A silk purse from a sow’s ear

A silk purse from a sow’s ear

“A silk purse from a sow’s ear”…my dad’s words in reference to what we are trying to do. I think he meant it to be a negative comment, but I love it! That is exactly what we are trying to do! And if we are successful, a lot of it will be down to the hard work and assistance he has provided us.

 

Today we drove into Sofia and put my dad on a plane for home—via Warsaw and Toronto, he will finally arrive in Calgary some 25 hours later. My mom will meet him at the airport and about 3 days later they will be off to their sailboat on the west coast to meet up with their Blue Water Cruising club. We are not talking your run-of-the-mill everyday sort of sailboat—but a 34 foot wooden boat that my dad spent 20 years building in land-locked Calgary and then transported by truck to Vancouver. In addition to sailing, this winter will be their first not spent in Calgary in the house my dad designed and built nearly 50 years ago. Instead they will stay on Vancouver Island on a little barge they bought and which my dad plans to convert into a comfortable LITTLE home.

I mention these details for two important reasons. Firstly, to point out the first rate expertise we have advising us on our venture—he may be family, but he is an exceptionally talented craftsman as well. And secondly, to remind my dad that we are all entitled to our once in a lifetime follies and frivolities—his being building a boat in land locked Calgary or perhaps downsizing to a tiny little barge at the age of 81—ours being an artist retreat on a 30 degree slope in 200 year old buildings!

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