July 4, 2005

July 4, 2005

West Hawk Lake day 48 of 113

YEAR 2 DAY 17

 

Today was cloudy and cool.

This morning we went to a pancake breakfast at the West Hawk United Church. It was sponsored by the Winfal Seniors group. I think Winfal is an amalgam of West Hawk, Ingolf, and Falcon. Breakfast was in the basement of the church, on long tables covered in drawings done by children. The drawings were of local scenes like fishing in a boat on a lake surrounded by trees. Cute drawings. Nice sense of community spirit amongst the people attending. When we came out of the church, and walked back to the truck parked on the highway beside the park gate, we met Jill, the new park gate and office attendant.

We went back to the trailer, picked up Bo, and headed out to visit Ann Andress, the firewood lady who is selling her house, farm, and firewood concession business, in East Braintree. That's about 25 km. west of here, back towards Winnipeg on Hwy.1, and a bit south on Hwy. 308. When we arrived, Ann walked us around her farm yard, showing us the outbuildings, then she took us out back to where she cuts and bundles the firewood. Then we went to see the inside of the house, and review the firewood concession business financial statements for the last couple of years. By the time we had driven back to West Hawk, Joanne and I had decided that we're not interested in her house and farm, or her business. The business is much harder work than we want to do any more. The house, outbuildings, and especially the farm yard, are way, way too cluttered with junk. Old cars and old farm equipment strewn all over the place. I estimate that it would take 2 summers just to clean up the yard and outbuildings.

I spent the afternoon in bed. I was feeling ill for much of today. It might be a stomach flu type of illness. I think it's more likely food poisoning. Last night we had sausages for supper. The first one I ate tasted much different than the second and third. It wasn't until I began to eat the second sausage that I realized the first one tasted "funny", as in rancid. It's too bad I didn't eat a good one first. The bad one would have been noticeable at first bite. Anyways, I read and slept, then got up to try to eat a light, late lunch. We drained the kitchen holding tank, which was full, and I was ready to return to bed. I read, and napped, well into the evening. I got up to eat a light supper, and watch a movieon TV, then the news, featuring the interview with that scumbag Karla Homolka upon her release from prison today.

DSK