Seagulls, Beer, and Sparkplugs

Danny (1976) at the cottage
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One of the first things I heard when I went outside this morning was the screeching sound of seagulls flying overhead and the smell of the ocean.

View from the driveway of my place in White Rock

In fact, it is what I see and feel every time I go outside of my new digs in White Rock.

I sound like a person who has never lived near the ocean, but all my previous homes since 1982, were within a short drive from the ocean (Pacific and Atlantic).

And I feel like a kid with a pocket full of coins in a candy store!  I do not think the novelty of living here, will ever wear out.

I have kept the location of my place a secret, except to a few close friends.

However, I gave a key to my place to Norm and Robert in case of an emergency.

I am in the process of getting some new furniture in addition to the large screen television and a bed from Logan and Cove – which is the most comfortable bed I have ever known.

My place feels like home, and I no longer feel the need to be anywhere but in my little dream world with Holly Golightly.  And yesterday, when I picked her up from the vets, she ran excitedly to the entrance of our place.

And Holly is like a dog in a store full of dog treats!  She’s finally at home in our new place.

And although we are alone – we are not lonely!

Well, maybe just a bit lonely.

But I have great friends who I love.

One of my friends was recently teasing me because I mentioned that I loved Norm (both the southern and northern ones).

So I replied by saying I also love Robert, Doug, Peter, Rob, Bill, Bob, Garth, Dale, Joe, Al, Spanky, Gerry, Maurice, Pete, Jerry, Markuu, and Dane, and many other men, too.

But Danny, guys do not love guys – at least not if they are straight!

Sorry, Spanky – this is probably over your head!

Let me explain.

I do not love my male friends intimately – I love them for who they are!

And that is why I am never squeamish about telling you I love you, Spanky – because I love who and what you are!

But I do feel uncomfortable telling my gal pals I love them because they or their partners might not understand that I love them for who they are, and what they are too!

And I have always felt that women are equal to men and have marched with them at protests.

The same goes for a race – we are all equal – and anybody who says differently is not worthy of your friendship.

Here’s a clip from one of those women protests I attended the day after the USA elections in 2016:

I cannot understand why some people cling so desperately to the norms they inherited from an older generation who believed that men-are-men and women are for cooking, cleaning, and raising children!

All genders and races ARE equal.  No exceptions.

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A few days ago, I called Norm to say I wanted to meet thirty minutes earlier on Friday for our weekly get-together for coffee.  Holly had an appointment at the vet’s at 9:45 AM, and I did not want to be late.

But in my rush to meet Norm yesterday, I forgot something and had to turn back and drive home to get it.

When I got to the Whitby House, Norm met me outside, and he appeared concerned.

“I called you five minutes ago because I was worried about you!”

Oh, Norm, I am so sorry, but I had forgotten my wallet and had to drive back to the house to get it.

Why didn’t you answer the phone?

Darn!  I forgot to bring my cell phone, too!

I explained that I had been up since 1:30 AM with Holly Golightly.  She had diarrhea again on Thursday!

And while I was up, I decided to put together the night table I bought from Ikea.

I love a lot of the stuff that Ikea sells, but I am terrible at putting things together.  I know that my problem is that I do not read the instructions – and with Ikea, there are only pictures in the instructions – nothing is written.

When I was first married in the ‘70s, I was going to tune up our car.

I called my Uncle Ron and asked him if it was difficult to do a tune-up?  He said I need to replace the sparkplugs, wires, and points and said it was quite easy.

So, I went to the dealership parts department and bought the correct spark plugs, points, spark plug wires, and a few other things associated with an engine tune-up.

But none of the stuff came with instructions!

I remember it was on a Saturday morning.

As soon as I lifted the car’s hood and brought my toolbox outside, my male neighbors came over to watch and chat.

I quickly started pulling the spark plug wires off the distributor cap and then searched my meager assortment of tools and realized I did not have a socket wrench that would remove the sparkplugs!

My neighbor offered to drive me to Canadian Tire to buy the spark plug socket.

We stopped at the beer store on our way back to my place, and I bought a case of beer.

Now, a sunny Saturday morning with a few of the guys from the ‘hood’ does not get any better, and I was happy to have the company.

But, secretly, I was hoping at least one of them know something about tune-ups.

They were like me – twenty-somethings, full of piss and vinegar – and uninformed when it came to a working knowledge of automobiles!

So, after I removed the plugs and had grease on my hands and face, I took a break.  After all, I now resembled an experienced auto mechanic!

Did you set the gap on the plugs and points, Danny?

One of my neighbors knew that you had to do that but did not know how to do it.  Neither did I.

I searched the faces of the crowd of beer drinkers for someone to save the day, but shrugged shoulders were all I got.

After the last beer was drunk, I closed the engine’s hood and exclaimed that the car manufacturers were now producing cars with high technology – so guys like us could not work on them!

Everybody agreed and thanked me for the beer.  Friends always have your back – if they don’t, they’re not friends!

I waved to them as I went into the house to call a tow truck.

It was the last time I ever held a wrench in my hand.

This morning, I will have my oil changed and probably watch the technician as he does it.

Who knows, it might be a twenty-something kid who is just learning his trade and needs my fatherly advice.

But I won’t give him any advice – other than to remind him to tell his dad that he loved him.

And to be with him on Happy Father’s Day!

UPDATE:  (9:30 AM – Saturday) – Norm (the northern one) just called me to tell me he got the results from his recent bone scan – it is NOT bone cancer!  I was so excited by the news and happy for him.

This has been a great morning – my friend Diane from Bedford texted me early this morning to ask about Holly.  Two minutes later, Holly wanted to go outside.  She finally had a bowel movement, and it was normal (almost)!

And Robert called to say he will be coming to my place this afternoon for a visit.

I hope your weekend is starting as happy as mine!

Dedicated to my dad – David Leslie St. Andrews (June 2021-November 2001)

I hope my stories are a gift to your head and heart.

Hugs,

Danny

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Today’s tune from Danny’s library (purchased):

All Our Past Times – lyrics

I don’t want to be the one to say I’m sorry.
I don’t want to be the one to take the blame.
I don’t want to be the one to throw it over.
I don’t want to be the one to feel ashamed.

I don’t want to be the one who thinks of nothing.
I don’t want to tell you what you have seen.
After all this time, well I thought that you were mine.
I just want to be the one who would share this dream.

All our past times should be forgotten.
All our past times should be erased.
I don’t care how much it costs;
I don’t count the loss
As long as I can see your face again.

You don’t have to tell me when you’re leaving,
If it’s half past one or maybe four.
Makes no difference where you think you’re going,
But please remember not to slam the door.

All our past times should be forgotten.
All our past times should be erased.
I don’t care how much it costs;
I don’t count the loss
As long as I can see your face again.

Yes, I don’t care how much it costs;
You know I don’t count the loss
As long as I can see your face again.

Songwriters: Eric Patrick Clapton / Richard Claire Danko
All Our Past Times lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc

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An almost famous Film, Television & Stage Actor (as in almost pregnant) living in Vancouver, BC His other passions include cancer patient advocate (he had stage 3 throat cancer), walking with the Vancouver 'Venturers Walking Club, and of course, spoiling his dog, Holly Golightly. If you like the stuff he writes about - please leave a hug (or a comment).

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