It snowed all day yesterday. We ended up with a lot of it despite the weather forecasts that said ‘flurries’. It snowed and blowed, and it was another long day without the sun which we haven’t seen in about a week. But this morning when we got up, the skies were blue, the sun found its way out of the clouds and the wee birdies were chirping because they found their birdseed under all the snow (and ice).
It was much too nice to stay indoors, so Klem and I put our woolies on and headed off to Cannington for their annual Dog Sled Racing and Winter Carnival event. This is their 8th year to sponsor this event and it looks like it’s well-organized. There’s $10,000 up for grabs, as four and six dog teams compete in back-to-back racing all weekend long. In between heats, there’s dog sled rides, an exotic petting zoo, face painting, snowshoeing to try and more. There’s also a Saturday night Comedy Night and the Beer Garden has great bands lined up to while away a few hours. There is definitely something for everyone.
There were colourful glimpses of history with Aboriginal people sporting their various regalia. The First Nation and Metis people demonstrated fur trade artifacts, survival teachings, storytelling, musical performances and traditional foods.
Unfortunately this year the snow came too late and the races were cancelled. It didn’t matter though, it didn’t stop anyone from coming out and enjoy all the events. We watched the Jamaican team dogs get ready to do a practice run, and we even learned a few mush terms, like Gee – turn left; Hike – get moving and On By! – pass another team or other distractions.
We’re marking the dates on next years calendar and although I must say that I never, ever thought I’d live the day to say this… “please pray for snow for next year’s event!”
This is Thomas.
… is a good guy
…. is a hard worker
… has a great sense of humour
… is a loyal friend
… is kind and sensitive
… is a late sleeper
… has learned that self-responsibility is important
…. is proud of his Grand AM GT, even if the doors don’t always work 😦
… is considerate (most of the time :))
… has great empathy for others
… often does for others before himself
… is looking for a job, then maybe looking for school
… loves his family and friends
…. loves his girlfriend
… is kind towards animals, especially those abandoned or hurt
… would rather talk than fight, but will stand his ground
… is not an angel
… has learned the importance of family
… is stubborn
… loves to tease
… is a great son
If you see Tom be sure to say hi, you’ll be glad you did!
A recent passing of a family member prompted me to go through our family pictures that have been handed down and stored away. You know the kind, where they’ve been tucked away in dusty shoe boxes, tin boxes, cigar boxes. I discovered that I didn’t have many pictures of my mom when she was young. Sure, I have some of her in group shots when she was goofing around with her brothers and sister, or some where she was posing nicely in front of a statue when she was on vacation. But wanted to find that certain one of her, alone or not, doing something or not doing something.
Then I came across this one and remembered the story.
I had come across it one rainy afternoon when Mom and I were going through family albums and it really caught my eye. I liked the black and white, I liked the pose, I liked that it was just her in the picture and at the same time I was puzzled by her frown. I said, “Mom, you look a bit angry in this picture, how come?” She took the picture from me, smiled and then told me. “I was about eighteen in this one. I was out walking with your aunt and uncle and we stopped at the five-and-dime store for film for your uncle’s camera. They had the gas pump there and so I decided to go lean against the pumps to wait for your aunt to come out of the store. There were some guys across the street who started calling me, and when I wouldn’t look their way, they started whistling and hollering at me. I kept ignoring them, but they wouldn’t stop. So I decided to give them a dirty look and hope they’d stop… when I turned to give them the “look”, that’s when your uncle snapped my picture. After that, I don’t know who I was more mad at, the guys whooping and whistling across the street or your uncle for taking my picture when I was mad!”
Now you know the story about the young lady in the black and white picture. =j
We’re finally here and if we can keep body and soul together enough to entertain journal ideas then so be it. It’s simply not good enough to want to do something, but the followup is the true tale of anything we attempt.