Even though by the calendar spring is a few weeks away I am sure everyone has there own personal signs as to when spring begins. When the cherry blossoms (or Japanese plum tree) blossoms appear, when the daffodils begin to show some signs of aging and the robins are chirping away in the morning to wake you up…well those seems to be the internal signs for me anyway that spring has un-officially arrived.
This bloggin needs some personal discipline. Getting busy with life seems to get in its way. Thank you Gillian for reminding me not to give up.
Yesterday I had lunch with a fellow who has been living in Tokoyo for the last 7 years. It was great to see him (he usually brings me some neat thing from over there). His question, and one that every Canadian thinks about when out of Canada for a few years, is what is a Canadian. Who knows? The only thing that seemed to be very different for Canadians for me is their perception of geographic distance. We tend to think in terms of the number of days it takes to drive somewhere. Most nationalities don’t see geography in those terms.
Another question comes to mind. How does the randomness and chaos of the nature around us make meaning for each indvidual. When I look at a tree there are so many lines and paterns it is amazing. Look at a man made object and it just seems to be straight lines. But the mind seems to be much more soothed by the natural pattern.
And its raining again.
Should have gone fishing today but there was a ton of chores backed up that needed to be done. And the sunshine ended.
Yesterday was the day of the 2 hour walk. It is always interesting to walk with the iPod as the music sometimes brings what you are walking into a very different focus. Passing all those giant trees on Burnaby Mountain you have to wonder why every single one of these once magnificent trees had to be cut down. Think about it. In all the Lower Mainland where are all those ancient trees? We just see the stumps. Couldn’t those “pioneers” just kept a few for following generations? We’ve been left a legacy of stumps.
Politics is in the air. The signs are up just like the dandelions. We ran into our local NDP candidate and had an interesting talk. He has some interesting ideas. It should be an interesting election.
Finally found a place that sold Callard & Bowser Altoids – Citrus Sours. These are the best sour candies made. The label state “Curiously Strong’. There’s even an expiry date on the side of the tin. Yes tin. After all the citrus sours our gone you have a neat little metal tin for storage of you every increasing stuff!
Was down at Memphis Blues on Commercial for lunch today . Just amazing food that you can’t taste anywhere else but the deep south. And the blues music playing is great. There goes the cholesterol.
First and foremost about blogging with Blogger is trying to find a name that is unique, understood and easily remembered. But guess what. Most of the names you come up with have already been taken. So looking at the kitchen counter there was some tinfoil. Why not? But someone had taken that. Why not add “today”. There must be some sort of science to making this up.