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Livin’ the Dishwasher Life

The other day Calvin came upstairs and saw the kitchen was all clean and tidy and the dishwasher was running and said, “livin’ the dishwasher life, eh?” And I said, “oh yeah.” I had a dishwasher that didn’t actually clean anything, so was skeptical that a machine could do it. But this magical implement comes with a channel whereby you can add softening salt, so the well’s minerals are finally defeated.

I had a marvelous time at the Ya Ya reunion at Maryjoy’s little house on Osoyoos Lake. Five of six remaining women attended, and all slept there except me. I wanted to sleep at Mom’s as I had the dogs with me, but I also got a last-minute call from Carol the realtor saying she was holding an Open House and asked if I could clean up the joint. I gave it seven hours and then decided that was all I could do in between social events.

The weather was very hot and sunny, so on Friday afternoon we hopped into kayaks and paddled to Haynes Point and back. Penny, Alison and Mary swam, but Phyllis and I wisely decided against submerging ourselves into cold water. They insisted it wasn’t. As a reward Alison made Ina Garten’s Panko-crusted salmon for dinner and I made a burned prune tart for dessert.

I blamed the oven for that. I also made us a breakfast casserole that I thought was overdone and again, pointed at the appliance. On Saturday night we had Greek food at the Diamond Pizza and Steak house. My earliest memory of that place is eating there with my boyfriend Tom Schmidt, so that would’ve been in 1972. The place is a legend to locals.

Because the weather was so great we took a couple of nice long walks. One around Haynes Point and the other along Lakeshore Drive. The town has amazing paths for walking and biking. On Sunday we had brunch at an adorable place called the Best Cellar Bistro, Books and Tours. They make delicious stuffed waffles, and its walls are lined with used books. Very cute.

Alison had bought a music book, so we hung around Mary’s piano and sang old songs from the 1930’s and ‘40’s. Not sure why that endures but Alison and I learned them from our mothers and can’t let go. Since the other three women were sitting there going, “um, what’s maresy dotes and dosey dotes mean?” I said to her we really do have to move to at least the 1960’s and get some Beatles music.

Next reunion, for sure. Everyone enjoyed themselves so I’m sure we’ll have another quite soon. Penny proposed walking a part of the Camino Trail and we all said sure! Watch us require ambulances after two days of it. But at least we think big.

Donna, Sharon and I went to the Eldorado for High Tea. They have the tables set with mismatched cups and saucers and a variety of tea pot styles so it looks very eclectic and cute. You do have to want an awful lot of sweets, which I’m fine with, but if you want mostly savoury, you’ll be disappointed.

I finally stopped asking Luke when he was going to make a website for Mom’s property. He was the one who had offered to do it, as I never even thought of the idea. But after a month of asking I went to Calvin who said sure and made this for me. Please check it out and let me know what you think. https://osoyoosbohemian.com

Beautifying Mom’s Property

 I had to do all the things on Mom’s property that I hire people to do on my own. Nearly killed me. I was there for four days over Easter, painting, cleaning, planting, pruning, decorating, all in an effort to get the place looking as lovely as it can be. I feel quite satisfied with the interior, and I have Trent, a friend of Luke’s doing paint touch-ups on the exterior.

What I’ve found tremendous fun is gathering the adorable things I want to put on the lake piece. I’m getting Trent to paint the deck and I’m going to put some hanging pansies on the giant wooden wall our neighbour has erected between properties. I’ve also bought a giant colourful umbrella, matching pillow, and tin signs for the bar Luke and Calvin constructed.

I told the realtor I need at least a day’s notice prior to the drone, video and photographs because I want to fix everything up. I plan to put two glasses and a bottle of wine on the bar, and I have a cute blue and white tablecloth to give it that totally French country look. The goal is to build the fantasy in the buyer’s mind, right?

Sadly, the worst of it all is the perimeter of Luke’s house as well as the garage. Both give the opposite effect of the lake piece, one of oops, you’ve accidentally crossed over into a garbage dump. It’s not what I want at all, and neither does the realtor.

I made everyone’s favourite breakfast casserole, the one made from toasted croissants as a base, and then you add bacon, cheese, and an egg and milk custard. Leave it overnight in the fridge and bake the next morning. Everyone weeps a bit as they’re eating it. I also made those naughty chocolate, peanut butter and fruity marshmallow squares. Again, much blubbering from joy.

I went into the Osoyoos Museum with a few copies of Okay, I’ll Bite along with Nuttier than a Fruitcake as they had invited me to do so. I was thrilled as I’d forgotten all about marketing and that reminded me, oh yeah, you have to market these books if you expect them to sell.

That then got me back into seeing where else I might flog them and happened across the Okanagan Regional Library which allegedly stocks local authors. In any case I applied, so maybe? Even if they don’t, I can use the Osoyoos Museum and the 15 five-star reviews on Amazon as I drive around trying to sell my wares.

I’m reverting to my childhood as I now have several Barbies all nicely dressed and held up in special holders so that I can sit and admire them. You probably don’t know that in the 1950’s and 60’s Barbie’s clothes were influenced by couturier designers like Balenciaga, Dior and Chanel. They were hand-sewn in Japan and used real zippers, finished linings, and real leather and suede accessories.

I’m fortunate to have a few of these beautiful clothes and I also inherited several from my friend Bobbi. I have her Barbie dressed in a black strapless gown called Solo in the Spotlight, made in 1960. I know you probably think I’ve finally lost my marbles, but no. It’s more a trip down memory lane but with lovely vintage things.

Or perhaps an escape from the next big hurdle since I conquered probate: sell mom’s house!