The little house in Prince George.

I met a woman named, Laura, a few years back in Nelson when I was staying with, Mandy. She showed up to grab her car from the driveway. I noticed her ankle was full of festival wrist bands. I asked her what they were from and she said she had been cooking at various festivals previously that summer.
"Wow... That's like a dream job," I had remarked wondrously.
Little did I know that a few years later, I would be doing the same gig.
She had been recently house sitting for a friend in Prince George and invited us to spend a night or two. She decided to spend an extra night in Quesnel. So, here are Mandy and I, in Laura's friends' house. Finding it here was quite the hilarious feat.
I asked my sister's room mate, Ralph, to drop us off. The address in the text message was a little obscure. We went to the wrong house. Well, shit. Good vibes were flowing from the house next door, so we asked for help/directions. We met a wonderful woman named, Katy. She had a gypsy vibe and was very friendly. She gave us a cab number and chatted with us as we waited beside her porch that was lined with colorful hammocks, flowers/herbs and Tibetan prayer flags.
Hopped into the cab only to have the driver tell us that the house number where we wanted to venture to was in the industrial area and there were no houses. Shit. We sit on the other side of the street to think and make a plan.
"Maybe it's on fourth street," Mandy suggests.
We prepare for a most epic adventure.
I mention to her that Laura said there were heart shapes on the shutters. Immediately after I say this, she says:
"OMG right there!!"
Two houses down, is the house we were looking for... Sweet, LOL!!
The house is small, but BURSTING with creative energy.
The best part? THERE IS NO TV!!!
Upon investigation the occupant's name is, Arkell.  I'm on her Mac right now and she has amazing taste in music. As a token of our appreciation, Mandy and I have made a piece of art for her in which the medium consists of pencil, Sharpie, crayon, and marker. If only I had a camera-- I would post a photo of it. It is so beautiful, vibrant and flowing.
Her space is set up for an artist studio.... Something I long to create when Tom and I move in together.
She has a little bin of knitted moustaches!! What a lady, I must say... Would love to meet her.
In small northern towns... There's not a whole lot to do besides get drunk. My mother advised me to not walk around alone after dark... These northern towns can be very boring.
BUT! There is a yoga studio nearby and hopefully we can hit up an aquatic center.

If anyone wants me to send them a postcard, forward your address to my e-mail: shar_kitty@hotmail.com.

Thanks for reading, till next time...
Shar kitty