed off to sleep while Linda headed off to a “Girl’s Night” party with some of the women from her division from work. So I hope this has been a good day for her. And with Cheryl here, we can’t exactly have wild abandon on that squeeky Red Cross bed, but we had a taste of it in the woods. And hopefully, between care givers and medical emergencies we MIGHT remember what that is all about sometime this week. Yup, nothing like advertising your sex schedules on the internet. Hi mom! Hi Linda’s mom!
So ends the day, with that kind of tired that either a) being in the sun or b) wheeling for several hours through gravel brings you. Happy birthday Linda, can’t wait until you are 25!
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