When I came to the fork in the trail, on the Tandy Hills today, that you are looking at in the picture, I was momentarily confused as to which fork to take.
Head north? Or head west?
A perfect metaphor for my current perfectly bad mood.
I called my mom, when I hit the hills today, to do the Mother's Day thing. Mom was not home. So, I left a Happy Mother's Day message on their old-fashioned, non-cell phone answering machine.
I could have called mom and dad's cell phone. But that always seems not to work out too well. Usually they are on the road when I call their cell phone. My mom can't see the phone. My dad has to answer it and then give it to my mom. This has accident potential written all over it. So, I don't call their cell phone.
I have no idea why, but last night I found myself reading the Wikipedia article about the country called the United States of America.
Til I read it in Wikipedia, I did not know that soon after the Civil War, in the 1870s, America's economy became the world's largest and has remained so ever since. With China scheduled to become #1 by, I think, 2016.
I also did not know, til I read it in Wikipedia, that America is one of only 3 nations that have not adopted the metric system. America still uses British Imperial Units, like miles, yards and Fahrenheit degrees. Burma and Liberia are the world's other two metric system holdouts. America is in good company.
I remember decades ago learning the metric system because this would soon be the law of the American land. But, that law has not come to pass.
I remember when Canada switched to the metric system. Buying gas by the liter was confusing. As were the speed limit signs saying things like speed limit 100 KPH. That sounds so fast. And 85 kilometers sound so much further to the border than 52.8165 miles. 32 degrees Fahrenheit seems so much warmer than 0 degrees Celsius. 10 liters of gasoline for $10.12 sounds like a much better bargain than $10.12 for 2.65 gallons of gas.
Anyway, I have never been at all good with math, so for me, it is a good thing America has never switched to the metric system. Even though the metric system seems logical. Isn't the American currency method sort of metric?
I've got sun tea outside brewing a big container of kava kava tea. I'm hoping this will have a salubrious soothing effect on me when I drink some later.
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Sunday, May 8, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Being a Valentines Day Melancholy Baby Today In Texas Thinking About Washington
I am being a Melancholy Baby today.
In the picture you are looking at my house in Mount Vernon.
Well, actually, what used to be my house in Mount Vernon. It was sold in 2002.
The house was built in 1985. I lived there from then til I moved to Texas in December of 1998.
When I moved to Texas it was to a house I had not seen with my own eyes. I'd only seen pictures.
This morning's melancholy has me feeling a bit homesick for Washington. I think what got me started on the melancholy thing was Betty Jo Bouvier's weekend stay in Leavenworth, an Alpine Bavarian type village set on the eastern side of the Cascade foothills
There are no Alpine villages in a mountain setting in Texas.
There is a town called Alpine, in Texas, in sort of a mountain-like setting, down in the Big Bend Country Region of Texas. But, it is no Leavenworth.
I'm thinking if I still had a house up in Washington, I would move back. Having a place waiting for you to move in, makes the moving thing way easier.
When you live in Western Washington you are close to mountains and ocean beaches. If you're in the mood for a total scenery change it is a relatively short drive over the Cascades to Eastern Washington, with its more desert-like climate, turned green in a lot of locations courtesy of the Columbia River's many dams and reservoirs.
Going over to Eastern Washington in summer and fall you can get yourself all kinds of fresh fruit.
Where I lived in Washington it was about a 20 mile drive, to Anacortes, to get on a ferry to go to the San Juan Islands or Canada.
In Washington I lived about 40 miles from another country. Vancouver was just a bit further north than Seattle was south.
The San Juan Islands is in the rain shadow of the Olympic Mountains. Meaning the islands get way less rain than you get if you are closer to the Cascade Mountains. The New York Times recently had a list of the 41 places in the world you need to go to in 2011. The San Juan Islands was #2 on the list.
When I lived in Washington I took living in one big theme park for granted, because it was what I'd always known. Only when you move away, and return for a visit, do you really see real clear, for the first time, just how special the Pacific Northwest is.
The scenery, the tall trees, the air smelling like Christmas trees, all the fresh produce, some growing wild, like blackberries and blueberries.
The fresh seafood.
I could drive about 15 miles and catch fresh dungeness crab and dig horse clams. I lived 2 miles from the Skagit River. You can easily catch salmon in the Skagit River. Or any of the Washington rivers. And eat the fish you catch. Unlike the polluted waterway I currently live about a mile from called the Trinity River.
In Texas my big hiking thrill, which I will likely do today, is to hike some short hills. In Washington I could see the Mount Baker volcano from my living room. It was a short drive to hike up a real mountain. It was a short drive to hike up all sorts of mountains.
Well, I better get going if I want to get a hike in on some Texas hilly scrubland called the Tandy Hills Natural Area, so I can make it to my Valentines Day lunch at the appointed time.
In the picture you are looking at my house in Mount Vernon.
Well, actually, what used to be my house in Mount Vernon. It was sold in 2002.
The house was built in 1985. I lived there from then til I moved to Texas in December of 1998.
When I moved to Texas it was to a house I had not seen with my own eyes. I'd only seen pictures.
This morning's melancholy has me feeling a bit homesick for Washington. I think what got me started on the melancholy thing was Betty Jo Bouvier's weekend stay in Leavenworth, an Alpine Bavarian type village set on the eastern side of the Cascade foothills
There are no Alpine villages in a mountain setting in Texas.
There is a town called Alpine, in Texas, in sort of a mountain-like setting, down in the Big Bend Country Region of Texas. But, it is no Leavenworth.
I'm thinking if I still had a house up in Washington, I would move back. Having a place waiting for you to move in, makes the moving thing way easier.
When you live in Western Washington you are close to mountains and ocean beaches. If you're in the mood for a total scenery change it is a relatively short drive over the Cascades to Eastern Washington, with its more desert-like climate, turned green in a lot of locations courtesy of the Columbia River's many dams and reservoirs.
Going over to Eastern Washington in summer and fall you can get yourself all kinds of fresh fruit.
Where I lived in Washington it was about a 20 mile drive, to Anacortes, to get on a ferry to go to the San Juan Islands or Canada.
In Washington I lived about 40 miles from another country. Vancouver was just a bit further north than Seattle was south.
The San Juan Islands is in the rain shadow of the Olympic Mountains. Meaning the islands get way less rain than you get if you are closer to the Cascade Mountains. The New York Times recently had a list of the 41 places in the world you need to go to in 2011. The San Juan Islands was #2 on the list.
When I lived in Washington I took living in one big theme park for granted, because it was what I'd always known. Only when you move away, and return for a visit, do you really see real clear, for the first time, just how special the Pacific Northwest is.
The scenery, the tall trees, the air smelling like Christmas trees, all the fresh produce, some growing wild, like blackberries and blueberries.
The fresh seafood.
I could drive about 15 miles and catch fresh dungeness crab and dig horse clams. I lived 2 miles from the Skagit River. You can easily catch salmon in the Skagit River. Or any of the Washington rivers. And eat the fish you catch. Unlike the polluted waterway I currently live about a mile from called the Trinity River.
In Texas my big hiking thrill, which I will likely do today, is to hike some short hills. In Washington I could see the Mount Baker volcano from my living room. It was a short drive to hike up a real mountain. It was a short drive to hike up all sorts of mountains.
Well, I better get going if I want to get a hike in on some Texas hilly scrubland called the Tandy Hills Natural Area, so I can make it to my Valentines Day lunch at the appointed time.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Never mind the quality, it's quantity that counts
At the heart of a design rip-off dispute in Canada is the sweater worn by the woman in the centre of the picture above, according to this item on CBC News. According to member of Vancouver Island's Cowichan First Nation, it submitted a bid to knit its traditional Cowichan sweaters for Canada's Olympic uniforms but the Hudson's Bay Company decided to make its own. Say the Cowichans, Hudson Bay's version of the sweater embodies the elk and a maple leaf but lacks authenticity.Particularly galling is the fact that Vancouver's Olympic Committee has threatened legal action against businesses that use the Olympic logo or even use the word 'Olympic' but apparently made no effort to accommodate the creators of the Cowichan design."
Hudson's Bay has defended its decision and maintains that the big issue was obtaining a sufficient supply.
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