Greetings from a windy and wet island!  My apologies for falling off the blogwagon, but off-the grid writing has been a challenge during this adjustment period.

We have been living in a camper in the middle of our forest property without power or water since May 1.  I remember going on some weekend camping trip last year and looking at other people’s’ camping wares.  Plastic galore, for convenience, of course!  Oh how that word makes my skin crawl! I am going to dress up as Convenience for Halloween! What would that look like?

Even on this extended camping trip, Nino and I are still pretty darn plastic free.  Our main FAIL! has been tarps for our leaky “home” and shabby outdoor kitchen.  I thought about all sorts of ways around this, but when the skies opened up, we relented.  I can say this however.  It is hideous and makes the camp look like a slum.  And annoying to boot in the epic wind storms that rumble through our jungle.  I can’t wait to be out of tarp phase.

Our other challenge has been to relearn how to shop for food…again.  Contrary to the city, we no longer have every store you possibly hope for within a 10-block radius.  In addition to the once-a-week summer Farmers Market, there is only one general store on the Island, which apart from the local food cooler, is your usual packaged offerings.  Well, even the local produce is often pre-bagged.  This should be an easy fix though; just leave it to me.  I’ll have it deplastified sooner or later!

We go into “town” once a week and don’t have refrigeration.  So you can just imagine.  But there is a will and a way at this camp, and we still eat healthy, good, food- NOT garbage.  Having said that though, cooking isn’t always a picnic.  I had the option of making Nino lentils or lentils for his work lunch this morning.  Neither in a rush, with tarp monster mocking my meager attempts. I went to the local cafe instead, where take out comes in cardboard.  Phew!  Lunch for a hungry guy, and one place that I don’t have to pester.

I have all kinds of stories that have been pent up in this brain, and now that I don’t feel like such a fish out of water, talk again soon!  I hope you’re well and still keeping on keeping on.

In my usual style, a picture to illustrate the problem.  I would send you a picture of our frightening camp, but because I am embarrassed, instead something else scary, provided by someone on the Plastic Crap Wall of Shame on Faceboook.  Boo!

If you don’t know how to use a knife, get a life.

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