Happily Moiling Away

Looks like I’ll be in Watson Lake through at least Thursday.

I did a good day’s work today and have projects lined up for tomorrow , Tuesday, as well as Wednesday. There could be more work ahead, we’re all just taking it a day at a time. Today was not nearly as boring as the following might sound: I sorted recyclables. ย There was counting, hauling, and clambering around involved and the day went by quickly. I wouldn’t have wanted to do two days of that, though, so I worked a bit longer than the owners thought I would just so I could finish up. Tomorrow, I have to move some dirt around, something I’m very good at. ๐Ÿ™‚

I’m happy to be doing a variety of chores and to be outdoors. The weather is steadily improving, the staff is friendly, and I’m getting a taste of what is entailed in operating a major spread.

Hopefully, the water will be turned on in the park tomorrow as my fresh water tank was fully emptied at lunch today. I can haul water from the restaurant for washing up and doing dishes, but I’m looking forward to a proper shower! I checked the weather and tonight should be our last night below zero. The park owners are optimistic that we’ll have running water tomorrow, as well as a functional laundromat. My holding tanks are doing well, though, at only about half full each, which is remarkable since I haven’t dumped since I left Dawson Creek!

The territorial parks will be opening shortly and I hope to start staying in them when I can’t work for rent. Soon as I can get the generator to be trustworthy, I would like to try to stay my full limit at a park, two solid weeks without hookups, just to see if I can do it.

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2 Comments

  • Hi Rae,
    “Moiling….?”
    Am following your blog every day, living my travel life vicariously through you!
    Deanna (Petdoc)

  • Moiling, the Middle English word that means to work hard. Most famously used by the poet Robert Service in his poem ‘The Cremation of Sam McGee’: There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who MOIL for gold.

    Being the clever gal that I am, I figured that if I was ‘slaving away’ under the midnight sun, I might as well follow Mr. Service’s choice of word. ๐Ÿ˜€

    It’s kind of nice to have someone living vicariously through me after I’ve lived vicariously through others for so long. ๐Ÿ™‚ Thanks for reading!

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