Sometimes I think I've had enough
Of all the troubles and all the news
So I take myself to the top of the bluffs
To look out over the glistening blue
And from the top of the cliff I see
Sailboats wandering aimlessly
Float houses swaying peacefully
Herons hovering effortlessly
Here near my Scarborough home
Sometimes I hear the lions roar
From the zoo on a quiet morn
Sometimes I see a deer run swiftly
Into the trees, where the rock doves mourn
Sometimes I walk a wooded trail
And silver fish from the river leap
A hooting owl, a coyote's howl
A fox patters softly down my street
All near my Scarborough home
Sometimes I ride the highway, swift
To towers tall and people unending
Press the button, ride the lift
Messages back and forth I'm sending
But when the red fades in the west
I go back to the green, green boulevards
To where the trees are full of summer's best
Where the night sky is studded with diamond stars
Where the light shines softly from my window
My home - my Scarborough home.
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Sunday, 28 October 2012
Boy, Google Maps/Google Earth is great. I landed down on the street just in front of the Inn. Nobody noticed me, as usual, due to my invisibility. The first thing I noticed was a frozen couple walking along the sidewalk with a stroller. There was no sidewalk when I was there. There would have been no young couple walking along the deserted dirt road. Things have changed. I turned 360 and saw that a replica of many other BC towns had been recreated here. A strip of car/truck stores, restaurants and cheap housing developments had sprung up. But the Port Hardy Inn looked basically the same.
I zoomed out so I could see if I remembered correctly that I walked a short distance down to the water where I saw whales. Yes. It is true. There it is. I remember how my sister-in-law told me the story of her day off: she went rowing in a small boat with her boyfriend and when they were out a ways, she leaned back to relax a while and enjoy the view. One by one, blowholes appeared beside the boat as one by one, 5 Orca whales surfaced beside the boat, turning her relaxation into howling fear and excitement as she rocked and tipped in her small rowboat, praying that none of them jumped.
So, I looked around Google maps a bit and headed north to what should be BC, but suddenly becomes Alaska. I found a little place called Juneau. I zoomed in. It is ever amazing that even the smallest place is "Streetviewed". Good job, Google. I looked at the panorama photos uploaded by users and found the awesome photo shown above. Look at all those whales! And the beautiful mountains in the background. Makes me want to go back out west for another visit. The mountains get into your blood real quick.
However, I remember being there late in the summer and thinking that the leaves were all turning colour back here in Ontario and worrying that I would miss that touchstone. But I didn't.
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Tuesday, 4 September 2012
It was my birthday on Saturday and Renee and Julianne made a big picnic dinner of chicken Quesedilla's, veges and dip and smoked salmon with cream cheese on Triscuits. Beth made chocolate cupcakes with her special strawberry and vanilla icing. Yum. We all went to High Park to sit on blankets on the hill and watch "A Midsummer Night's Dream" under a calm sky, a warm evening and the beautiful blue moon.
It was lovely. Thanks everyone.
Actually, every moon has a name: http://www.farmersalmanac.com/full-moon-names/ I guess they just call it a Blue Moon because it doesn't fall into the "named" moons list. Every second full moon in a month is called a Blue Moon, so that would make sense.
Saturday, 21 July 2012
Friday, 20 July 2012
Thursday, 19 July 2012
We had a great meeting and exchanged life stories. It is evident that the media and the internet is the great leveller. There is not much difference between Sponge Bob in Canada and Sponge Bob in Ireland.
The Irish have a legend that a giant built a walkway (causeway) to get to Scotland (which is only 12 miles across the water). The giant was named Finn McCool. But after Finn McCool went across the walkway, he saw n even bigger giant, so he ran back. Thinking of how to escape the bigger giant when he eventually came across to Ireland, Finn disguised himself as a baby. When the bigger Giant came across, he took one look at the baby and decided he wanted nothing to do with the father of that huge baby, so he ran back across the Causeway, breaking it up as he went along the way.
Derry has changed a lot, he said, and most of the things that were bombed have been rebuilt, but if you look around in corners, you will see sights like this barbed wire fence that look so oddly out of place to us, but look so common to the people here that they must have forgotten to take them down.