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first winter storm 2015

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It was our first winter storm in 2015, and guess what, the year will be over very quickly, only a few more days now, and we will enter into 2016.  With the storm warnings, and the cold blowing winds, I’m sure that there were many who were not loving the day.  Especially with buses  stalled, and stuck in snow banks, the cold weary commuters had to stand and wait in the blustering weather for transportation.  It was certainly a dump, no light dusting today… when I left the house shortly before nine there was already a good foot of snow in the driveway.

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Snowblowers and shovels were the toys being used today.  When I was leaving home and hearth on my adventure, I saw only trucks like mine or bigger, on the roads, and of course commercial vehicles.  The big city  plows and sidewalk cleaners were likely in the downtown core and major streets in the city’s core.  I could hear the ice pellets hitting the roof of the truck, yes there was some of the little crystals gems flying through the air as well as the flakes of snow.  I couldn’t hear the wind, but I could see the trees bending and the commuters hankering down into their winter coats with scarves wrapped firmly around for more protection.

blizzard oil on canvas Joseph Farquhharson  1846-1935

So what was I doing out?  I was enjoying the day.  I watched the gray mist darken the day, when I got out of the truck to enter a building, I felt the cold on my face, and the  embrace of the winter chill.  My boots left a deep waffle like texture in the soft snow, and my coat  kept me warm while I walked.  I had the store basically to myself, the staff that did make it in, were busy telling of their adventure, I had time to wander and delight in the treasures that were laid out for me to discover.

Clerks had time to visit,   we enjoyed some social chit-chat, while we dealt with the transaction at hand.  It wasn’t rushed, it was nice and leisurely, and then while walking back to the truck, I got to appreciate how the snow had fallen and covered the truck in a blanket of white… there was a crystalized veil across the windshield… the pattern a lovely lace.  Mother Nature had done this in a very short time, she is obviously good at what she does.

snow fall in Ottawa

Smaller cars were having their challenges, I decided to take a different route home.. It was a little longer maybe, but it was a bus route, the roads would be plowed.  It wasn’t till I got back closer into the city proper that I saw just how much traffic was being affected.  For sure I had to be extra careful, stay focused, and enjoy my surroundings while staying vigilant.  I loved it.

It was good to be out on my own, going from A to Z I even broke out in song. Yes. be thankful you were not with me.  I felt that my positive good mood would see me home safe and sound, and it did.  I had a great sense of satisfaction in my outing, it was rewarding even…   I didn’t let the voices of “others” over shadow my desire of experiencing the day.  I embraced what was presented me, and took it all in, and said thank you  at the end of it all… the great mood just continued on, and tomorrow, will be another day… Hopefully just as amazing as this one was.

Ottawa

You know who else had a great day… the children who got to make slides and play in the snow… and the skiers who finally got enough snow to have a day doing what they love to do.  =^_^=  life can be magical!

I loved today …  and I love YOU

Namaste     –     Oyashikiri

 

 

 

 

 

*** Blizzard oil on canvas by Joseph Farquharson,British 1846-1935

photos from CBC Canada

some from Pinterest

Chop Suey

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Today we celebrated Ancestor’s Day, we do this on the 11th of every month.  It is a time to pray and give thanks for the lessons and teachings that we learned  in life as we progressed along the journey through our days and nights.  It is not only our parents, it it is teachers, friends, other family members. neighbours, health care professionals , anyone we come in contact with  who  may have an affect of influence us, in some way shape form or other.

chop-suey-1929.jpg!BlogThe name of this piece where the two ladies are sitting at a table in a Chinese Restaurant is Chop Suey.  This is an oil painting done by Edward Hopper in 1929.  It is currently in a private collection, I found this copy on wikipaintings.org.  This picture brings back memories of the restaurants many decades ago.   As soon as we sat down, a waiter in a smart uniform of black pants and a white jacket would appear with a pot of hot tea and cups.  Rice was always free with your meal.  It seems that every town or city had a Chinese restaurant and each one had on the menu, a version of Chop Suey.

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Cooks back then were very adaptable to the region they were cooking in.  The ingredients used back in China were not readily available in the city never mind the smaller towns, so they grew bean sprouts and served a variety of meats with sprouts, celery,onion and a few slivers of peppers for colour.  If they used chicken it was chicken shop suey, if it was pork, pork choe suey etc., when crispy noodles were sprinkled on top the dish became a chow mein.  NO we didn’t eat chop suey at  home.

Today there are Asian grocery stores almost everywhere, even the big super markets have sections dedicated to the products and vegetables used in Asian cuisine.  The ingredients are there for the actual meal, but the ambiance and customer service of yesteryear.  Now you pay for the tea, and the rice, and yes you have a lot to pick from on the menu, it is no longer the simple menu of choosing from  column A, B or C.

We can’t go back, but when I think of the ancestors or people who influenced some of my behaviour, the cooks and waiters who came to Canada to start new lives, their beliefs that hard work and dedication to the task before them, come to mind.  They came to a country where they didn’t know the language to earn money so they could send or go back for their families,  They wanted a better quality of life for those they loved, so they applied Makoto (sincerity) to their lives and earnestly did what needed to be done.

I am humbled by such dedication & selfless giving for the next generation.  I give thanks for this memory, and I pray that I in turn will do something worthwhile that will help those around me and who will come after me.

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Veggie chop suey – Yum….  (food pictures from Pinterest)

 

Namaste  Oyashikiri

 

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