Or is it Old Man Winter I should rail at!
Spring was sprung!
Spring was finally here. The grass was starting to green. The birds were waking me up with their early morning sing song. All was as it should be.
Then BOOM! Winter walked back in the door.
It snowed all day yesterday. Big wet fluffy snowflakes perfect for snow people and snow balls.
Old Man Winter and Mother Nature would have got pelted with many snowballs if they had dared to show their faces around here yesterday.
Perhaps they were upset because I forgot all about Earth Day on Wednesday.
Perhaps they just like to mess with me.
I breathed a sigh of relief when the ground stayed brown on my birthday and so they sent the snow to my big sister instead to ruin her birthday party.
Well, the joke’s on them. We’re not celebrating till next weekend when it will be brown again (it might even be green).
The snow turned to rain over night (messy, messy, brrr).
The temperatures continue to rise.
Still, not cool, Old Man Winter and Mother Nature!
I got up at six am this morning!
I am not a morning person!
My cat, however, figures once the sun is up everybody needs to be up!
She can’t watch bird TV all by herself you know.
I use to be legendary for how long I could sleep in. It would be noon and I would still be abed. It would annoy my mother greatly when teenage me would lie abed and not get up to answer the ringing telephone (when it got to the tenth ring I knew the only person who could be calling was my mother).
I don’t usually get up early. If I’m awake after midnight it’s because I haven’t gone to bed yet. The last time I was awake at four am was because our plane home from Alaska didn’t land until after midnight and by the time the parents were dropped off and we got home it was almost five am and the sun was contemplating rising.
I miss sleeping in, luxuriating half-awake curled up under warm blankets for hours and hours.
I am not an early bird. I will not get the first, freshest worm! (Ugh).
I am, however, learning to enjoy cat naps with the cat. No wonder she is up early as she naps most of the day.
I did not go out today to catch the first light. It was too early. It was too cold. Instead I give you a September Sunset picture and leave you with these words of wisdom.
“Learn from yesterday, live for today, look to tomorrow, rest this afternoon.” ― Charles M. Schulz, Charlie Brown’s Little Book of Wisdom
The big question on everyone’s mind right now is “Will this Winter ever end?” The answer is no. No, this Winter will never end. We have entered the next phase in the Earth’s evolution and it is Winter. As of April 1, 2015 we will have started the next Ice Age! According to Dr. David Suzuki “We (humans) have altered the physical, chemical and biological properties of the planet on a geological scale. We have left no part of the globe untouched.” Thus, we have only ourselves to blame for this new ice age and endless winter. One only has to look at the weather patterns to observe the depressing ever-changing weekly weather forecast. Next week we will have: Rain Sun Sun Rain Snow or will we have Sun Cloud Cloud Rain Snow. The only constant is Snow. The Snow will never leave. The Snow will never melt. All we will remember from now on is Snow. In the decades to come, Boston’s 110 inches will be hardly note worthy and Mississippians will be able, like the rest of us, to build snow forts year round as we all learn to love Winter. After all, we Canadians have always known that it is possible to survive the ice, the cold, and never-ending Winter. Bring it Ice Age! Wear layers. Cover your face. Leave no skin exposed. Completely disregard fashion. Winter can be fun! The only thing we know for sure is that the new Ice Age is upon us. It’s time to learn how to enjoy Winter or get use to never, ever going anywhere again.
It’s time to stop arguing before this article becomes truth. Have a good April Fools’ Day everyone!
Spring arrived Friday evening just before sunset.
Snow is expected today.
Thus is Spring.
Well, that depends on how you format your dates – month, day, year in this case. According to my computer (bought here in Canada) I’ll never celebrate Pi day as my format appears to be day, month, year! As we all know, there are never 14 months in a year so I’ll never have the opportunity to celebrate Π.
However, both date types are used in Canada – in French and in English and it seems, the default date format used by Microsoft Windows for English Canada for all-numeric dates (short-dates) is DD/MM/YYYY.
So, I guess I’ll have to either celebrate Albert Einstein’s birthday instead or set my computer to display my dates in the month, day, year format! I could do the later because, it seems, both formats are perfectly A-Ok here in Canada.
Pi day is, of course, celebrated by math enthusiasts around the world and even celebrated by math phobics like myself.
By making pie of course.
I plan to bake myself a cheesecake pie!
Is cheesecake pie?
Is cheesecake cake?
Does cake need to be iced?
Can a cheesecake be considered a pie only when it is round?
What is pie?
According to Google, a pie is “a baked dish of fruit, or meat and vegetables, typically with a top and base of pastry.”
Oh dear, nothing about cheese!
And according to this Google search, pies must have a crust and my most favourite pie to eat is crust-less, meringue-less, Lemon Meringue pie! Okay, I’ll admit this is just a lemon pudding and not pie but damn, it is tasty.
Celebrate Pi day with pie or with anything else circular.
Today is International Women’s Day.
Recently, on CBC radio the topic of our national anthem‘s gender non-inclusiveness, once again, resurfaced.
For those of you who only remember the lyrics when the music swells, here they are:
Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
The non-inclusiveness is “in all our sons command.”
The question put before the CBC audience was should parliament officially change the lyrics “in all thy sons command,” and replace them with “in all of us command.”
To me this is a no brainer. Of course, the lyrics should be changed to include all of us!
It seems, I am (as usual) in the minority here! Nobody (men or women) who called in supported the change in lyrics. This shocked me.
I am a proud Canadian. My heart swells with the music as the national anthem plays but still I feel the words conspire to exclude me. I am not Canada’s son. I am her daughter.
History is herstory too.
I’ve been a feminist for over forty years, this includes most of my life so far.
It’s a little depressing how so little seems to have changed.
History is herstory too.
I say yes. What say you?
Thursday, February 27th was International Polar Bear Day and Polar Bears International marked the day with a petition urging world leaders to take decisive action at the UN climate change summit in Paris this December. You can read more about the petition here.
To help spread the word, Ailsa at Where’s my backpack? took a look through her travel photos for shots that suggest environment in some way and urged us to do the same.
I give you sky, land, and water.
I hate basements. No, I’m not sure hate is a strong enough word.
I loathe basements! If I built my own house it would not have a basement. As it is, I only go into my current basement to do laundry as that is where the basement appliances live. Well, at least until I get too old to handle stairs and can afford to move these appliances upstairs.
So, to recap … basements ughh! Basements bad!
I grew up in a house with a tiny, claustrophobic dirt basement. Basically, it was a hole in the ground with a house atop it. It was accessed through the kitchen. Down there was the washing machine and various jars with glutinous forms glowing in the basement’s dim light. Here we stored the summer garden’s bounty (in jars and pits) to get us through the winter. We were poor, we canned everything we could – my mother’s mother even canned chicken as she had grown up (of course) before refrigeration and knew how to do this. Canned chicken is good eating!
The farm houses my grandparents lived in also had claustrophobic dirt basements. We never went in them. When they moved, their new houses had bigger cement basements that aspired to be rec/wreck rooms for the grandchildren to play in – we were too old by then to be really interested in hanging out downstairs as the gossip upstairs was always more interesting.
That first basement was avoided at all costs but on occasion I had to go down and fetch something for supper. There were salamanders and worms and spiders down there. There was a noisy, child eating wringer washing machine down there. I knew that washing machines ate children because my best friend missed half of kindergarten when their machine sucked her tiny arm through the wringer.
The basement was dark. It was damp. The light was turned on with a pull chain and you had to go all the way down the stairs to do this. If someone closed the door before you got there you couldn’t see anything at all. Many times, someone closed the door.
Someone, hah. Siblings – older sisters and younger brother – don’t we all have them!
They weren’t mean just sadistic as all children (me included) tend to be. I’m sure all of us, Gandhi included, have shut an annoying sibling up somewhere dark and noisy and scary! Though dark and quiet and scary is no picnic either!
Dark and scary. Dark and scary amidst scurrying spiders, revolting reptiles and supposed ghosts. With only a steep staircase between you and escape – no windows anywhere and why can you never find the light string when you need it most. Stupid siblings.
Why couldn’t I be an only child? But then I’d have had nobody to play with and during a tornado I’d have to hide in the basement with only a frog for a friend. I read, in a book about the Depression, about a farm child who only had a frog to play with. The frog laid quietly on its back and let her dress it in a tiny doll dress. Is this normal frog behaviour or was the frog shell-shocked by the tornado and just glad to be somewhere safe out of the wind and rain and this giant thing was, at least, trying to keep it warm and here it (the frog) thought contently “at least, I am warm and safe in this tiny, dark basement!”
My half-siblings didn’t have a basement. They lived in a trailer. A crowded, shaky trailer. What would they do if a tornado happened by? Where would they be safe from big, strong winds? Would they blow away like Dorothy did? I guess, a basement can be useful for some things. Like for hiding in. Unless you’re in a horror movie.
Do not hide in an old stone and dirt basement with only one exit if you’re ever in a horror movie. Okay! Got that!
So, to recap – basements are bad! I loathe them!
But, they can also be useful for hiding in but not if your life tends to impersonate a horror movie.
Okay, maybe, basements aren’t 100% loathsome! Maybe just 95% loathsome.
I still prefer not to have one.
February’s posts were inspired by the Ray Bradbury Noun List. I hope you enjoyed them.