Our new place/ The Legend of Lucky

We moved into our new house last Wednesday (Oct25). After a week of living in it, I think we’re getting settled in quite nicely. At first we were a tad overwhelmed by a few things.

1. it was/is quite dirty
2. it’s on a very busy street where the Guyanese “share” their music all night
3. no more guesthouse where meals were prepared and internet was hi-speed
4. ants

After a week of cleaning here and there, we’ve managed to remove most of the grime. The noise is only bad from 3pm till about 8pm, the mornings are quite calm. We’ve mastered the market and Dawn has successfully cooked most of our meals. I’m operating at a 50% success rate thanks to a chicken dinner that didn’t go so well. Oh and ants? Well they’re still around, but everything is in ziplock bags and sealed up so they’ve been pushed back to minimal numbers.

I’m still having adjustment issues, but I figure they’ll fade away as time goes on. (Note: The last sentence has gone through a series of edits)

So now it’s time for the Legend of Lucky.

Dawn and I both bought bikes on Saturday morning. It cost $12,000 Guyanese which roughly translates to $60 Canadian. Dawn’s cost her around $10,000. We had ourselves a nice little Saturday planned. We had to purchase our bikes, go to the shops and buy some things for our house, and then hit the farmers market for some food. We might have gone to Bed Bath and Beyond but didn’t know if we’d have time. So we purchased the bikes, and headed to Guyana Stores. I don’t know if you all know this but Dawn and I have a tendency to name our personal belongings. All of my guitars are named, we named our car and even named our laptop. I felt that my new purchase also deserved a name. My last bike was called Nu Nu because that’s what was written on it. As we rode to the department store I looked down at my new ride for inspiration. The words, “Multi-Terrain Temptation,” were staring back at me. I wasn’t keen on sitting on something I referred to as “Temptation” so I figured it’s call it MTT until I came up with something better.

We arrived at our first destination so we locked up those bikes as best we could and headed into the department store. 40 minutes later we returned to our noble steeds with bags in hand to find my bike lock was all but destroyed. It was damaged so much, in fact, that my key would no longer unlock it. This meant that it was now chained to a metal gate and unless my kung-fu anger gave me super human strength, it would stay chained to that gate.

Now you might be asking yourself, “Self, what about Dawn’s brand new bike,” and “say hey, how the heck did you get out of that dilly of a pickle?” Well I’m glad you asked. Dawn’s keen sense told her that she should perhaps purchase a bike that didn’t have gears on it. There are no hills in Georgetown. It would make the bike less expensive and, well let’s face it, less desirable to would-be thieves and hooligans. Her bike wasn’t even touched. My silver 18 speed and fingerprints all over it. As for the pickle, Dawn stayed behind to defend the bikes with her yoga skills, as I went on the hunt for some bolt cutters. It took me one stop to find a guy that could tell me where I could find what I was after, and after 15 more minutes, I was heading back to Dawn accompanied by a warehouse worker and his bolt cutters. As we rode away into the sunset, I heard Dawn say, “I think you should name him ‘Lucky’.”

So that’s the end of the story. I would have told you about Legend of Clicky (Dawn’s bike), but it’s quite short and self explanatory. Stay tuned for a video walk through of our house and a monkey video for Dawson and Michael W. Harvey.