Random kindnesses

A trying weekend, surely. A whirlwind trip up and back. It was cold there. Heating a 100 year old house is difficult at best.
I would find myself getting into the groove things, relaxing and enjoying the views, the surroundings and then it would hit me: I'll probably never experience this again. I ended today's run on the point, startling a couple of loons and some laggard Canadian geese in the process. Staring out at the bay, at Vancouver Island, noticing that there were still jellyfish in the bay. There were scads of them in the summer.
We played Scrabble again today, to pass the time. I think we were all on edge. Waiting for the death knell. Waiting for the ride that would take us to the dock and put us on the ferry for the last time. I used to leave the island and stand on the back of the ferry and watch that white house until it was no longer visible.
The circumstances were bad, but it was wonderful being with my family. It's funny how we all sort of segue into this natural groove. It was nice. It wouldn't have worked with any other dynamic.
Then a couple that run a B&B on the island popped by to introduce themselves to us before we left. I hadn't really entertained the idea of returning to Lasqueti, but the genuineness of these people and their easily affected happiness made me consider the possibility of a return.
Terry drove us to the ferry and we were greeted at the dock by Kathy and Laurence, long, long time residents of Lasqueti. Kathy had parting gifts for us. We unwrapped them on the ferry: beautiful cedar boxes from their company, Wildwood. Made with Lasqueti Island cedar. It was perfect and they were beautiful.
It is, indeed, nice to be so wonderfully surprised by people. To not be left alone. To be thought of.
And such was our trip to Lasqueti.