Mooning in the Marsh & Moving Mayhem

meeting our new neighboursRichard took the first load to Blue Belldon Farm this past weekend, driving our new used truck and trailer, the truck which we are planning to be our only means of transport, and the trailer which we were hoping to sell in N.B. We’ve spent quite a bit of money getting it ready for the trip. Richard planned to be there late afternoon on Saturday, and meet – shall we say – a close relative who has inherited a lot of the same humorously klutzy genes that many in his family have.  It truly does seem to have spread to all the males in that extended family.  Anyway, said male relative – let’s call him Randy – was to meet up with him at 3 p.m. at the farm and then drive him back to catch a plane to Ontario for work on Monday.  Randy had to, in his words, ‘take a whizz’ while he was waiting for my also husband to show up at the farm, so he stopped in our marshy area below Blue Belldon to have a pee, and apparently it “came out BOTH ends”. So, he wanted to clean himself up before coming up the hill to meet R. and the realtor. Thus, he proceeded to take off his underpants and hurl them into the brush. But then his jeans caught on a branch and he was knocked backward into the marsh. Fell right in, bare assed. As he turned onto his knees to get up, ass facing the road, that was when, of course, one of our new neighbours drove by in his pick-up, slowed down to see if someone needed help, and saw the first sight of the Reich family moving in to Blue Belldon Farm. Moon over the Marsh – what a great way to let the neighbours know we’ve arrived in our usual comical style!

For the trip out, which included mostly Richard’s garage items and power tools, Richard being a MAN wouldn’t listen to me about the tarps covering truck and trailer, and had to do it his own way. By the time he got to Kingston to his Dad’s on Fri. night, the green one on the truck was already in tatters like I told him it would be. He had to borrow another from his Dad – he also got a generator from him. When he got to Grand Falls N.B. where he was to meet our realtor, he parked on a hill  and put the emergency brake on as well as the trailer brakes. Both tarps were in ribbons by then. Then the do-do forgot and drove from G.F. to our farm (about 20 min up steep hills) WITH BOTH BRAKES ON. On a truck AND trailer we just bought and on which he’d fussed and spent loads of time and money on prior to leaving.      Both sets of brakes will need to be fixed – just hope not the truck’s transmission too!  Can you imagine if a woman (ME) had done this?  Good Lord, never, never would we (ME) have heard the end of it!  Anyway,  I forgive him a bit because he was exhausted from a 10 hour drive, and he has what we lovingly refer to as chemo-brain anyway, due to many bouts of the chemical crap in his body since 1996.

BUT !  Richard being Richard, that of course wasn’t the end of it. Then he and the realtor pulled in the drive and she went to open the big barn/garage door on the quonset for R. to back the truck and trailer into and there was no electricity to do so. There was thus also no light to see the fuse box. (It’s a massive industrial door that is powered by electric, but Richard being a cheap-skate, had the power turned off when the previous owners left last week, and didn’t arrange to have it back on until we’re out there next week) . Soooooo Richard’s relative “Randy”  shows up (with no underpants under his jeans and a red-face that wasn’t explained until much later)  and they haul off the generator that thank GOD Richard’s father put on the pick-up for us back in Kingston, and hook up a work light that R. had on the trailer with, thank GOD an extension cord, and it took an extra hour and a half just to open the friggin’ door and back the truck and trailer inside to await our arrival next week. Will men NEVER learn to listen to women – we’re all about thinking ahead, common sense, organizing… but no, Men continue to RULE most of the world and dismiss our ideas/advice. I’ve actually moved 27 times in my adult life, 4 times to different countries, and 19 of those times with just a pick-up and trailer. You’d think I WAS THE VOICE OF EXPERIENCE to listen to in this case, but alas…

Well, Mooning Men and  Moving Mayhem… it all continues again THIS weekend! Stay tuned!

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Woodpile Weirdoes

Feeling like a bit of levity this week: For those who know Richard “Pippi” well, it is not a surprise that he occasionally launches into silly song-and-dances or his own dramatic performances, either to gain attention from a small crowd, to wake me up on a dark morning, or simply because he’s feeling good and glad to be ALIVE.  Some of you have been unable to find our funny youtube videos that we were preparing for an audition on a reno. t.v. show, and this includes two of Pippi with his pretend chain-saw. It is one of his more popular party-tricks, I must admit.  Sometimes he does it without any prop (eg. the priming version) but, like the photo below, he will sometimes hold a piece of wood or the like to give the impression of a chainsaw.

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The youtube link for these weird ‘impressions’ of “manwithchainsaw” are at:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uIqnlROINck    and   the priming demo at:

Our other humourous audition tapes are here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gP0VNKooi5Y  and here:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WBbBqhihjdo , in case you’re fans of Richard the Ridica-LOUSE.  The latter explains the reasons/plans for our move to New Brunswick.

One of the funniest things I’ve ever seen or heard re: a chainsaw was when I lived in England and one of my good friends, Mr McEvoy (not Mr. McGarrity in the garden, see Maggie Muggins BECAUSE-WHY category, but close !) told me he was going out to use the chainsaw in his yard.  It was really just a hedge-trimmer!  I laughed and laughed… the Brits always think everything in North America is so much bigger, but in this case – how TRUE!

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McEvoys, Maine, and the Mighty Miramichi…

McEvoy and McEvoy (father and son) also run a wilderness survival/bush craft course in the u.k., and we hope to perhaps become amalgamated with them as they help us with ideas for From Paddle to Saddle around Thanksgiving of 2016 when they are coming to be our first bunk-house B&B’ers to try their hand at paddling in the Mighty Miramichi.

Here’s a photo of them in the rugged Yorkshire Dales, geo-caching and navigating to hone their wilderness skills. New Brunswick’s Appalachians will seem easy after this, I’m sure! Stay tuned for their sharing of wilderness adventures in October!

remy nav.

A funny reference to wood-piles/woodsheds (besides the obvious tongue twister “how much wood could a wood-chuck chuck…”) is Stella Gibbon’s famous, if ambiguous quote “I saw something nasty in the woodshed!”. When I was getting my degree in English Lit, a room-mate and I went to see Cold Comfort Farm and laughed and laughed at this quote, and proceeded to say it to each other in relation to almost anything, for the rest of the year! Love its ambiguity, actually – because it can mean SO much!

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