Canada is Cool

How cool is it?

It’s SO cool the following things have been reported on social media:

– Some guy was seen cleaning the snow off his windshield with a hockey stick.

– Some other guy was seen shovelling snow off his sidewalk with a lawn chair.

No fried brains here. Just frozen ones.

In other cold related news, the Calgary Zoo had to cancel their penguin walk yesterday, because king penguins get stressed out in extreme temperatures. Well, don’t we all.

The sun was shining at our house today, but the air is bitterly cold. Like -35 to -40 C depending on where you are and how much wind there is and what snowbank you’re trying to get your vehicle out of. This is when the snow gets crunchy and squeaky and hard as rock if you let it get packed.

Better temperatures are on the way though, so we can slowly thaw out next week.

We are almost at the halfway mark for January!

Look how happy I am about that.

Hockeyeur

W has been following the 2020 World Junior Hockey tournament since it began in December, but had a movie playing on tv this afternoon instead of tuning in to the Canada vs Russia gold medal game. I asked him why. He said “I can’t watch it.”

I know the feeling. Too stressful even if the outcome hardly affects you personally.

I was totally prepared to celebrate a silver medal victory, especially since Russia had already trounced Canada 6-0 in their first game. Didn’t look good when they were down 3-0 starting the 3rd period. But Canada came back to win it 4-3. So now we can all scream and yell and hoot and holler and generally freak out about how amazing Canada is at hockey. Which we would still have been with a silver medal, but nobody goes batshit crazy over second place. Congrats to the Russian players anyway. They certainly deserved to be there.

Isn’t hockeyeur a great word? It came up on my predictive text. No idea why my predictive thinks I might suddenly decide to express myself in a different language. English is a big enough challenge. The word means hockey player.

hockeyeur (nom) féminin hockeyeuse

Joueur de hockey sur gazon ou sur glace, un sport qui consiste à faireentrer un palet dans un but avec une crosse.

(Player of hockey on field or ice, game consists of shooting a puck/ball into a net with a stick).  Makes the sport sound rather dull.

Anyway, lovely for Canadians to get some happy news and something to cheer about. There’s been a bit of a drought for that kind of thing lately, knowing crazy things happening in the world will no doubt have global consequences and repercussions. We are all part of the globe.

How do you like cartoon (Bitmoji) me up there? Like I might actually be able to skate fast enough to shoot ice into the atmosphere when coming to an abrupt stop. And not wearing a helmet! And smiling while wearing skates! Quite the fantasy. But cute. Cuteness is a big plus.

 

Fridge Art

You are never too old to adorn your grandma’s fridge with priceless art.

Not sure what’s up with that horse in a dust storm. I didn’t ask.

Whoever Carla is, poor girl needs some serious dental work.

I love the creations done by keeping your pencil on the paper until your main picture is complete.

And Madison doesn’t look like that at all in real life. Unless there’s some secret transformation I’m missing.

This is my new fridge, by the way. Never had a door handle this long before. Lots more area to wipe for sticky finger and hand prints. First time I’ve had a bottom freezer too. So far, big thumbs up.

Another January Day

I know what our next door neighbour did yesterday – pranced around on his front lawn in a t-shirt.  Okay, he wasn’t actually prancing.  More like zipping out to his car for something and then taking his sweet time going back inside because it was relatively sunny and warm here on the first day of the new year.  And by warm I mean around the freezing mark.

Sorry that’s all I’ve got on him.  Just happened to see him briefly from my front window and have no idea how he spent the rest of his day.  Here in the late afternoon we were feasting on an awesome vegetarian lasagna made by my son.  We didn’t have the whole gang because life and work and other priorities take people in different directions.  I’m always happy to see whoever drops in.  Especially when they bring food.

This morning the wind woke me up early and has been blustering away all day, blowing snow off the roof tops and the trees and depositing it in our driveway.  No t-shirts noted anywhere on the block.  Colder weather is forecast for next week.  I wish we could send some of it (minus the wind) to Australia.  Along with a ton of rain.  I fear the devastating disasters in store for all of us if we don’t take the climate crisis seriously.

But I won’t get myself started on that tonight.  I’ll tell you what I’m happy about instead.

– all the Christmas leftovers are gone

– except for some fudge and butter tarts, and W is taking care of those

– all the decorations are boxed up and put away

– except for the outdoor lights, but W is taking care of those too, probably by February at the very latest

– we have had our youngest three grandchildren around sporadically for almost two weeks.  We find them interesting and they find us boring, and that’s how these relationships usually work with the very young and the very old.  I suppose we could try to be less boring.  There’s a thought.

– I love quiet evenings inside where it’s warm, a hot drink before bed, reading until the kindle falls out of my hand and I can’t keep my eyes open.  Simple pleasures.  I’ve already said boring, no reason to repeat it.

This month always seems to go relentlessly on and on until you swear it’s never going to end.  Sort of like a pregnancy in the ninth month.  My doctor told me she’d never heard of a pregnancy that didn’t terminate (how reassuring) and I guess that applies to Januaries as well.

Two days down, eleventy seven to go.

Yes I Did Make a Lemon Pig

I saw Lemon Pig( #LemonPig )trending on Twitter.  People claim it’s supposed to bring you good luck in the new year.

So I had this old lemon in the fridge, and toothpicks and a quarter.  Just all sort of fell into place.  Although the tinfoil tail was a challenge.

I guess now we wait.

Trying to decide if this is the most excitement I’ve had on New Years Eve in my life.

Two out of three monkeys are not impressed.

Looking Back and Going Forward

Sometimes I talk like I’m ancient and on deaths door. When I’m gone, before I die, life is short, time to downsize so my kids aren’t left with this colossal mess….stuff like that.  Pretty sure it’s annoying, and not a particularly healthy state of mind to be in for long stretches of time.  Especially considering I’m seventy, not a hundred and ten.

It no doubt comes from a lifetime of worrying about every possible disastrous outcome to even ordinary situations and scenarios.  Unusual ones just raise my anxiety level further.   I like to be ridiculously prepared for everything.  Not a fan of surprises, even if they’re pleasant.  I truly try to live in the moment, breathe deeply, let things go, calm my mind, count my blessings, be grateful for everything I have.  Most of the time I’m really good at that.

But I’m always working on limiting those doom and gloom moments.  One of the biggest reasons for neglecting my writing so much in the last three years or so – people died.  Every time I felt like sitting down to say some profound thing or other, someone much too young to leave this world did just that.  And I was struck dumb and numb, contemplating my own mortality and how fragile we all are, no matter where we are in our lives.  My wonderful father-in-law died in October.  He was 97.  We had a lovely visit with him a couple of weeks prior, and to me it felt like he was just kind of done with it all. Not sad or unhappy, just tired.  So his passing wasn’t unexpected.  Sad of course and he is missed, but I think he had a good life all in all.  It’s the untimely ones that leave me stunned.  They’re the tragedies.  And OMG you just never know!

See how easy that is?  We could all die tomorrow!

Also I have a lot of time on my hands to read the news.  I don’t recommend it actually.  A huge percentage of it is bad and less than truthful.  Misleading and hateful rhetoric is all the rage.  It’s hard not to get sucked in by it all.  But I’m not a fighter.  Passive aggressive for sure, but not a screamer fixing to bash your brains in.  Love and kindness always win in the end, don’t they?  We’re all doomed to hell if they don’t.

And that’s my pep talk for today!  Hope you found it enlightening.  Not totally surprised if you didn’t.  Be kind either way.

Sharing My World 85

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Share Your World 12/23/19

I’m way out of the loop on this world sharing thing, but I’ve missed it a lot.  So here goes my Christmas sharing, a week after we’re all sick to death of the holiday and just want the house to magically return to normal.

Have you ever had to work on Christmas Day?

Every woman I know works her butt off before, during and after the day of, and likely the month before that. We work so hard we lose our sense of proper grammar, among other things.  So yes, I have had to work on Christmas Day, but never out of my home at a paying job that I can remember.  That would be like taking the day off I think.

If someone gifts you something that you immediately loathe, do you pretend to really like it anyway or are you brutally honest about your opinion?

Trying to imagine immediately loathing something.  A snake perhaps?  That would be a loathsome thing to receive.  And might prompt me to be brutally honest for once in my life.  Mostly I’m so touched by the gesture I don’t even care what it is.  If it’s really out to lunch I would rather not pretend it isn’t, but just profusely thank the gift giver for thinking of me.  And maybe silently ponder what the heck goes on in their heads.  Smiling the whole time of course.  Because gifts.  Everybody loves gifts.

This year we were spoiled beyond belief with a new iPad for me and a laptop for W.  We were eventually going to get around to making those purchases ourselves, but we just bought a new fridge, and we need our dishwasher replaced, and you know, priorities.  It was the best surprise EVER and I’m still over the moon.  That should be good for the next 20 years worth of gifts from our kids.   I’m serious.  Spoiled rotten.  It feels really good.

Which popular drink, found during the Christmas season most often, is called “milk punch?”

Oh, gah, must be egg nog.  Now there’s something disgustingly loathe-worthy.  I don’t care what you do to it, it’s still raw eggs.  I get a little gaggy just thinking about it.

How many ghosts show up during “A Christmas Carol?” 

Who started making these questions so hard?  Was it three?  Present, past and future?  Was there another one in there that I’ve missed?  Do I fail this one?  When in doubt, just answer a question with five more questions.  And then change the subject.

Are you all about the holly and jolly or more about remembering the alleged ‘true’ meaning of Christmas?    

Our Christmases have evolved over the years, that’s for sure.  I grew up going to church and singing all the carols and playing parts in the nativity scene.  I was a shepherd once, that was the worst costume ever.  But there was also always Santa and presents and decorations and food.  The Christian part of the holiday has been relegated to the background, but really, isn’t it all about caring and sharing, love and goodwill and kindness and fun?   I think we do that around here pretty well.

Please share a memory or thought about the holiday season if you’d like, whatever kind of celebration you may observe. 

That stuff I said in the beginning about Christmas being so much work?  It’s not that bad really.  I’m just old and cranky when I get tired.  Every year I get so much help I really have no reason to complain. You can make it as simple or as crazy as you want.  I sent out hardly any cards this time around, and bought NO wrapping paper at all. I find people are very unlikely to open up an envelope containing cash and immediately loathe it. There are five teenagers now and grandma and grandpa are not going to risk buying anything for them that they have to pretend to like.  Because that would definitely happen.

I’m quite enjoying our more adult Christmases.  Less fighting and crying and running around yelling is always nice.  I was going to say I miss having little ones for the holidays but I think I just talked myself right out of that one.  Whew.

Now I cant wait to take the tree down.  I’m done.  Over and out.  Love to all.