Vancouver Experiences

I left early to catch a ferry that I had to wait nearly two hours for, but soon enough after reading a book, I was on the ferry and beginning the unraveling that will lead me back to a cabin in the bush far in the east.

Traffic in Vancouver was arduous, but I persevered, and soon I was negotiating the streets in my friend’s neighbourhood and spending time with them and listening to their stories. My pain was much diminished, thanks to the medication, and I was able to listen with an open mind. The following day, I met an old friend from Winnipeg, and through her a delightful community artist in Burnaby. We had lunch at the artist’s place, and then took our leave to Lynn Valley canyon, where we hiked into the hills and along the stream. I avoided my pain meds for most of the day, although I could have used some when we were hanging out.

When I drove her home, through the tangled streets of Burnaby, I took on the responsibility of a few items to deliver to Winnipeg. Then we said our goodbyes, and I went back to my friends in the west end. We have been staying up late and getting up early, but soon I leave the city to drive my sister to Kelowna.

I met my sister and my other nephew in downtown Vancouver, near Chinatown, and there met my sister’s boyfriend, and my nephew’s girlfriend. We exchanged pleasantries, went out for lunch, and then went to look at the boat she bought in the spring. It’s a beautiful boat moored off Vancouver, and on our way to Kelowna.

About Barry Pomeroy

I had an English teacher in high school many years ago who talked about writing as something that people do, rather than something that died with Shakespeare. I began writing soon after, maudlin poetry followed by short prose pieces, but finally, after years of academic training, I learned something about the magic of the manipulated word.
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