Lulu

Lulu Island was named after a possibly Hawaiian showgirl, Lulu Sweet, in 1862.

Lulu is at home because she's sick.

Whilst I was drinking my medium-sized iced green tea at the cafe, Hans the Netherlander rolled in through the entrance in his wheelchair. He gave me a little piece of sugarless candy. He ordered coffee. He said that he was going to celebrate his friend's birthday at the Greek restaurant Kisamos Taverna in Steveston village, here on Lulu Island, at 6 PM, today the 28th of October of 2021. He called for a taxi. I once ate moussaka in that restaurant. I said that I remembered when Steveston was not so touristy and my mother worked in the bank there in the 1970s. Apparently, his daughter works at the bank there. Meanwhile, a big handsome white man came in through the entrance, then went in and out of the washroom, then took a coffee cup from the counter, then exited the cafe. I then said that I had to go. Hans decided that he would take the bus, instead of waiting for the taxi.

On the sunny 29th of October of 2021, I had my usual medium-sized iced green tea at the local cafe on Lulu Island. At the counter, Max the Chinese said that she was going to dye her hair purple once it has grown a bit. It was blue before she had cut it. Through the window, I could see that fresh teenagers were already celebrating Halloween with fancy costumes. At another table sat two Filipino men, one thinner in black and the other handsome and tubby in blue.

Rose, the Filipino vendor at the pizzeria here on Lulu Island, said that she might bring her kids to the haunted house at the winery for Halloween in 2021.

There is not much fanfare here on Lulu Island this Halloween of 2021. It is rather quiet. The pizza vendor Rose said that she went with her family to the haunted house at the winery yesterday. It was very dark, she said.

There has been no Halloween "trick or treat" for over a decade in my part of Lulu Island. Many non-Westerners live here.

On Lulu Island during Halloween back in the 1970s, I could fill a whole plastic garbage bag with candies from the neighbours.

Having lived with the city life in East Vancouver, BC, from 1996 to 2006 and having moved back to suburban Lulu Island at the end of 2006, I have had much inner contemplation since then. It is now nearing the end of 2021. I feel like a mushroom in a bog.

There are a lot of depressed Oriental women in my neighbourhood on Lulu Island.