Ale, Banjo & The Malibu Takes The CurvesMonday, May 23, 2011
|Ale and Banjo|
A couple of weeks ago I got some water in my ears and I became quite deaf. I went to my doctor for an ear flush. He inserted a big syringe with warm water into my ear and pushed the plunger. You would think this would have hurt or that my doctor might damage my ear drums. I asked him and he replied, “Certainly not because I am doing it!”
I left hearing very well but the water sprayed my doctor with enough ear wax to polish a Camaro. That evening I was hearing something in my ear and I became worried. I cupped my ears with my hands to see if the buzzing was inside. I am quite paranoid about this as my mother had a terrible case of Ménière's disease and she became deaf when a constant buzzing destroyed her hearing nerve.
The sound was not there when I cupped my ears but it was there when I didn't. I opened the bedroom window and the sound was intensified. It was only then that I understood that the noise was the Granville Street traffic and even though it was late at night the sound did not stop.
It had been my eldest daughter Ale who weeks before had told me that she could never live in Vancouver because of the constant noise of traffic. She said,” It never stops.”
On Sunday Rosemary and I drove our Malibu to Lillooet to visit Ale. We returned Monday afternoon.
The trip was uneventful even though we went and came by the ultra curvy Whistler/Pemberton highway to Lillooet. In fact not once was I able to get any sliding or skidding noise out of the Malibu’s tires.
In Lillooet I cooked but otherwise I did nothing. The town was getting ready for its May Parade to be held on Monday and the countryside was full of noises that I euphemistically called artisan noises. These were souped up domestic racers getting ready for the parade. There were noises of Harleys and Ale’s neighbour was tuning up a supercharged Pontiac. I made fun of the artisan noises but Ale again reminded me that at night there was no noise or the constant swishing of cars on Granville during our Vancouver rains.
Rosemary had a very good night’s sleep and I helped Ale hang some framed pictures on the wall and a mirror in her new fixed up bathroom. Rosemary helped Ale in the garden and both of us enjoyed the sun (while it lasted) as it was warmer than in Vancouver.
|Duffey Lake Near Lillooet|
It was so pleasant and comforting to see how happy Ale is in her pastoral life and her house is becoming more of a home as she slowly fixes it up. We left, after what seemed like it had been a week’s stay, refreshed and ready to take on the noises of Vancouver.
And I must stress again that it was so much fun to drive our Malibu through all those curves!