Thursday, October 29, 2015
A fashion don't
So, this is why one neither smokes, nor dyes one's hair after a certain age. This is Our Queen's representative in Alberta, Lois Mitchell. Hideous, but perfect for Halloween:
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Got a ram
Son-in-law finally got a ram the other day, after many hunting trips high into the Rockies. Congratulations to him. There are very strict regulations about hunting here, including the restriction against killing any ram with horns smaller than the required curl. A ram has to be at least seven years old to have a curl large enough to be hunted (his was 11). And the hunter is also required to have it butchered for domestic use. Here is the beast (sorry, can't seem to turn the photo?):
I know many people are against hunting, but here in The West it's away of life I have to accept. At least now I won't worry about him off in the wilderness for two and three days -- alone (albeit with bear spray) -- trying to find his ram. The success rate for bagging a ram is about two percent, so his is quite an accomplishment. And by the way, he caught a poacher and is working with the authorities to help prosecute the offender.
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I have finally had my little ceiling kitchen TV installed. Why it took me four years, I have no clue!? Twenty years ago, B bought me an adorable RCA set which was attached to a ceiling bracket and which allowed me to stay in-the-loop while tending to kitchen duties. "I've never seen anything like this," said the young technician who arrived to set up the cable this morning. He was actually impressed. Trust me, you cannot find anything that small and efficient these days; everything is flat and HUGE. And I will even be able to watch movies on it, should I wish. Here it is:
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I swim, but some runners seem to have a death wish. Saw an article the other day about how runners seem to crave pain. It came with this photo:
I rest my case.
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The following CBC interviews and announcers produced the following abominable grammar mistakes:
"If they would've went......" OMG!!!!
".....Alberta students......" This from the head of the Alberta Teachers' Union!
"One in five children are..........." Yikes! We all know it should be, "One in five children is....."
"I appreciate you speaking with us." Carol Off, 'As It Happens', every effing night. Hey Carol, it's "your".
I continue to cringe often.
More bad fashion.
I know many people are against hunting, but here in The West it's away of life I have to accept. At least now I won't worry about him off in the wilderness for two and three days -- alone (albeit with bear spray) -- trying to find his ram. The success rate for bagging a ram is about two percent, so his is quite an accomplishment. And by the way, he caught a poacher and is working with the authorities to help prosecute the offender.
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I have finally had my little ceiling kitchen TV installed. Why it took me four years, I have no clue!? Twenty years ago, B bought me an adorable RCA set which was attached to a ceiling bracket and which allowed me to stay in-the-loop while tending to kitchen duties. "I've never seen anything like this," said the young technician who arrived to set up the cable this morning. He was actually impressed. Trust me, you cannot find anything that small and efficient these days; everything is flat and HUGE. And I will even be able to watch movies on it, should I wish. Here it is:
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I swim, but some runners seem to have a death wish. Saw an article the other day about how runners seem to crave pain. It came with this photo:
I rest my case.
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The following CBC interviews and announcers produced the following abominable grammar mistakes:
"If they would've went......" OMG!!!!
".....Alberta students......" This from the head of the Alberta Teachers' Union!
"One in five children are..........." Yikes! We all know it should be, "One in five children is....."
"I appreciate you speaking with us." Carol Off, 'As It Happens', every effing night. Hey Carol, it's "your".
I continue to cringe often.
More bad fashion.
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Musings on the new PM
My kids and step-kids went to school with Justin Trudeau. They also played in the same soccer league, where I spent many hours chatting with his mother, Margaret. Trust me, he takes after her, so taking him seriously is a tad difficult. And I understand I am not alone. Many world leaders are convinced he is a light-weight. So am I.
I guess we're in for more abortion, more injection sites, legalized assisted suicide, no more jets fighting ISIS and burgeoning deficits. All very sad. This is what happens when people are sick and tired of a leader. Yet Harper has no one to blame but himself because he put himself front and centre -- not only during the campaign, but also throughout his tenure as PM.
Harper was the PM, Harper was the government and Harper was Canada's face to the world. I think Albertans were the only sane voters because they roundly rejected the Liberals under "Trudeau the younger".
Friends, we are in for some very bad times. With the hapless Notely in Alberta and the vacuous Trudeau in Ottawa, woe is us.
I guess we're in for more abortion, more injection sites, legalized assisted suicide, no more jets fighting ISIS and burgeoning deficits. All very sad. This is what happens when people are sick and tired of a leader. Yet Harper has no one to blame but himself because he put himself front and centre -- not only during the campaign, but also throughout his tenure as PM.
Harper was the PM, Harper was the government and Harper was Canada's face to the world. I think Albertans were the only sane voters because they roundly rejected the Liberals under "Trudeau the younger".
Friends, we are in for some very bad times. With the hapless Notely in Alberta and the vacuous Trudeau in Ottawa, woe is us.
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Canadian tribes, 1500 - 1700
This is what the Indian map of Canada looked like when the "white man" arrived:
Friday, October 16, 2015
Me and my rugs
"They are works of art," said Javad Karamkhani, master Persian rug weaver. He had come to evaluate our carpets -- carpets I was contemplating replacing! Having seen an advertisement for hand-woven middle-eastern rugs, I thought we should get a new one for the living room. "Geez, $4,000!" I said, looking at the sale. "That's a lot of money!" "What will you do with the one we have?" asked B. "Well, it's shot, so maybe put it to the curb," I ignorantly replied.
Except it wasn't. Not by a long shot. In fact, the weaver said it was worth at a minimum $7,000. Whaaaaaat? After looking at all our rugs, Mr. K informed us we had two Persian and five Pakistani hand-woven varieties, the Persians being far more valuable. I remember buying the latter at Beaver Hall Antiques in Gananoque more than 30 years ago. For the little 8 x 2 hall runner, we paid $750. It's now worth $5,000! For the big living room carpet we paid $1,200. It's now worth $7,000!
This master weaver will repair each, weaving strands in and re-finishing the ends with authentic, hand-woven fringes. "When did you last have them cleaned?" he asked. Never, was my ridiculous answer. So, we are having that done too. Apparently, they immerse the rugs in a swimming pool and then wash each delicately by hand.
Asking the weaver how popular these rugs are in "cowboy Calgary", I was surprised to learn very. "We get a lot of business from show homes," he told me, "because floors look so much better with the rugs." Yes, they do. And they give our townhouse so much.
Can't wait to see their true, vibrant colours when they come home and shine for Christmas.
Except it wasn't. Not by a long shot. In fact, the weaver said it was worth at a minimum $7,000. Whaaaaaat? After looking at all our rugs, Mr. K informed us we had two Persian and five Pakistani hand-woven varieties, the Persians being far more valuable. I remember buying the latter at Beaver Hall Antiques in Gananoque more than 30 years ago. For the little 8 x 2 hall runner, we paid $750. It's now worth $5,000! For the big living room carpet we paid $1,200. It's now worth $7,000!
This master weaver will repair each, weaving strands in and re-finishing the ends with authentic, hand-woven fringes. "When did you last have them cleaned?" he asked. Never, was my ridiculous answer. So, we are having that done too. Apparently, they immerse the rugs in a swimming pool and then wash each delicately by hand.
Asking the weaver how popular these rugs are in "cowboy Calgary", I was surprised to learn very. "We get a lot of business from show homes," he told me, "because floors look so much better with the rugs." Yes, they do. And they give our townhouse so much.
Can't wait to see their true, vibrant colours when they come home and shine for Christmas.
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Another sad tale
More arson on the Blood Reserve here. This time it was the tribe's main business venture, a hay processing plant with $2.1 million US in inventory destined for overseas markets. Throwing 100 people out of work, the arson also consumed the building itself, valued at more than $1 million.
That's quite a loss, coming on the heels of the arson which torched the first-ever native community college in Canada -- an $11 million loss. Why in G-d's name would inhabitants destroy their college and largest, most successful employer?
It beggars the imagination.
The other outrage is the lack of safe drinking water on 133 reserves, with 93 boil-water advisories in place for more than two years. Some, in fact, have been in place for more than 10 and a few since the 1990s. Naturally, it's our fault. But the truth of the matter -- which few people ever look into or acknowledge -- is that although drinking water on reserves is under federal jurisdiction, the more than $3.5 billion (yep, that's "billion") transferred to reserves from 1995 to 2008 still does not find its way to the solution, i.e., to provide safe drinking water on reserves. This is the fault of native leaders and it is chronic.
Why? Because local councils are required to build and maintain the water purification systems for which the money is earmarked. And this is where the whole ugly mess sits because obviously, local bands have not used the money for water.
It's outrageous and even more outrageous that natives continue to put the blame squarely on "Ottawa". It's getting more than tiresome to keep transferring monies to natives and having to sit by and watch it squandered to the detriment of their own people.
I'm really sick of it.
That's quite a loss, coming on the heels of the arson which torched the first-ever native community college in Canada -- an $11 million loss. Why in G-d's name would inhabitants destroy their college and largest, most successful employer?
It beggars the imagination.
The other outrage is the lack of safe drinking water on 133 reserves, with 93 boil-water advisories in place for more than two years. Some, in fact, have been in place for more than 10 and a few since the 1990s. Naturally, it's our fault. But the truth of the matter -- which few people ever look into or acknowledge -- is that although drinking water on reserves is under federal jurisdiction, the more than $3.5 billion (yep, that's "billion") transferred to reserves from 1995 to 2008 still does not find its way to the solution, i.e., to provide safe drinking water on reserves. This is the fault of native leaders and it is chronic.
Why? Because local councils are required to build and maintain the water purification systems for which the money is earmarked. And this is where the whole ugly mess sits because obviously, local bands have not used the money for water.
It's outrageous and even more outrageous that natives continue to put the blame squarely on "Ottawa". It's getting more than tiresome to keep transferring monies to natives and having to sit by and watch it squandered to the detriment of their own people.
I'm really sick of it.
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
My take on the niqab
Have been thinking and thinking about why I oppose the wearing of the niqab for Canadian ceremonies and I think I have finally figured it out.
I don't like it because the rest of us have adhered to Canadian rules, regulations and laws for generations -- whether we like them or not. That is what the "rule of law" is all about. That is what Canadians respect and expect. Why should people who have been welcomed here ten minutes ago have the right to not adhere to our laws? That is what pisses us off -- or at least that is what pisses me off. I don't care what you do in your private life, but in your public life as a "Canadian", obey our laws and regulations. Period, the end.
If one goes to the middle east, one covers one's head. As Canadians, we obey jurisdictional rules in other countries and we expect the same here. It's not about religion or gender, it's about what Canadians -- or would-be Canadians -- are expected to do in Canada. Heard an idiot on the CBC saying that, "afterall, Laureen Harper covered her head when she visited the Pope in the Vatican, so what's the big deal about a woman wanting to cover her head here?"
Well, the big deal would have been if Laureen Harper had refused to cover her head. As a respectful Canadian, she covered it to adhere to the Vatican custom of doing so. Quite apart from the fact that I find it demeaning and insulting to force any woman to cover her head, face and entire body, I am one Canadian who expects all to be universally treated and accepted. Women should not be effectively shunned and publically shamed by having to hide themselves. To me it is sexual. Do muslims think that if a man sees one speck of female flesh he will be aroused to the point of rape? It's completely insane!
Harper has hit the nail on the head and it is resonating with the public. Mulcair and Trudeau have missed the boat. Both profess to support women, but by endorsing the niqab they have done the opposite.
I don't like it because the rest of us have adhered to Canadian rules, regulations and laws for generations -- whether we like them or not. That is what the "rule of law" is all about. That is what Canadians respect and expect. Why should people who have been welcomed here ten minutes ago have the right to not adhere to our laws? That is what pisses us off -- or at least that is what pisses me off. I don't care what you do in your private life, but in your public life as a "Canadian", obey our laws and regulations. Period, the end.
If one goes to the middle east, one covers one's head. As Canadians, we obey jurisdictional rules in other countries and we expect the same here. It's not about religion or gender, it's about what Canadians -- or would-be Canadians -- are expected to do in Canada. Heard an idiot on the CBC saying that, "afterall, Laureen Harper covered her head when she visited the Pope in the Vatican, so what's the big deal about a woman wanting to cover her head here?"
Well, the big deal would have been if Laureen Harper had refused to cover her head. As a respectful Canadian, she covered it to adhere to the Vatican custom of doing so. Quite apart from the fact that I find it demeaning and insulting to force any woman to cover her head, face and entire body, I am one Canadian who expects all to be universally treated and accepted. Women should not be effectively shunned and publically shamed by having to hide themselves. To me it is sexual. Do muslims think that if a man sees one speck of female flesh he will be aroused to the point of rape? It's completely insane!
Harper has hit the nail on the head and it is resonating with the public. Mulcair and Trudeau have missed the boat. Both profess to support women, but by endorsing the niqab they have done the opposite.
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Would never happen. Never
A woman I know recently competed in a 10-K race and came first. This was a huge achievement because there were 4,500 runners in the race. That's right: four thousand five hundred. In addition to being the first woman, she was 13th overall. A very remarkable achievement.
But the timing was incorrect and she was mysteriously scored third woman. Why? Because the two women ostensibly "ahead" of her had registered for the 10K, but had only done the 5K. So, the computer chip had them first and second for the 10K. Get it?
The race organizers blew this first woman winner off -- including the prize money she would have received, a not insignificant amount, by the way. Would this have happened had the mixup been about the men? Never, ever, ever, ever in a million years. They would have turned themselves inside-out to correct the results and ensure the male runners got their due. The time was eventually corrected, but this woman who won has heard absolutely zip from the organizers.
This is totally unacceptable. If you think things have changed between men and women, you'd be wrong.
But the timing was incorrect and she was mysteriously scored third woman. Why? Because the two women ostensibly "ahead" of her had registered for the 10K, but had only done the 5K. So, the computer chip had them first and second for the 10K. Get it?
The race organizers blew this first woman winner off -- including the prize money she would have received, a not insignificant amount, by the way. Would this have happened had the mixup been about the men? Never, ever, ever, ever in a million years. They would have turned themselves inside-out to correct the results and ensure the male runners got their due. The time was eventually corrected, but this woman who won has heard absolutely zip from the organizers.
This is totally unacceptable. If you think things have changed between men and women, you'd be wrong.
Mystery delicacies
"What is that?" I asked on more than one occasion as I wandered along the groaning buffet table last evening. We had been invited to a fabulous gala to celebrate the 55th anniversary of Nigerian independence by good friends from our parish. Four hundred people in the room, there must have been only about 20 of us who were white. It was indeed an honour.
Calgary is home to many Nigerians because of the oil connection. Knowing that all the women would be decked out in peerless finery, I wondered what the heck to wear? One cannot compete with the glorious frocks and costumes of these glamorous ladies -- not that I wanted to -- and
not wanting to don black-on-black, as I often do, I dug out an extravagant pink boa bought in London a few years ago in an effort to attach "jaunty" to my outfit. I love this boa, but don't have many opportunities to wear it in "jeans/Calgary". The boa actually seemed happy to have been let out of its cage from the confines of the back of my closet!
The jewellery! Must have been hundreds of thousands clinging to necks, ears and wrists in that room!
What a great evening! The programme included welcomes by the Governor General, the Prime Minister, the Leader of the Opposition and the Mayor, which indicated how "Canadian" these folks are. As we stood for both the Nigerian and Canadian National Anthems, I was struck by how our wonderful country welcomes everyone and how each integrates while maintaining individual cultures.
Looking fabulous, B was singled out by the MC who came down from the stage, over to our table and asked if he had ever been to Nigeria. "No," was all B replied to the mike in his face. What he should have added was that his uncle was the commander of British troops in Lagos in 1956 and that one of his cousins was born there. But he didn't because I guess he figured the gathered would see us as "the British enemy", which I guess the Brits were.
"She's fabulous," I said to B. We were enjoying a performance by a young lady who was a very talented singer and African dancer. When they announced she was only 14, I changed my tune. I thought with all that makeup and exposed boobs she must have been 20! (When I was 14, no one even had boobs!) "Way too sexualized," I whispered. But this is a different culture with different values. Would I have allowed my 14-year-old daughter to expose herself and bump-and-grind like that? Never. Made me feel uncomfortable, but I hid it because it was all very normal in the context within which we found ourselves.
The custom is for audience members to go up on stage and throw $20-bills to the performers -- again, something our culture does not do. Later, in the washroom, a grandmother was counting the loot and distributing it to her granddaughters. What an education I had yesterday!
Here are a few snaps:
Calgary is home to many Nigerians because of the oil connection. Knowing that all the women would be decked out in peerless finery, I wondered what the heck to wear? One cannot compete with the glorious frocks and costumes of these glamorous ladies -- not that I wanted to -- and
not wanting to don black-on-black, as I often do, I dug out an extravagant pink boa bought in London a few years ago in an effort to attach "jaunty" to my outfit. I love this boa, but don't have many opportunities to wear it in "jeans/Calgary". The boa actually seemed happy to have been let out of its cage from the confines of the back of my closet!
The jewellery! Must have been hundreds of thousands clinging to necks, ears and wrists in that room!
What a great evening! The programme included welcomes by the Governor General, the Prime Minister, the Leader of the Opposition and the Mayor, which indicated how "Canadian" these folks are. As we stood for both the Nigerian and Canadian National Anthems, I was struck by how our wonderful country welcomes everyone and how each integrates while maintaining individual cultures.
Looking fabulous, B was singled out by the MC who came down from the stage, over to our table and asked if he had ever been to Nigeria. "No," was all B replied to the mike in his face. What he should have added was that his uncle was the commander of British troops in Lagos in 1956 and that one of his cousins was born there. But he didn't because I guess he figured the gathered would see us as "the British enemy", which I guess the Brits were.
"She's fabulous," I said to B. We were enjoying a performance by a young lady who was a very talented singer and African dancer. When they announced she was only 14, I changed my tune. I thought with all that makeup and exposed boobs she must have been 20! (When I was 14, no one even had boobs!) "Way too sexualized," I whispered. But this is a different culture with different values. Would I have allowed my 14-year-old daughter to expose herself and bump-and-grind like that? Never. Made me feel uncomfortable, but I hid it because it was all very normal in the context within which we found ourselves.
The custom is for audience members to go up on stage and throw $20-bills to the performers -- again, something our culture does not do. Later, in the washroom, a grandmother was counting the loot and distributing it to her granddaughters. What an education I had yesterday!
Here are a few snaps:
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| B and me. (The green thing on my glove is a re-entry band. Ugly.) |
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| Our host, Francis Igbelina |
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| Our gracious hostess, Chinelo Igbelina |
Friday, October 2, 2015
"Purity commitment"
"Pick your boyfriends wisely. Find out beforehand if they are sexually active because unless they share your purity commitment, they will eventually start the sex pressure."
This, among many other words of wisdom, was contained in a pamphlet in our church pew entitled "For Girls Only". Frankly, I think all teenaged boys should read it. It's encouraging to know the Catholic Church is involved in helping avoid sexually-transmitted diseases and unwanted pregnancies. God knows the world is full of both. Some other advice?
This, among many other words of wisdom, was contained in a pamphlet in our church pew entitled "For Girls Only". Frankly, I think all teenaged boys should read it. It's encouraging to know the Catholic Church is involved in helping avoid sexually-transmitted diseases and unwanted pregnancies. God knows the world is full of both. Some other advice?
- Consider group or double dates
- Be upfront
- Keep your clothes on (this one made me laugh because on first dates doesn't one tend to?)
- Define lines
- HPV
- Herpes
- Chlamydia
- Gonorrhea, and
- Syphilis
- Broken hears
- Getting a disease
- Becoming pregnant
- Hurting relationship with husband
- Losing self respect
- Stuck in 'sex-only' rut with your guy
- Trashing your reputation
- Getting distracted from life-goals (one of the reasons I kept my daughter in serious sports, so many girls drop out when they get involved with boys. Pathetic)
- Feeling cheap and used, and
- Cheating yourself out of friendships with guys
Thursday, October 1, 2015
Montreal tales
"Let's have Chinese," said B the other night. "We're right beside Chinatown." Are you nuts?! We were in Montreal and he wanted to eat Chinese. Really? So, it was French food for breakfast, lunch and dinner for a week and it was wonderful.
We were there for Concordia Homecoming weekend, B's alma mater (he actually graduated from Sir George Williams University, but when Sir George and Loyola merged, it became Concordia). I went along for the ride because I love Montreal and Calgary isn't Montreal. Getting there, as those of us of a certain age know, isn't half the fun. In fact, it's none of the fun. Schlepping through airports to gates you need a space shuttle to reach is a total pain. The whole experience makes me hate people even more than I tend to. Finally arriving at 8:30 p.m., we discover our room isn't ready. At 8:30! Probably a union-inspired problem, but this was Le Westin and I was not amused. So, the desk gave us a couple of drink tickets as pacification. After drinks, we headed to 'Boris Bistro' for dinner and I was amazed to learn that our 31-year-old waiter made annual pilgrimages to Ste. Benoit du Lac for meditation. You never know what people are up to.
By now it's 10:30 and we're back at the hotel and guess what? Room still not ready! Unbelievable, but true. So, it was a couple more drinks and we finally crashed. Next morning, one of my oldest and dearest friends arrived from Ottawa for lunch and we wandered through Old Montreal until we found a great little hotel with a charming dining room. "You are absolutely gorgeous," I said to our young waiter. "If Hollywood films here, you'll be switching careers." I really don't care what I say to people anymore and he really was drop-dead handsome -- sort of like a young Alain Delon, if you remember him.
Reading the Globe and Mail one morning, I marvelled at the page-one headline: "Pope Francis's...." I kid you not, they put an extra "s" for the possessive. The Globe and Mail! Pathetic. Swam in the little lap pool, whose glass bottom allows you to see down to the lobby. Much less boring doing laps when you can watch the comings and goings of various guests. Sitting at the bar one night, I started chatting with a very boring American who's with a company that manufacturers hockey sticks. But guess what? The guy doesn't follow hockey! Doesn't know squat about it. I'd fire him.
Got into a taxi driven by a Muslim man and got to talking. "If I had daughters, I would never let them wear the hiqab or niqab, never," he told me. Good for him, I told him. "It`s degrading," I added. "And simply a sexist control thing with Muslim men. I was encouraged he agreed. And don't even get me started on the niqab for the citizenship oath. Thank God Harper is forcefully against it. For that reason alone I'd vote for him, although there are many others too.
So, back in Calgary where it's jeans, jeans and more jeans. However, I have to say that today's fashion trends leave me cold. Some of the outfits I saw in Montreal were downright hideous. What are young francophone women thinking?! When I am the best-dressed woman at a huge dinner in Montreal, there is something wrong. Never mind, I intend to continue dressing the way I have forever.
We were there for Concordia Homecoming weekend, B's alma mater (he actually graduated from Sir George Williams University, but when Sir George and Loyola merged, it became Concordia). I went along for the ride because I love Montreal and Calgary isn't Montreal. Getting there, as those of us of a certain age know, isn't half the fun. In fact, it's none of the fun. Schlepping through airports to gates you need a space shuttle to reach is a total pain. The whole experience makes me hate people even more than I tend to. Finally arriving at 8:30 p.m., we discover our room isn't ready. At 8:30! Probably a union-inspired problem, but this was Le Westin and I was not amused. So, the desk gave us a couple of drink tickets as pacification. After drinks, we headed to 'Boris Bistro' for dinner and I was amazed to learn that our 31-year-old waiter made annual pilgrimages to Ste. Benoit du Lac for meditation. You never know what people are up to.
By now it's 10:30 and we're back at the hotel and guess what? Room still not ready! Unbelievable, but true. So, it was a couple more drinks and we finally crashed. Next morning, one of my oldest and dearest friends arrived from Ottawa for lunch and we wandered through Old Montreal until we found a great little hotel with a charming dining room. "You are absolutely gorgeous," I said to our young waiter. "If Hollywood films here, you'll be switching careers." I really don't care what I say to people anymore and he really was drop-dead handsome -- sort of like a young Alain Delon, if you remember him.
Reading the Globe and Mail one morning, I marvelled at the page-one headline: "Pope Francis's...." I kid you not, they put an extra "s" for the possessive. The Globe and Mail! Pathetic. Swam in the little lap pool, whose glass bottom allows you to see down to the lobby. Much less boring doing laps when you can watch the comings and goings of various guests. Sitting at the bar one night, I started chatting with a very boring American who's with a company that manufacturers hockey sticks. But guess what? The guy doesn't follow hockey! Doesn't know squat about it. I'd fire him.
Got into a taxi driven by a Muslim man and got to talking. "If I had daughters, I would never let them wear the hiqab or niqab, never," he told me. Good for him, I told him. "It`s degrading," I added. "And simply a sexist control thing with Muslim men. I was encouraged he agreed. And don't even get me started on the niqab for the citizenship oath. Thank God Harper is forcefully against it. For that reason alone I'd vote for him, although there are many others too.
So, back in Calgary where it's jeans, jeans and more jeans. However, I have to say that today's fashion trends leave me cold. Some of the outfits I saw in Montreal were downright hideous. What are young francophone women thinking?! When I am the best-dressed woman at a huge dinner in Montreal, there is something wrong. Never mind, I intend to continue dressing the way I have forever.
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