I had a different post planned for today, but being the
coldest day EVER RECORDED in a February, I felt compelled to write about how
much we Canucks like to brag about being bred tough. The idea that weathering the cold is a badge
of honour we proudly wear with grace and good humour.
I can tell you, as a 9th generation Canadian, that I did
not wake up this morning with a warm and fuzzy, laugh-out-loud feeling about
scraping the ice off my windshield. Nor
were the words coming out in my frozen breath anything resembling
graceful. And while I can't speak for
everyone, I personally have never felt patriotic about shovelling my car out,
after the plow guy (who I swear has it in for me) has buried it alive, at 5 am
on my way out to work.
Anyway, that further got me thinking about my next
wish. It's an oldie, but a goodie...
The "I wish I could fly" wish.
When I was a kid, I had to walk back and forth to school
every day, come rain, shine, sleet or blizzard (I'm a Canadian, I could handle
it). As I would make the loathsome trek,
I would often think how lovely it would be to fly above the trees, cutting time
and avoiding boredom. I would do this
with a sense of satisfaction at having outwitted my mother who thought
"the exercise is good for you".
There would have been a slight conflict with the crows
because I had seen the movie "The Birds" by Alfred Hitchcock, but I
would cross that bridge later.
So back to my point:
I still wish I could fly, but not so much to get from A to
B, but just so that I could go south for the winter without having to go
through airport security.
Some of my Canadian
ancestors:
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