You know it is cool to watch everyone hanging in their groups .. groups by country, groups by language, groups by sexual preference, groups by fast food preferences .. and then there are the Canadians! We just sort of hang with everyone … melding, mixing …. yup that is us .. “The Canadian Melders.” We have uniforms and everything … mounty jodphers, beaver hats, hudson bay blanket scarves, cable knit sweaters with a moose head on it, maple leaf underwear and muk luks. The secret team handshake is a non hand shake – that is the secret – it is a head nod and “eh?”
You will see us everywhere hanging on the periphery, in fact, some of you have probably asked,“hey isn’t that a Canadian over there, hanging … on the .. um … periphery?” And your friend probably said, “No … that’s actually Grandma …. don’t know any “Periphery.” Grandma’s name is “Doris.”” Continue reading
Anyone can have a theory about how something should go. We have all heard people instruct others on how to raise their kids, or how marriage works. They can have plenty of ideas and suggestions, but until they actually get married, or have children of their own, are their methods ever tested? We also see where sometimes these same people find out their own advice was completely wrong.
The point is that nothing is really owned until it is “tested.” Continue reading
I am frankly tired of people taking offense at every little thing. It is a choice you make to be offended, especially in the absence of any real proof that the offense was intended.
People make mountains out of the most ridiculous molehills. And then they want to gather a lynching party to support them in their efforts to become offensive to the person they have targeted. Makes sense, right? Continue reading
Every day there is a little bird that circles the house and lands at almost every window and proceeds to spend a few minutes pecking at it’s own reflection in the dark glass. It has been doing it for over a year now . Today I sat back and watched it for a few moments and wondered about how it processed its daily battle with countless rivals, demon birds in the glass. He pecks and flies at the window with all the intensity and ferocity the other birds muster in their territorial conflicts with one another in the flesh. Sure this bird walks away the victor in every battle but as soon as he lands on another window, their is another opponent to take on … an endless supply of birds to fight every day in the endless circle he does around our house. It must be exhausting. Continue reading