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I Miss Winter

It is now late November and no sign of snow. Oh, maybe I saw about three snowflakes a few weeks ago drifting by my window. That’s it so far. The weather forecast is warm for all of next week, too.

The same thing happened last year. Except for two very cold weeks just before Christmas, the rest of the “winter” was a non-event. We ended up driving to Algonquin Park in January and stayed at a resort. They had snow but it was a four hour road trip to get there.

I remember winter as it should be. Back in the sixties, we got loads of snow. It was always exciting around Christmas but later we’d start cursing it. I recall at least three good snowstorms every winter – sometimes more. There’d be one in January one in February and one in March. You could count on it. I even remember a snowstorm on April 1. That happened in the mid-seventies.

Strangely, the trees still do their thing in that they turn their beautiful autumn shades and then the leaves slowly drop off. But where is the snow in Southern Ontario? Global warming. Thank God, I’m getting on in years and won’t live to see the planet burn up.

Our summers are getting hotter and longer with each passing year, I’ve noticed. Hotter, longer and more humid. On top of that, with the ever increasing number of cars on the highways, the smog is getting more dense. I wonder if Niagara Falls will form it’s icebridge this year. I bet it won’t.

Seems it all started a few years back with el nino. That was supposed to be a fluke. So why isn’t it getting back to “normal”? The environmentalists have been warning us for years but did anyone listen? No. Now, every former head of state seems to be jumping on the environment bandwagon.  Too little, too late.

November 25th, 2006 Posted by | Climate Change, Nostalgia | no comments

Coming of Age

Yesterday, I got two new pairs of glasses – one for just reading and working on the computer and the other – bifocals.  Yes, bifocals.  I’d worn readers for a long time but my distance had always been good – until now. 

I have to say, turning 50 meant nothing to me – I had a great time – Charlie threw a surprise party for me at home.  Turning 60 meant nothing to me – I had an even greater time what with the surprise party Charlie threw me at the Old Mill in Etobicoke.  But getting bifocals, well, that’s another story.  That makes me officially an old fart.  Furthermore, the room wabbles when I’m wearing them.  That can’t be good, can it?

How fleeting is youth?  Seems like just the other day that I got my first car.  Just the other day I started my first job at Bell.  Just the other day for a lot of things I won’t discuss here.  In the blink of an eye, it’s today and I’m a grandmother wearing flippin’ bifocals. 

I think I’ll go to bed and curl up in a fetal position.

September 9th, 2006 Posted by | Musings, Nostalgia | no comments

Last Night I Dreamed of Bismarck

No, not the submarine or Otto von, but my dog, Bismarck, a beautiful German Sheppard – long deceased. I don’t know why I dreamed of him but it was so real. I was walking him in the park beside our house after dinner, along with all the other dog owners and their dogs. He was so well trained and fiercely loyal to me, in his lifetime.

The trouble with dogs is that their life span is very short. Fourteen years is about all you can hope to have them and then they pass away. When they do, your heart breaks into pieces. You think you will never recover – but you do. While alive, they will guard you with their lives. They will protect you from all that may harm you. In return, all they ask for is food and love. They give you unconditional love. They don’t care how you look, dress, smell, rich or poor. They will lick your face first thing in the morning when you have morning breath. Where else can you find such devotion? Not even parents give such unconditional love. At least, mine didn’t.

Somehow, Bismarck always knew when I was sick or sad. He would sit at my feet and look at me. He’d put his head in my lap and look at me. He knew when I was happy and would bounce around, looking oh so happy himself.

Why he appeared in my dream last night, I don’t know. After so many years, for him to be so real to me. Wherever he is, I hope he is safe and happy and loved.

August 10th, 2006 Posted by | Long Ago and Far Away, Nostalgia | no comments