We have just returned from a few days in Edmonds WA with our dear friends Frank and Teresa. We stayed in their little guest room accessed via a basement door. Their driveway is hard to see and curves you into a private, cleverly sprawling home surrounded on all sides with locally uncommon trees like pine and birch with rhododendrons contorting, stretching for light in the fir and maples.
We were there, (in the US) to spend a little time with daughter Josie or Jojo as she now prefers. It was her birthday so we met Mark and Jamie and little Amirra in a fantastic noodle place called "Boom" on Capitol Hill. We are a noodle lovin' group, so it was fun. We sugared up at the cupcake place next door and parted full and sugar-jangle-happy.
There's a wing-dinger of a story from this trip if I can pull it together. Here goes:
We are renting our house in Carnation under the watchful eye of our son Mark. His idea from the beginning was to find students from the Wilderness Awareness School based in nearby Duvall http://www.wildernessawareness.org/ as our room-renting tenants. He did. We like them. They are fully engaged in paying attention to the natural world. This was made apparent on our last visit when Deb and I happened upon several of our new tenants skinning and butchering a freshly road- killed coyote on a blue tarp just off the deck. They were thrilled to find the stomach contents included a cock pheasant. Mark had tipped them off as to the road side location of the demised beast and they hopped right on it, brought it to our place, skinned it, butchered it, and very soon thereafter, ate it. Yes, ate it.
I ordered a propane heater on line. The postage was pricey to have it sent to our place in Canada so I used our US address. We planned to pick it up on this, our most recent trip.
Just before heading south, Chelsy, one of the new boarders invited me to "friend" her on Facebook, which I promptly did. Shortly thereafter, I found my connection convenient enough to inquire of Chelsy if my heater had arrived. "Oh, yes it's here. We have it safe for you" or something to that effect. Perfect. We'll pick it up on our visit and bring it back up for those unexpected power outages we get up here on the ol' Sunshine Coast.
Our tenants are dumpster divers....little did we know It's hip...check it out:
http://www.calgaryherald.com/life/Dumpster+diver+thesis+good+stuff+going+waste/5703359/story.html
This means they know of certain dumpsters behind businesses that conain food that the owners have decided are past the expiry date or are unsuitabe for sale for whatever reason, so they toss it. My tenants retrieve it. They bring back the booty and clean and sort and eat whatever is fit to eat. The reality of this was brought home (literally) by a picture posted on a recent Facebook page. "How amusing" I thought
...Wait...
that food was all thrown away?? I love my tenants.
It was only a few days later I got a Facebook invitation to the :
Chi-Blasting Dumpster Sluts New Year's Eve Party!
"How amusing"
I thought. Upon closer inspection I discovered the address was ours! Yep, our rented house
I might make it to the party.
I didn't make this up.
Stay tuned for
December's entry.
Chelsey and the Dumpster Divers
Cooties for starting the blog! and I hope you avoid them when you go to your house New Year's Eve party.
ReplyDeleteLooking good - figure out how to load your pictures and big as possible so that when they're clicked on you can seem them well!