Captain's Log, Spring 2020: It has been brought to my attention that the ship seems to be shrinking. The First Mate mentioned that every time he turns around, he bumps into me. He says this without malice, but his eyes say otherwise.
We have been confined to the mighty ship for a few weeks at this point, only leaving to go ashore to avail ourselves of provisions.
“Did you get the Cadbury Easter Eggs?” I snapped, as the First Mate unloaded the bags of provisions in the galley.
“Yes, I got the darn Cadbury Easter Eggs, but every place was out of flour – again.” He tossed a two-pound bag of chocolate towards my outstretched hands.
Who is buying all the white flour? Is there a Facebook baking challenge taking place that I do not know about?
We had inadvertently purchased a five-pound bag of whole wheat flour, thinking, “it can't be that different can it?”
It is, and yes, it is that different.
Thankfully, we know of another ship who enjoys whole wheat flour and will be able to unload it on… I mean, share it with them.
The mood of the crew has been uplifted by the daily sighting of the bright, yellow orb in the sky. The warmth of the orb has done wonders for our mental health. The First Mate has begged me to quit sharing motivational quotes saying, “Thanks, but I get positive motivation from watching funny pet video’s on Youtube.”
The ship has a treadmill in the hull and the crew has been given a booklet of free passes to use the machine for daily exercise. It is covered in dust, and underneath a pile of winter jackets, but the engineer advises it's in working order.
Join me next week as I share the outcome of the Mighty Sock Sorting Drill happening on the aft deck.
Stay safe and wash your hands.
Judy Kucharuk is a community columnist living in Dawson Creek.