Canada, I'm coming back

Ajo is the Spanish word for garlic. Pronounced ah-ho. I had a major ah-ho moment earlier this week. I just don't know how to explain myself. I knew better. Why? Why did I cut 5 pieces of garlic in half and fry them up? Well, because it makes the kitchen smell good, and it's good in a dish for dinner. Except I didn't put them in a dish. Right before bed I ate them all, like they were candy. I love to eat them like that on crackers with cream cheese. I just didn't have the other things in the cupboards. Instead of putting the garlic in a meal or in the fridge, I ate them. Regrettably tasty.
I knew I would go to bed, sleep all night, and wake up smelling like garlic. I decided to forget how hideous that is. Then when I woke up I was not only oozing garlic from my skin, but I was emitting vapors from certain body parts too. I was so happy Ron wasn't here to share those noxious moments.
Good grief. Learn from me, folks. Never do that. You have been warned. Unless you're mad at your co-workers and want to ruin their morning. I guess that would wreck their day whenever they had to go in same bathroom you just used. Act all upset like they are, and blame someone else. Especially good if you are at a mandatory meeting with limited air to breathe. Garlic vengeance. Hahaha.
Forget I said that.
So it was more of an ajo morning than a garlic morning, if that makes sense. A lot of water to flush things out, and a bath in epsom salts helped make me normal scented by lunch.
But it was just one of those I-dropped-my-glasses-in-the-toilet days. Minutely consoled by the fact that I had just cleaned it, while forgetting they were perched on top of my head.
I have been busy writing in my book but the Real Lifet big fun starts in a few days. I can't believe it's finally here. The dream of taking Ron to where I grew up. I am making a list of buildings that my family has built over the years. My Grandfather built a few, my Dad also, and my Mom helped my Dad and built a house of her own. I want to take pictures of them all, to show my kids what their family has accomplished.
I hope I get a flood of memories, and that I can write them all down. My warped memory has always frustrated me. Although it makes me good at forgiving, because I'm good at forgetting. And all of love is about forgiving. No love can exist without it, really. Because we all make mistakes, or find things we don't agree on. Or have wishes that go against what someone else wants. Or have really stinking bad days where we just feel mean as a junk yard dog. Or we let people down for millions of reasons in millions of ways.
So lots of pictures coming soon, and I will try to post as I go, but my days will be full. We still don't know how long we are staying, so the only plan is cram a lot into every hour. Below is a picture of the Sooke docks.

We still haven't made our choice about if we take the ferry from Washington to Victoria, or drive to Vancouver and take the ferry to wherever it docks on the island. Going back to the island where I was born over 47 years ago. Victoria inner harbor picture is below. I grew up walking distance from here.

Should be amazing. I think it will feel a bit like time travel. Except as soon as you travel in time everything changes, so you can never go back. If one person could travel back in time, then others could. And the future would never really exist because it would be constantly changing based on the alterations from the past. It's a flawed concept. You can't change the past. You can't change the future. It hasn't happened yet. You can only move with power through the moment in front of you. So that's my only plan. Wish me luck!
Which I still need to put that on a t-shirt, once I start my company for making t-shirts. I have a new line of product too. Things printed on pillow cases. Messages to yourself, or another to read every night. Maybe have a set of positive affirmation pillow cases. Once upon a time I wrote on a pillow case with a fabric marker. I wrote a scripture from Alma 37:37. I wanted to change my life by thinking good thoughts before going to sleep every night.
Counsel with the Lord in all thy doings, and he will direct thee for good; yea, when thou liest down at night lie down unto the Lord, that he may watch over you in your sleep; and when thou risest in the morning let thy heart be full of thanks unto God; and if ye do these things, ye shall be lifted up at the last day.

I'm going to Victoria, Sooke, and the Nanaimo area and in between. Oh! I want a Nanaimo bar, do they still make those?? Like a brownie crossed with something gooier and tastier.
I have to go write, if I am going to keep up on my writing goals for November I have to get ahead now. Yesterday I made the visiting angels into talking swans. Today I'm working on the obsession of the ocean and all that it holds with it's tides like long breaths of the mother earth. And how the warm salty water feels like a gentle embrace of the body.