Last weekend I went to workshop on composting toilets and alternative water systems at our local community hall, where Gordon Baird of Eco-sense gave a pretty comprehensive run down of various options. In four hours he managed to cover the basics of composting toilets, greywater, rainwater harvesting, and alternatives to water use (permaculture principles basically) and I came away with a lot of new information (including the tidbit that hostas are edible – which I was surprised to discover).
I’ve been thinking about house systems a lot lately – both at our residence and the cabin – and as I’ve learned more about each component (water, septic, home heating), my opinions have really shifted. (Note: if you come here for the sewing – the rest of this might be a bit boring).
First of all, I decided this summer that it was time to get a working heating solution for our home on Gabriola. The electric forced air furnace was broken when we moved in and we’ve been heating with wood as a result. At first I thought we would stick with wood heat but a number of factors have become apparent during our two year trial:
So, I thought – we’ll investigate fixing the furnace – probably straight forward. It took me three months to find someone who would come and take a look (the local guys only work for the rich in the summertime). Finally, a retired electrician came and scoped it out in September – he told me that all four elements were fried and that the furnace wasn’t worth saving. He did this in exchange for a bottle of wine – so at least we didn’t have to pay for that bad news.
My next thought was – okay, we’ll probably look at going down the road towards a heat pump. People on this island are heat pump *crazy* – you cannot go to someone’s house without hearing about the virtues of the heat pump. (For those of you in colder climates – this is a form of heating very specific to temperate climates that rarely get below zero). I started calling around to see who would even service Gabriola Island or give me a quote. During that time I spoke with a great many people about heat pumps and this is what I learned:
So. While BCHydro would have given me an $800 rebate for switching to a heat pump – I was still looking at a close to $20,000 price tag to “do the right thing”. But this “right thing” it turns out – often doesn’t result in overall reduced energy costs because instead of turning their heating system off from May-October, people often just switch it over to a cooling system and run it year round for optimal temperatures. BCHydro even includes this in their online info – it’s not something I just made up.
Additionally – the annual savings with a heat pump over 15-20 years come nowhere near the $15,000 difference between the heat pump cost and the furnace cost.
So in the end, I did what I didn’t expect to do – but instead went ahead with an electric furnace (after much calling around because first I had to find a company who was willing to work on our island – and also one who installs electric furnaces which very few companies will do anymore because there is way more money for them in heat pumps).
The whole experience left me frustrated and confused. So confused – that I kept thinking I must be missing something. There is a clear imperative to reduce energy usage and relieve pressure on the dams in our province – not to mention the need for carbon offsets around the LNG plants (which are baloney – but that’s a post for a different day) plus climate change – so why:
Upshot is – I spent a month learning about heating systems and in the end came away with the old tech rather than the new (greener) tech – and that makes me all kinds of unhappy. On the other hand, we have central heat and that feels pretty fantastic right about now (since the wood delivery guy has not called me back despite repeated calls for the past two months). Also – I bought a system I could afford which means we aren’t incurring interest on a $15,000 loan which is what a heat pump system would have meant for us.
If we were doing a new build, or had a smaller home (that could handle a single wall unit) – then I would consider a heat pump more strongly – and might even discount the initial installation price in making my calculations. What’s another $10k when you’re already spending $300k? But as a homeowner trying to fix a problem, an electric furnace was our best option.
This post has really ballooned so I’m going to save my thoughts on toilet technology and rainwater harvesting for another post – because hell, it turns out I’ve got a lot to say on this stuff.
This fall has been lovely, but somehow everything feels a little…. interrupted. A result of much to-ing and fro-ing – to Vancouver, to the cabin, to Ottawa, to Victoria, and so on. In some ways I enjoy the variation in locale – but as I’m having a hard time maintaining basic routines with all this out and about and I look forward to mid-November when I am done with all travel (except day trips to the city for meetings) until the new year.
What that means is that while I’ve managed to finish a few things in the studio since September, I’ve not been much for documenting. A garment gets finished and it goes right into the rotation (or a suitcase if I’m on my way out for a few days).
It also means that I’m not writing consistently, which is a practice of some importance to me but does require a space around my days which I don’t currently have. Fortunately, this weekend I am going to a writing retreat with my old writing group, and mid-November I am planning a week alone at the cabin to meditate and write (and meet with our electrician). The simple act of setting aside this time feels right at the moment, even though both activities will take me away from home some more.
Earlier this week I finished my first piece of boro cloth which you can see in the photo at the top of this page. I started it back in September, but then set it aside and it took forever to get the last lines of stitching in. The fabrics I used for my first experiment in recomposed textile all came from garments that I made over the summer and I’m quite happy with the resulting fabric – disjointed, and yet unified by the stitches that run across it and create whole cloth from small scraps.
I don’t know what the thread winding through everything in my life is at the moment. Except that I am practicing being *in* my life no matter where I physically am and what I am doing – which helps creates a sense of whole from sometimes disjointed days or months. Meditation helps with that, and I’m getting to the cushion most days right now. Processing things in writing and photographs here also helps, which I’ve been doing less than I’d like.
All my practices are portable. Stitching, meditation, writing – and yet it can feel like such a struggle to maintain them when I’m in between one thing and another. I suppose it’s about developing constancy of mind more than anything – and that is the lifelong hill that I’m climbing (and probably just about the time I get there, dementia will set in anyways).
If there is one thing I’ve had reinforced in the past two months – it’s that everything resurfaces eventually. It might take twelve years, or thirty-one, or one hundred – but nothing gets buried very deep or forever. If we’re lucky, the stories we have lost will show up again before we exit the big show – but with no guarantees! Some things remain mysteries within our limited lifetimes.
Fortunately for me (I think), two such questions have been answered recently.
In August, my old friend Joe was arrested in Cuba and returned to the US after almost thirteen years missing. He was and remains a co-defendant in a case that involved other people in my life – disappearing from Seattle the day after a series of arrests in Portland in December 2005. Since then, it’s been a bit of a mystery to me where he ended up. The FBI last placed him Syria, and because of the extensive civil conflict, there was no way of knowing if he was even alive – but it turns out yes! And living in Russia.
He will now go to trial in the US, soon (as early as tomorrow, but that could change) – so it remains to be seen what will happen next. I’m not happy that he is in prison – because no one wants to see a friend there – but when I got a call from a mutual-lawyer friend with the news, I have to admit to a kind of relief. Like I was carrying around the tiniest bit of stress of not-knowing and now it’s gone. We’ve made a bit of contact by the prison email system and letter – and it seems he has carried his acerbic conversational approach through all these years. It’s a complicated thing, this re-entry – and I find myself looking for assurance that he is still the same person as the one I once knew.
In other news of emergence, my Great Uncle Ernie’s plane was found in Wells Gray Park, thirty-one years after he went missing in the summer of 1985.
My mom told me on the weekend, but there’s a news story out today (since the family has now been notified).
The upshot is, in June of 1987, my Uncle took a friend on a fishing trip up to Wells Gray Park area in his 2-seater Piper Cub (outfitted with floats). They never returned, and it was assumed they had hit bad weather in the area – but of course no one really knew.
In September, search and rescue crews spotted the vintage wreckage from the air when looking for a different (recently) downed plane in the area. The crash site is far removed from roads or trails – and Wells Gray is a pretty wooly bit of wildland – so I’m shocked they were ever found at all.
We always figured that he must have died on impact or close to it, because he was such a mountain man – we said, if he had been at all ambulatory he would have made his way out of the bush.
My cousins and I told each other campfire ghost stories about him in which he emerged in Eagle Bay after trekking for weeks, months, and then years – he was just one of those legendary bush guys living up there on his farm. Even though I was just a kid when he went missing – he sure made an impression on me, and all these years later, I find myself teary about the discovery of his body in a weird way. If his body was never found, then he might still be alive and trapping salamanders in his pond for me to look at, or giving me little sweet corns from his garden.
Apparently crews can’t land to look for or recover remains this fall due to weather but will try again in the spring. I expect a family reunion to repatriate those bones to the family plot next summer.
A lot has been emerging from the woods lately. I am in perpetual astonishment at what the world has been offering up.
Half-finished essays and letters are being constantly written in my mind – but not making it to paper or screen these days. I’m hoping that this period of alone time will be fruitful, but in the meantime, here is a picture of danger:

I finished my first fall wardrobe I had him last Friday. The Brumby skirt! This pattern has three options for length at an option for pockets or no pockets. I went for the midi length skirt, and of course, pockets!
The skirt didn’t turn out quite as long as I had wanted owing to a cutting mistake or two along the way. I have visions of midcalf length skirts and tall boots at the moment, this gets me close.

The pattern was very easy to follow and I made this up in a linen-cotton blend from Blackbird fabrics which I bought earlier this summer and fell in love with. One thing I will say about the pattern is that there is no ease. I chose to make the size 18 which turned out to be almost too small because I expected a little bit of ease in the waistband that didn’t exist. I saved the day by narrowing the back seam, and now I have a perfect, just right fit.
I would recommend this pattern for a beginnerish sewist who isn’t afraid to put in a zipper. I installed an invisible zipper by hand which was different than instructed. I figured it wouldn’t matter much since I don’t tuck things into my waistband and so the zipper isn’t a visible design feature for me.
I’ve now worn this twice, and feel like it’s a good choice for my year round wardrobe. Pretty soon I’ll be wearing it with tights for colder weather but can also imagine this in the summer with a t-shirt. Love the oversized pockets!