Since being in East Sooke:

I've discovered the goodness in original Mickey Mouse cartoons.

I've learned a brief history of the car companies, Studebaker and Packard, and their merger in 1954. Rob is a Studebaker addict, and owns both a Studebaker and Packard. Just today we spent half an hour looking on craigslist, him showing me the cars he dreams of owning.

I've learned about the practicality of the Mercedez-Benz, Unimog, a dual-purpose truck - the truck of all trucks. Drew has a similar addiction to Rob, but his is to Unimogs. The only person in Sooke who owns a Unimog is "Timber Jim" and there are lots of questions as to how he managed to buy it.

I now want to ride the Road of Bones in Russia, knowing that this will most likely never happen, simply because I have no need to go to Magadan (the Russian city where the road ends). The road was built during the Stalin era of the USSR. Over twenty million labour camp inmates died during it's construction. The road is a memorial because the bones of the inmates who died while constructing this road were laid beneath it. Part of the excitement of this road is the river crossings and the necessary four-wheel-drive trucks needed for crossing those rivers.

I've discovered the joy of listening to the radio, and just how great CBC is. On days that I make cheese I listen to CBC Radio One on our broken tape player. It has one volume setting, LOUD. This means I hear the news, and the news gives me headaches, not simply due to it's content.

Now: I'm enjoying the afternoon. Market is over. I'm sitting in the only warm room in the barn, my bedroom. Listening to some wonderful music, burning candles even though I'm not supposed to. The insurance claim on the barn isn't very high, so it would be bad if I burnt it down (who would've thought?).

That's all. Good bye. Thanks for reading Mom.