Raindrops and a fat sandwich

Dear Nikki/Dear Sarah--Day 439 of our daily drawing exchange

Hi Nikki,

Since the atmospheric river has begun to flow, I thought I would paint a few raindrops, using a tutorial. Mixed results, but not terrible. I really should have used grey, not blue to capture the dreariness outside.

I spent most of today catching up on work, but did get in a walk before the rains came. I need to have dinner now and then close my eyes for a while.

XO S

Hello Sarah -

oh, this rain. Miserable. After a quiet morning at the house scanning, sorting, and tossing, Dani picked me up, and we headed over the Malahat. Fortunately, the deluge held off until after we had stopped at Soul’s Toast, a roadside eatery on the Malahat (on the right, beside a gas station). Serving Korean street food, the place is easy to miss if you don’t know it’s there. Dani was keen to introduce me to what turned out to be a sandwich so huge that there was no way to open my mouth wide enough to accommodate it.

This drawing does not do the toast extravaganza justice. This was the chicken variation - the stuff that looks like grass is actually a large quantity of shredded cabbage. I had mine with pickles, Dani without. Simple food (toast, finely shredded cabbage, chicken, pickles, and sauce) and utterly delicious.

After that, it was off to the Hand of Man, a private museum unlike any other I’ve ever seen. I’m still digesting - both the sandwich and the museum. I will refrain from commenting further on the latter until you and I have had a chance to pay a visit on my next trip to the island.

Stopped in for a flying visit to OUR Ecovillage up in Shawnigan before zipping (well, slow zipping) back down over the Malahat in a snowstorm so I could slide into the Zoom room for our weekly Writers on Fire critiquing session. After that, a couple of work phone calls interspersed with more scanning, sorting, and tossing, as well as chihuahua cuddles to bring the day to its conclusion.

The next couple of days will be full of schlepping, sorting, tossing, taking boxes of paper for shredding or recycling. Boxes from locker B are mostly headed to Nelson on Wednesday, but there are a few that need to move into locker A. Should I manage to pull this off before departure, I will be happy to have accomplished this particular goal…

What a long, drawn-out process this downsizing has proven to be - and, still not yet done.

Nikki