11 to ?? July 2009, Lazy days on Galiano

I took the little Daytripper Bus to 'downtown' Sturdies Bay with the express priority of publishing the latest Scenes from Paradise. Got to the Central Grill and crawled under the rustic log bench to plug in my notebookette (or whatever those mini laptops are called) - nada.
Scrounged around a bit on the outside porch for another outlet - but, all occupied by a bunch of kids. Scrounged some more and found a whole battery of outlets in the supply storage room beside the toilets with a little desk conveniently placed beside the papertowel stacks, and plugged in - nada.
Pressed the power button to run on batteries - still: nada.
Publishing Scenes from Paradise for today: nada.
Back at the boat I checked again....the laptop battery was stuck in the cover sleeve, instead of the back of the notebook. Moral of the story - brainpower of writer: nada!
The bus lady was trying to let me ride free - frequent rider points I suppose - but with her fickle rider-ship I snuck whatever coins I had into her collection box, turned out to be $6, instead of the $5 official fare. On the return journey she handed me a loonie of change. Can't even sneak in a little extra....
Grocerie restocking day on Galiano was Friday; that's when the food trucks come over from the Mainland by ferry. So, apart from the locally grown goodies, there were ALL KINDS of things. Stocked up on cherries and bananas, Feta and Greek Salad ingredients...and local eggs.
The Galiano organic hens must have the most commodious bums in hen-dom...I bought half a dozen richly brown eggs today, and they were so large, I could not close my bring-your-own egg carton. Must be all the goodies they are pecking out of the organic compost heaps.
Restocked on 'Bounce' as well and stuffed it into wasp-nest-inviting spaces. The fabric softener is so toxic, and smells so disgusting to our little insect friends, that they don't even bother buzzing into landing distance of Millennium. Now, I - of course - have to put up with the cloying scent as well.
Zero tides again, many of the purple sea stars are exposed to the scorching heat during intertidal times - will they survive until the water rises again?
The cook from a local French restaurant brings a bag of 'whatevers' to the drying beach; the eagles, ravens and crows must know - they zero in on the offering immediately.
A boater in a small runabout got himself stranded 'accidentally on purpose' on the most romantic sunset viewing spot of Montague Marine Park, put up his tent (against camp ground rules, but it was late, and nobody patrolled the shore) and lit a little camp-fire. The latter not a good idea - and totally illegal - at a time when the island is absolutely tinder dry. Even cigarette smoking presents an acute fire hazard. (See BC Kamloops area now...1500 homes evacuated due to a man made monster fire) One could sniff the scent of burnt pine needles the next day near the tent. The Park Wardens shooed him and his Juliet off, after his boat was floating again.
Might leave tomorrow, might not - have all I need to stay until someone kicks me off this mooring buoy. $10 a night nonwithstanding.
Pictures later.....really, once I get to another Wifi.
Monday....pretty high winds, staying put.