Author: Lkvy

I'm a Deaf vagabond currently living on Vancouver Island. Bicycles dominate my life, but I also make time for climbing, hiking, camping, and cats. And if I have time left over after all that, I write about it.

White tooth supremacy.

~ Lkvy ~ 1 Comment

Other possible titles were:

  • My bedroom smells Gucci
  • The time Laura picked up a 1,500-page book without realizing it
  • Spring?
  • Billy and the Clonesaurus

Meet Ol’ Chomper:

Ol’ Chomper is my newest flipper, which means I went from being three teeth down to just one. Two of my crowns were installed last Thursday. The third is three months away, as the dentist wants to re-do the middle implant. This means you guys are going to have to deal with more posts about the status of my mouth for the next bit. Ol’ Chomper is a shade whiter than the rest of my teeth, hence the post title.

Continue reading “White tooth supremacy.” →

Hot Tie.

~ Lkvy ~ 1 Comment

The cost wasn’t a barrier to getting on a seaplane to Vancouver, but an expired photo ID nearly held me back. I assume one needs to update their main piece of ID every five years so they don’t age out of their photo. Although now two years past expiry, my ID is still two years newer than my passport.

Cursory online research says it’s how one stays enrolled in the Medical Services Plan. However, it was not a problem when I ended up in the hospital last June. I’ve also had several doctor’s appointments since it expired, so I can only imagine I’m still enrolled in the Medical Services Plan. I don’t want to update my ID for three good reasons: it costs money, it takes time, and my photo is weirdly gorgeous.

That may be why the Harbour Air service agent made a small fuss. I pulled out my other IDs, including my recreation centre pass, to appease her. To my relief, the neighbouring agent took my side and ushered the first agent to print my boarding ticket.

Continue reading “Hot Tie.” →

All the hearts.

~ Lkvy ~ Leave a comment

Let’s get right into it:

On Tuesday, I received a text from my uncle telling me Opa was in the hospital with heart problems. I was told not to come and that he was doing ok.

My 99-year-old opa is in the hospital? How was I supposed to stay optimistic? I only had about 30 minutes left on the clock, so I told myself I could finish the bike I was working on.

I couldn’t do it. With 15 minutes to go, I bailed and walked my bike home as I was too distressed to ride. Upon arriving home, I crashed on the couch, exhausted from all my emotions. I woke up from my nap around 8pm and checked my phone.

Opa had a heart attack.

Continue reading “All the hearts.” →