Sunday, February 21, 2010

Lord-Luv-A-Duck...!

Canada is known as the land of geese, ducks and loons (in more ways than one), so I thought I would show you my duck collection.

"Why is she showing us her duck collection...?"

...you're asking. Well, because I am too tired from all sorts of Olympic activities to post about anything even slightly stimulating at the moment, and because I love my collection of wooden ducks. And if you look closely in the background, you will see a couple of brass geese that my daughter gave me for Christmas one year, and when they're polished and the fireplace is on, they glow.

I also have a brass duck on one of my bookcases, and it was the first duck in my collection. The bookcase was built by my father, from a pine tree that he felled and had planed, and it is all built with dowels -- no nails. So somehow my little duck fits nicely with my bookcase. When I was a little girl, my father used to go duck hunting in the woods on Vancouver Island. My mother would cure the soft, down feathers and then she made each of us our own eiderdown comforters. My eiderdown was almost a part of me for years. I would curl up with it when I was reading or watching TV, and whenever I was not feeling well, my mother would say, "Go get your eiderdown, and I'll bring you a hot water bottle."

My eiderdown was paisley, and it resided in a place of honor at the foot of my bed. It was great comfort to me through many of the joys and tribulations of my teenage years. I have been pricing eiderdowns lately, considering buying one. Have you looked a the price of eiderdowns? An eiderdown made of pure eider duck down, such as the ones my mother used to make, cost between $8,000 and $10,000.

My Aunt Molly had two pet ducks named Lucille Ball and Winston Churchill, and I think that was the beginning of my fascination with ducks. And yes, I do eat ducks, and I love duck l'orange. So, there you have it. I am a Canadian, and I have a close, personal relationship with ducks. I suppose that makes me a bit of a loon...

Saturday, February 20, 2010

The Olympic Flame

This afternoon we went to downtown Vancouver to see the Olympic flame and to take part in some of the activities down there. All I can say is

Oh ...

My ...

Gawd ...


According to the news reports, there were over 2 million people in downtown Vancouver today. The lineups to get into pavilions were up to seven hours long. I have never experienced anything quite like this. It really is a once-in-a-lifetime event. It's wonderful to see everyone having fun and enjoying themselves, and getting into the spirit of the games. I took a little video of the Olympic flame to share with you. I tried to capture some of the feeling of the crowd as well, but it was rather difficult to do. Wherever you are, I hope you are enjoying the Olympic games as much as we are here in Vancouver. Tomorrow is the men's hockey, Canada versus the United States. Good luck to them both, and may the best team win.



Cheers,

Friday, February 19, 2010

The Land That Old Man Winter Forgot...

Once upon a time, long, long ago and far, far away there was a major metropolis called Vancouver, situated in a frozen land known as Canada.

On a regular basis -- at least once a year -- Old Man Winter visited this wonderful city and dusted the mountains and the city with snow, like icing sugar on a Tim Horton's blueberry fritter. The Lions with their white cloaks looked out over the land and saw that it was good.

"We will invite the world to come and play in our snow and skate on our frozen lakes. We will share our bounteous winter playland, and everyone will be happy."

And so, the world came to our city, but much to everyone's dismay there was no ice and snow -- only roses, tulips, azaleas, daffodils, magnolias, Japanese plum blossoms, cherry blossoms, crocuses, violets, pansies, irises, heather, lavender and bumble bees. It seemed that Old Man Winter had forgotten to pay a visit to our city.

"Where is the snow and ice?" everyone cried? "Where are the dog sleds and snowshoes? What am I going to do with this #$%^&@# fur-lined parka I dragged all the way from London?"

And everyone was sad. And the great pundits in far-away lands were very displeased with us, and they wagged their fingers and admonished us, calling our fair city a "swamp". "This is the worst Winter Games ever! You promised us ice and snow! Who's organizing this -- Doug and Bob McKenzie?"

So, while the rest of the world languished under snow storms and blizzards and ice storms and more blizzards and more snow storms, the fortunate ill-fated people of the metropolis in the Great White North frolicked in their tulips and daffodils and azaleas. But, being Canadians, they were very polite and said, "We're sorry. We had no idea we would have an El NiƱo, and it would be summer in February..."

And behold, from high atop Mount Olympus came the voice of the Gods The New York Times, telling the people of our beautiful land,

Canada — snap out of it! You’re gorgeous, baby, you’re sophisticated, you live well. No need for an apology.

There may be no more heart-stopping view in all the world than the glimpse to the west, toward the distant Strait of Georgia, from the span of Lions Gate Bridge, which links Vancouver to its northern suburbs. The pan-Asian cuisine of British Columbia, built around a bounty from the sea, forest and prairie, puts London and Hong Kong to shame. And the cheeky sensibility of Canadians — without the British snarkiness — is a fine colonial legacy. Vancouver is Manhattan with mountains. It’s a liquid city, a tomorrow city, equal parts India, China, England, France and the Pacific Northwest. It’s the cool North American sibling. If only, and this holds true for the rest of Canada, it didn’t feel the need to blush.

And the people of Vancouver were pleased, and relaxed and enjoyed the rest of the Vancouver 2010 Olympic Games, guilt-free and with a modicum of Canadian pride at being so fortunate to live in such a beautiful land.

The End

Plushenko Against Lysacek, Against ... Tiger?

If anyone watched the men’s Olympic figure skating last night, you would have seen the American figure skater Evan Lysacek complete an almost perfect routine, to win the Gold Medal. Russia's Evgeni Plushenko's performance was almost as good – but not quite. The two skaters are almost identical in their level of skill, but in the end Lysacek outscored Plushenko outscored by 1.31 points, 257.67 to 256.36. These are the dramatic moments that make the Olympics worth watching. One never knows what the dramatic story is going to be, and here it is. You just can’t get better performances, or more drama than that. And what was the headline newstory on CNN this morning?

“Stage Set for Tiger’s Apology. Can Tiger Woods Make a Comeback?”

Oh, puleeze...! Tiger Woods has decided to hold a press conference tomorrow. Let me get this straight – he’s a sportsman, and he is holding a press conference during a major sporting event where the eyes of the world are on the young athletes of the world. Can you say selfish? To quote Sports Illustrated columnist Selena Roberts:

"He wants to explain himself by holding a press conference tomorrow with selected reporters who will be asked to sit there in silence. No questions, please. The control freak in Tiger wants to tell the world he is a crummy guy on his terms, with his spin, uninterrupted. The serial cad in Tiger will likely feel the need to express contrition for being human, of course, even if most humans are equipped with restraint buttons. The Olympic athletes deserve a break, particularly those from the U.S. The Americans have earned their enthusiasm, and all the coverage and headlines that go with it. Now Tiger wants to eclipse their sunshine by crashing their bash with his own pity party."

My opinion of Tiger Woods is diminishing daily. Just go away, Tiger. I don't want to hear your lame excuses apologies for cheating on your wife. Just go away.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Knocked For A Loop...

The day before yesterday I had a bad fall and I am feeling a bit out-of-sorts. It's amazing how a fall can really knock you for a loop. There is a sidewalk here in Vancouver that had been paved with uneven flagstone-type tiles, and I caught my foot on one and went flying. Within three hours, the City of Vancouver had replaced the flagstones with slip-proof cement. The only person who helped me was a homeless man on the sidewalk in front of the store. He was so sweet, I gave him a $20 bill. In the meantime, I hurt in places where I didn't even know I had places...! I'll be fine in a couple of days, and I'll be back.

Cheers,

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

You've Got Mail...!

Just for fun, I have decided to try something slightly different, so I'm giving it a test run. I have noticed that some of the folks out there in the blogosphere respond to their blog post comments by e-mail. I like that. It seems very friendly. I like friendly, don't you? During my working day, I am often not able to go into my blog and read the wonderful comments from all my blogging friends, so as much as I would like to respond, I am often not able to do it. However, I am able to go into my e-mail.

So now, I have set up my comments section so that all your wonderful, fabulous, witty, insightful comments will come to my ... ta-da ... e-mail as well as to the comments box, and I can respond to you individually. I have set up an e-mail just for you. Is that wonderful or what??? However, it's often fun to have an ongoing conversation on my blog as well, so on days when I am still able to do that, I will continue to do it. We can play it by ear, and see how it works. Don't you just love that expression, "Play it by ear?" When I was four years old, I sat down at the piano and played "Mary Had a Little Lamb", and my mother said, "Oh, listen! She's playing by ear!" It always seemed strange to me. Well, we'll play it by ear...

Cheers,

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Moksgm'ol, The Spirit Bear

One day, a little boy asked his father "Why is it that all of the bear people that we have seen are black and brown? Why are there no White Bear people?" To the little boy all the creatures of the woods were a kind of people, and his father replied, "My son, there are indeed White Bear People. We have learned from our ancestors that in the beginning of time, "Whe-Ghet," the Raven, decided to leave a reminder that once the land was white with ice and snow. To do this he set an island aside to be home of the White Bear People, then went among the black and brown bears and made every tenth one white, and he decreed that they would never leave this island for here they could live in peace forever."

People were wondering why a giant Coca-Cola bear was part of the Winter Olympics opening night ceremonies. This wonderful icon was meant to represent the Spirit Bear, otherwise known as the Kermode bear. Spirit Bears are local treasures, and live only in the temperate rainforests of British Columbia. Spirit Bears are a subspecies of Black Bears and are not Polar Bears. Because of their ghost-like appearance, Spirit Bears hold a prominent place in the mythology of the Canadian First Nations. It is the belief of the First Nations that the white bear was put on the planet by the creator to remind us of the age when much of the land was covered by glaciers.

This wonderful painting is called "Salmon Watch - Spirit Bear" by Canadian artist Robert Bateman. I have never been fortunate enough to see a Spirit Bear. A few years ago I was visiting friends in northern British Columbia, and my hosts asked me if I would like to see a Spirit Bear. "Sure...!" So we went to the one place where folks are certain to see lots of bears -- the city dump. Unfortunately all we saw were dozens of regular Black Bears, scrounging around for their evening meal, and the Spirit Bear eluded us.

Spirit Bears are protected in British Columbia, and one of the Olympic mascots, Miga, is part Spirit Bear, part Killer Whale -- an interesting combination, to say the least. So, that's why the giant Coca-Cola Spirit Bear was represented at the opening ceremonies.

Cheers,

Monday, February 15, 2010

Happy Birthday "Phinnaeus"

Today is "Phinnaeus's" 14th birthday, which I find hard to believe. It seems it was just last week that he was born, and he missed being a Valentine's baby by only a couple of hours. When I first saw him, I was mesmerized by this tiny little blob of a human being. In some way, he seemed magical. If ever a human being could be a reincarnation of someone else, Phinnaeus is a reincarnation of my father. They look alike, they have the same personality, intelligence, sense of humor and innate sense of integrity. Phinnaeus is what you might call a "decent" person, and I think he will always be that way. Both he and his sister have that same inborn wholesomeness, even though they can sometimes get each other's goat on occasion.

Phinnaeus doesn't suffer fools gladly. He is an old soul, and even as a small child, he could often be extremely mature. I remember once when he was about four years old, he was sitting on the chesterfield, his feet didn't touch the floor and his arms were folded across his chest. He announced very importantly. "I love everyone I know, and I don't love everyone I don't know...!" It made complete sense to me.

As he begins to grow into a young man, he is becoming slightly more guarded, in an adult sort of way. He phones me every few days, "Hi, I'm just calling to say Hi..." and we have the most interesting conversations about politics, history, philosophy, religion, art, current events, and so much more. I enjoy our conversations because he makes me think. He's his own person, and after weighing all the issues about things, he comes to his own decisions and when he does, no one can sway him. I like that in a person. It sounds just like someone else I know -- I wonder who that could be ... hmmmmm ... let me think, let me think...

Phinnaeus has a wonderful sense of humor and a sense of the ridiculous. He understands irony, and he has perfect timing. He can do a flawless imitation of a cheesy 1980s aerobics instructor, that knocks me flat every time. Phinnaeus is a very good-looking young man and he has wonderful hair -- thick and wavy, however he keeps getting it cut really short. So, a few months ago I offered him $100 if he promised not to get his hair cut short for a long time. He kept his promise, so I have to keep mine.

Lucky Phinnaeus, he has the day off school today. What better birthday gift can a guy have?

Happy Birthday, Phinnaeus...!

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Winter Olympic Magnolias


I went downtown this afternoon to take part in the Olympic activities at Robson Square, and all I could see were the Magnolia trees blooming in front of the Art Gallery. Here we are in Canada, it's the Winter Olympics, it's February, it's winter -- you get the idea -- and the Magnolia trees are blooming. Is that crazy, or what? So, for all you folks still digging your way out of yet another snow storm, I snapped this picture today and I'm happy to share our Magnolias with you. Enjoy!

Cheers,

Separated At Birth

It has been a while since I have done one of my "separated at birth" posts, but I could not help but notice the uncanny resemblance between these two women. Is it just my imagination, or do they look almost exactly alike? Everyone knows the woman on the right, but perhaps many of you may not know the woman on the left. It would be interesting to see those of you who do know who she is. I'll give you a hint ... she is extraordinarily well-educated and accomplished, and when they do a movie of the story of her life, they've already got the perfect actress to cast in the role.

Does anyone know who she is?

Cheers,