About a month ago, I submitted a piece to the Globe and Mail, hoping they'd publish it in the Facts and Arguments section.
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Woo! Emphasis mine in the first line.
I like how they'll commission a picture for it.
Sorry, no hints what it's about. That will come with publication!
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Successful 5K Race, and Cross-Border Shopping
Saturday was an eventful day. It was St. Patrick's Day, and Carmella and I signed up for the St. Patrick's Day 5K. I've done this race three years in a row, and I was able to convince Carmella to run it this year. It's in Stanley Park, and it attracts a big crowd. The race is limited to 1500 runners, and they reached that before race-day.
You get a free beer glass, and people wear green costumes. There's an after-party as well, where people are excited to buy $7 beers at 11am. This race has an official race shirt you can buy, and also an official after-party shirt too.
I've been training on and off for the race, which is better than most years. Most years it's my first race of the season, and it's painful and it makes me want to train more. I was looking forward to this year because I was a bit more prepared.
Carmella meant to get some training runs in, but it didn't go as planned for her. We ran together Friday night for about half an hour, and that was the extent of her training. It looked like she'd be running this one off-the-couch.
We arrived at the race, and I was getting nervous as I always do before a race. I looked into my bag to discover I'd forgotten my running shoes at home, and it was too late to go back. I was wearing my skate shoes, and didn't want to try and run a fast time in them.
I was distraught for about a minute, and then Carmella suggested that I just take it slow with her instead of sitting out of the race. I thought that was a good idea, so we paid for parking, and made our way to the start line.
Usually I line up a few people back from the line, to be sure I'm with people of my speed. If you line up too far back, you'll be stuck behind people with strollers and walkers, but if you line up too far forward, you'll be in the elite runners way. Neither is good, so it's important to slot yourself in correctly.
Carmella and I headed for the back, and started behind about 75% of the runners. It was a new experience for me. The air-horn started, and we just stood there for almost 30 seconds. Then we started walking, then stopped again in some more congestion. Finally we crossed the start line and began to trot along. All 1500 runners were packed onto one access lane, so it took awhile to get moving.
Carmella picked 40 minutes as an arbitrary goal to shoot for, so we would try and get in before that. We began running, and Carmella enjoyed the atmosphere. Everyone around us was happy to be moving. We passed some walkers, we were among people waving to family members, and beside many people wearing elaborate costumes. Headbands with shamrocks mounted on springs so they looked like ears, people with signs about St. Patrick's Day stuck to their backs, and people wearing green underwear over tights.
After the first kilometer, the party atmosphere was gone, and it was down to business. Carmella felt like stopping to walk, but didn't. Instead, she made it her goal not to stop during the race. I was making observations about the people around us, the distance to go, or random chatter. Carmella asked that I stop doing that, because she needed to concentrate.
We stayed at the same pace for most of the race, seeing the same people around us. We'd pass some people, and they'd pass us back. A couple girls around us carried on inane conversation for more than a kilometer, and Carmella was frustrated with them. Roomates, exams, and probably boys were covered. However, we weren't able to leave them behind, and they didn't pass us, so we were stuck!
The last kilometer was mostly uphill, and Carmella did well not to stop. She got in a zone and just kept plugging away. The last 200m were especially tough, with many around us opting to walk. Carmella persevered and we crossed the line at 37:21. Carmella achieved both her goals, since she ran sub-40 and also didn't stop.
They had a big food tent, like the kinds people erect at weddings. To keep people orderly, they only opened one door, and didn't roll up any of the windows. There were hundreds of sweaty people in there, and no ventilation, so it was kind of like a cool sauna in there. Very stuffy. We grabbed some Irish Stew they were doling out, some water, and found a place to sit. Before we left, I also found the free beer glasses, emblazoned with the sponsor and race emblems.
Carmella enjoyed herself, but not enough to start mentally preparing for another race. Her back hurt a bit, and she was tired. We went home, and she napped. I headed out in the car, going south towards America.
My post title was a bit of a lie. I realize that getting into my America trip would make this post too long, so I'll create a new one for that. Our race was good, and I was happy to have run it with Carmella in my skate shoes. I'll start preparing for my next race, on April 1st. It's a half-marathon, and I aim to beat my time from last year. I'll remember my running shoes this time!
You get a free beer glass, and people wear green costumes. There's an after-party as well, where people are excited to buy $7 beers at 11am. This race has an official race shirt you can buy, and also an official after-party shirt too.
I've been training on and off for the race, which is better than most years. Most years it's my first race of the season, and it's painful and it makes me want to train more. I was looking forward to this year because I was a bit more prepared.
Carmella meant to get some training runs in, but it didn't go as planned for her. We ran together Friday night for about half an hour, and that was the extent of her training. It looked like she'd be running this one off-the-couch.
We arrived at the race, and I was getting nervous as I always do before a race. I looked into my bag to discover I'd forgotten my running shoes at home, and it was too late to go back. I was wearing my skate shoes, and didn't want to try and run a fast time in them.
I was distraught for about a minute, and then Carmella suggested that I just take it slow with her instead of sitting out of the race. I thought that was a good idea, so we paid for parking, and made our way to the start line.
Usually I line up a few people back from the line, to be sure I'm with people of my speed. If you line up too far back, you'll be stuck behind people with strollers and walkers, but if you line up too far forward, you'll be in the elite runners way. Neither is good, so it's important to slot yourself in correctly.
Carmella and I headed for the back, and started behind about 75% of the runners. It was a new experience for me. The air-horn started, and we just stood there for almost 30 seconds. Then we started walking, then stopped again in some more congestion. Finally we crossed the start line and began to trot along. All 1500 runners were packed onto one access lane, so it took awhile to get moving.
Carmella picked 40 minutes as an arbitrary goal to shoot for, so we would try and get in before that. We began running, and Carmella enjoyed the atmosphere. Everyone around us was happy to be moving. We passed some walkers, we were among people waving to family members, and beside many people wearing elaborate costumes. Headbands with shamrocks mounted on springs so they looked like ears, people with signs about St. Patrick's Day stuck to their backs, and people wearing green underwear over tights.
After the first kilometer, the party atmosphere was gone, and it was down to business. Carmella felt like stopping to walk, but didn't. Instead, she made it her goal not to stop during the race. I was making observations about the people around us, the distance to go, or random chatter. Carmella asked that I stop doing that, because she needed to concentrate.
We stayed at the same pace for most of the race, seeing the same people around us. We'd pass some people, and they'd pass us back. A couple girls around us carried on inane conversation for more than a kilometer, and Carmella was frustrated with them. Roomates, exams, and probably boys were covered. However, we weren't able to leave them behind, and they didn't pass us, so we were stuck!
The last kilometer was mostly uphill, and Carmella did well not to stop. She got in a zone and just kept plugging away. The last 200m were especially tough, with many around us opting to walk. Carmella persevered and we crossed the line at 37:21. Carmella achieved both her goals, since she ran sub-40 and also didn't stop.
They had a big food tent, like the kinds people erect at weddings. To keep people orderly, they only opened one door, and didn't roll up any of the windows. There were hundreds of sweaty people in there, and no ventilation, so it was kind of like a cool sauna in there. Very stuffy. We grabbed some Irish Stew they were doling out, some water, and found a place to sit. Before we left, I also found the free beer glasses, emblazoned with the sponsor and race emblems.
Carmella enjoyed herself, but not enough to start mentally preparing for another race. Her back hurt a bit, and she was tired. We went home, and she napped. I headed out in the car, going south towards America.
My post title was a bit of a lie. I realize that getting into my America trip would make this post too long, so I'll create a new one for that. Our race was good, and I was happy to have run it with Carmella in my skate shoes. I'll start preparing for my next race, on April 1st. It's a half-marathon, and I aim to beat my time from last year. I'll remember my running shoes this time!
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
I finally hit Send.
I finally did it.
For the past four or five weeks, I've been working on a writing piece that I wanted to send out into the world. Just a few minutes ago, I finally did.
I wrote it in about three or four drafts, and just needed a few extra pieces to make it complete. I added those tonight, after thinking about them for far too long.
I'll keep the details to myself for now, but count on an update if I receive good news.
For the past four or five weeks, I've been working on a writing piece that I wanted to send out into the world. Just a few minutes ago, I finally did.
I wrote it in about three or four drafts, and just needed a few extra pieces to make it complete. I added those tonight, after thinking about them for far too long.
I'll keep the details to myself for now, but count on an update if I receive good news.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Vancouver Aquarium
On Saturday, Carmella and I went to the Vancouver Aquarium. We got there at about noon, so we had to battle kids, tourists, and impatient parents a times, but the place is big so it wasn't a huge deal.
There were three beluga whales there, and while the Aquarium talks about conservation and preservation, I still wondered if these animals would prefer to be out of the tank and in the wild. This one is swimming upside down. The whales were much whiter than I would have expected.
We also saw a big sea turtle, swimming with small sharks and manta rays. It was fun to see them, but I wondered if they also yearned to swim freely.
As far as I know, jellyfish aren't sentient, so maybe they didn't care that they were in this small tank. It was back-lit in a way that made them look really great in pictures.
These guys had a really big tank with real coral and regular feeding times. I'm sure they'd rather be in this tank than a small tank in someone's house, but they'd rather be on a real reef than here.
The Aquarium staff, programming and advertising are really good at forwarding an agenda of conservation and behavioural change that will benefit the world's oceans and sea life. And there are probably hundreds of people who wouldn't have thought about ocean conservation if they didn't come to the Aquarium, so maybe it's OK to sacrifice a few soulless sea creatures for the betterment of many.
Those thoughts aside, Carmella and I had a really great time. One of the highlights was the BC section, where they showed what kind of sea life is living in select regions of our province. I also enjoyed watching the dolphin show from the underwater viewing section. The dolphins would swim, jump up and out of the water, and be out of the water for a really long time. Then they'd suddenly re-appear and swim around a bit under water, and then do another trick.
The dolphins in the show were netted dolphins from fishing boats that probably wouldn't survive in the wild again, so they live in the tanks at the Aquarium. Maybe it's not such a bad life. They don't have to hunt for food, and they just get to swim around all day and don't have to worry about orca whales chasing them.
It was a fun day with Carmella, and I got some fun pictures of the sea creatures. The day made me want to journey to other spots in the province and experience the ocean and the sea life there. There is so much to learn about the different species and habitats, and it'd be fun to travel around checking it all out.
Sunday is almost over, and I'm not ready for the weekend to end. But I'm really tired, so I might as well go to sleep.
There were three beluga whales there, and while the Aquarium talks about conservation and preservation, I still wondered if these animals would prefer to be out of the tank and in the wild. This one is swimming upside down. The whales were much whiter than I would have expected.
We also saw a big sea turtle, swimming with small sharks and manta rays. It was fun to see them, but I wondered if they also yearned to swim freely.
As far as I know, jellyfish aren't sentient, so maybe they didn't care that they were in this small tank. It was back-lit in a way that made them look really great in pictures.
These guys had a really big tank with real coral and regular feeding times. I'm sure they'd rather be in this tank than a small tank in someone's house, but they'd rather be on a real reef than here.
The Aquarium staff, programming and advertising are really good at forwarding an agenda of conservation and behavioural change that will benefit the world's oceans and sea life. And there are probably hundreds of people who wouldn't have thought about ocean conservation if they didn't come to the Aquarium, so maybe it's OK to sacrifice a few soulless sea creatures for the betterment of many.
Those thoughts aside, Carmella and I had a really great time. One of the highlights was the BC section, where they showed what kind of sea life is living in select regions of our province. I also enjoyed watching the dolphin show from the underwater viewing section. The dolphins would swim, jump up and out of the water, and be out of the water for a really long time. Then they'd suddenly re-appear and swim around a bit under water, and then do another trick.
The dolphins in the show were netted dolphins from fishing boats that probably wouldn't survive in the wild again, so they live in the tanks at the Aquarium. Maybe it's not such a bad life. They don't have to hunt for food, and they just get to swim around all day and don't have to worry about orca whales chasing them.
It was a fun day with Carmella, and I got some fun pictures of the sea creatures. The day made me want to journey to other spots in the province and experience the ocean and the sea life there. There is so much to learn about the different species and habitats, and it'd be fun to travel around checking it all out.
Sunday is almost over, and I'm not ready for the weekend to end. But I'm really tired, so I might as well go to sleep.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Snowy Owls in Vancouver
Carmella and I stepped out of the car at the Boundary Bay Regional Park in Delta. After a 45-minute drive, we were happy to arrive. On this grey, overcast day, the pothole-filled, gravel parking lot was almost empty. A big full-sized pickup truck was there, the driver idly chatting on his phone. A few other vehicles were present, but not the numbers we were expecting. Where were the bus loads of kids, the nature guides, and the live-on-location radio station trucks?
Instead, there were a number of birds swooping around, a quiet construction site, and the cold waters of Boundary Bay. It was cold and windy, and very quiet. A few intrepid souls were out walking their dogs and toddlers, and a small disgruntled teenager stormed by. This seemed like a regular day, and we joined the locals on the trails.
We came to this park looking for birds, because Delta is a popular bird-watching area. The Fraser River delta is globally significant for birds as it's on a major migration route, and a popular wintering destination. 250 species occur annually in the region. (Head over to Birding BC for more.)
While working last week, Carmella heard that there were Snowy Owls in the Vancouver area. Since this happens only once every four or five years, all the kids at pre-school were encouraged to see them. There was a poster showing where the birds were, and how to get there.
We didn't have that poster with us, but there were no Snowy Owls here. I stopped a couple of septuagenarians who were out for a walk, and asked if they'd seen the Snowy Owls. They were happy to stop and chat, and said they've never seen them here, but they figured they'd be more north.
More north, as in the Arctic Circle? That's where Snowy Owls usually live. Their white speckled plumage blends in with the tundra, where they hunt lemmings and try not to lose body heat through their beaks.
Thankfully, more north meant just a few kilometers up the coast and we'd be able to drive there pretty quickly. We were told we should take 72nd Street, another entry to the Regional Park, and where you can access the dike. Before heading out to continue the search, Carmella noticed a few birds sitting in the nearby trees.
After a quick stop we were on our way. We found 72nd street, and also found that while we neared its foot, there were cars parked on the sides of the street. A tour bus was parked on the shoulder of the road, and people were walking along the gravel with big cameras. Thankfully there were no live on location radio trucks!
We knew we had come to the right place. There were lots of people walking along the dike, often clustering in spots. There were lots of cameras there that had lenses longer than my forearm, mounted on tripods and monopods. Success!
The Snowy Owls were in attendance too. They were just sitting on the ground, waiting until they got hungry I guess. Photographers trained their cameras on them, and the really serious ones banged off numerous rapid fire shots whenever the owls moved. Which wasn't very often.
It was an interesting how the Snowy Owls just sat on the ground, and also how their feathers contrasted with the surroundings. It obviously wasn't their normal habitat, but it made it easy for all of us to find them.
Two nice women with high-powered birding telescopes set them up, trained them on the birds, and invited Carmella and I to take a look. It was amazing! They were so close, and their feathers ruffled in the wind.
The women told us that owls can move their heads 270 degrees, and that's because their eyes don't move, so owls have to pivot their whole heads to shift their gaze. I saw the owl blink too. The owl's version of eyelids live at the bottom of their eye, and move like an upside down venitian blind when in action. The birds like to sit in wide open spaces that mimic the tundra surroundings. They also sit on the ground, because they're not used to the concept of trees.
Carmella asked if we could take a picture of the birds through the telescope, and they said we could, offering a few tips. We got some great pictures! I've decided to leave them as they are instead of cropping them since it reminds me that they were taken through a telescope. Carmella took the first, and I took the second.
The Snowy Owls come to Vancouver every few years, when their food sources in the tundra aren't reliable. While it's nice to have them here, I think I'd prefer if they stayed up north. If they come down here to eat, it means that things aren't going so well for them at home, and I hope climate change isn't the cause for their being here this winter.
It was an excellent day, and I'm so happy we were able to find the Snowy Owls. While heading back to the car, we noticed lots of BC license plates parked along the road, numerous Washington ones, and even one from Alaska. So the Snowy Owls being here are a big event, attracting people from everywhere. I'm glad we got to be part of the action.
Instead, there were a number of birds swooping around, a quiet construction site, and the cold waters of Boundary Bay. It was cold and windy, and very quiet. A few intrepid souls were out walking their dogs and toddlers, and a small disgruntled teenager stormed by. This seemed like a regular day, and we joined the locals on the trails.
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| Cold and desolate. |
We came to this park looking for birds, because Delta is a popular bird-watching area. The Fraser River delta is globally significant for birds as it's on a major migration route, and a popular wintering destination. 250 species occur annually in the region. (Head over to Birding BC for more.)
While working last week, Carmella heard that there were Snowy Owls in the Vancouver area. Since this happens only once every four or five years, all the kids at pre-school were encouraged to see them. There was a poster showing where the birds were, and how to get there.
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| No Snowy Owls here! |
More north, as in the Arctic Circle? That's where Snowy Owls usually live. Their white speckled plumage blends in with the tundra, where they hunt lemmings and try not to lose body heat through their beaks.
Thankfully, more north meant just a few kilometers up the coast and we'd be able to drive there pretty quickly. We were told we should take 72nd Street, another entry to the Regional Park, and where you can access the dike. Before heading out to continue the search, Carmella noticed a few birds sitting in the nearby trees.
After a quick stop we were on our way. We found 72nd street, and also found that while we neared its foot, there were cars parked on the sides of the street. A tour bus was parked on the shoulder of the road, and people were walking along the gravel with big cameras. Thankfully there were no live on location radio trucks!
We knew we had come to the right place. There were lots of people walking along the dike, often clustering in spots. There were lots of cameras there that had lenses longer than my forearm, mounted on tripods and monopods. Success!
It was an interesting how the Snowy Owls just sat on the ground, and also how their feathers contrasted with the surroundings. It obviously wasn't their normal habitat, but it made it easy for all of us to find them.
Two nice women with high-powered birding telescopes set them up, trained them on the birds, and invited Carmella and I to take a look. It was amazing! They were so close, and their feathers ruffled in the wind.
The women told us that owls can move their heads 270 degrees, and that's because their eyes don't move, so owls have to pivot their whole heads to shift their gaze. I saw the owl blink too. The owl's version of eyelids live at the bottom of their eye, and move like an upside down venitian blind when in action. The birds like to sit in wide open spaces that mimic the tundra surroundings. They also sit on the ground, because they're not used to the concept of trees.
Carmella asked if we could take a picture of the birds through the telescope, and they said we could, offering a few tips. We got some great pictures! I've decided to leave them as they are instead of cropping them since it reminds me that they were taken through a telescope. Carmella took the first, and I took the second.
The Snowy Owls come to Vancouver every few years, when their food sources in the tundra aren't reliable. While it's nice to have them here, I think I'd prefer if they stayed up north. If they come down here to eat, it means that things aren't going so well for them at home, and I hope climate change isn't the cause for their being here this winter.
It was an excellent day, and I'm so happy we were able to find the Snowy Owls. While heading back to the car, we noticed lots of BC license plates parked along the road, numerous Washington ones, and even one from Alaska. So the Snowy Owls being here are a big event, attracting people from everywhere. I'm glad we got to be part of the action.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
The police came to my door today.
After dismounting my bike and turning off my blinking safety lights, I went into our cozy suite and sat down after a day at work. Just as I picked up my computer, there was a terrific knock on the door.
I was a bit annoyed because our friends know they can walk through the first door and arrive at our actual door, and our landlords know this as well. Nobody else ever comes over, except for the Chinese restaurant delivery guy who came to the wrong house. He knocked very loudly too.
I got up from my comfy couch, and answered the door. As I opened it, a man and a woman were standing there. It's cold today, (2 degrees C) so the woman was bundled in a stylish black pea coat, and the man was in a more functional shell that was lined with some fleece. There was some sort of pin on the collar. They both wore toques.
The man held out his hand, and let his wallet fall open to reveal a badge. He calmly stated, "Vancouver Police. We're looking for Jonathan."
At that moment, I was a bit afraid that they were coming after me. But only halfway through the thought, I remembered that I had been a model citizen for the last few months. Just today, riding home from work, I had even given a friendly wave to the car that stopped for me at a crosswalk.
He then asked me if I was missing anything, and I looked down to see his other hand holding something. He then reached out, displaying my wallet! Oh happy day!
On Boxing Day, Carmella and I went downtown and did some shopping. Your dollar stretches the furthest in January, and even further on Dec 26th. So we took advantage. I bought two pairs of pants, and one fully leather belt.
I also bought a very large Neal Stephenson tome, called Reamde. It's 1050 pages long, and hardcover. If the need arose, it would pack a significant punch if hurled at an assailant. It took up most of my bag, while my keys, wallet, and phone were shoved into the leftover available space.
When I bought my second pair of pants, the cashier asked me if I wanted a bag. Instead of inheriting more plastic, I decided I was happy to carry the pants out. I did that with the receipt pinned under my fingers. I paid for the pants, but that was the last place I remembered having my wallet.
On the 27th, I woke up at about 5:30am to start packing for our snowboarding trip to Rossland. I noticed I didn't have my wallet. I looked all over, and couldn't find it. I called and visited the store where I bought the pants, but it wasn't there either.
Among other advantages, being married means that your spouse has access to the bank accounts. This means that you can go on a holiday without your wallet! Off to Rossland we went, and had a great holiday. On the way there, I cancelled my credit cards and debit cards, and didn't think too much of it again.
While on the trip, I got my license replaced, and got a bank card reprinted. The other cards would be replaced over time, but I was happy to have these important ones back.
Then, today, about three weeks later, the police came to the door bearing my wallet. What kind protectors of civil law and order! They said that someone dropped it off at the station after finding it downtown. Once it got to me, the only thing missing from the wallet was about $50 of Christmas money. I'll treat it like a finder's fee.
I'm not sure how I lost it. My bag was full of other things, so I may have decided to carry it out. I could have put it on the roof of the car and forgotten about it, letting it slide off the roof as I safely pulled into the street. I also could have left it at the till of the store, or it could have been squeezed out of my bag due to the huge novel taking up its normal space.
Whatever the reason, I'm happy to have it back! I'll be extra careful to make sure I have it with me, being even more vigilant in doing my three-check: wallet, keys, phone. I do that multiple times a day, because I'm so forgetful. Looks like on Boxing Day, I did it one time too few.
I was happy with the way I handled the situation. I didn't freak out (too much), and I didn't let it ruin our holiday. I'm pretty proud of my self, as I have a penchant to worry about everything, especially something like that. Maybe I'm maturing!
And the picture on my replacement driver's license is better than the one it replaced.
I was a bit annoyed because our friends know they can walk through the first door and arrive at our actual door, and our landlords know this as well. Nobody else ever comes over, except for the Chinese restaurant delivery guy who came to the wrong house. He knocked very loudly too.
I got up from my comfy couch, and answered the door. As I opened it, a man and a woman were standing there. It's cold today, (2 degrees C) so the woman was bundled in a stylish black pea coat, and the man was in a more functional shell that was lined with some fleece. There was some sort of pin on the collar. They both wore toques.
The man held out his hand, and let his wallet fall open to reveal a badge. He calmly stated, "Vancouver Police. We're looking for Jonathan."
At that moment, I was a bit afraid that they were coming after me. But only halfway through the thought, I remembered that I had been a model citizen for the last few months. Just today, riding home from work, I had even given a friendly wave to the car that stopped for me at a crosswalk.
He then asked me if I was missing anything, and I looked down to see his other hand holding something. He then reached out, displaying my wallet! Oh happy day!
On Boxing Day, Carmella and I went downtown and did some shopping. Your dollar stretches the furthest in January, and even further on Dec 26th. So we took advantage. I bought two pairs of pants, and one fully leather belt.
I also bought a very large Neal Stephenson tome, called Reamde. It's 1050 pages long, and hardcover. If the need arose, it would pack a significant punch if hurled at an assailant. It took up most of my bag, while my keys, wallet, and phone were shoved into the leftover available space.
When I bought my second pair of pants, the cashier asked me if I wanted a bag. Instead of inheriting more plastic, I decided I was happy to carry the pants out. I did that with the receipt pinned under my fingers. I paid for the pants, but that was the last place I remembered having my wallet.
On the 27th, I woke up at about 5:30am to start packing for our snowboarding trip to Rossland. I noticed I didn't have my wallet. I looked all over, and couldn't find it. I called and visited the store where I bought the pants, but it wasn't there either.
Among other advantages, being married means that your spouse has access to the bank accounts. This means that you can go on a holiday without your wallet! Off to Rossland we went, and had a great holiday. On the way there, I cancelled my credit cards and debit cards, and didn't think too much of it again.
While on the trip, I got my license replaced, and got a bank card reprinted. The other cards would be replaced over time, but I was happy to have these important ones back.
Then, today, about three weeks later, the police came to the door bearing my wallet. What kind protectors of civil law and order! They said that someone dropped it off at the station after finding it downtown. Once it got to me, the only thing missing from the wallet was about $50 of Christmas money. I'll treat it like a finder's fee.
I'm not sure how I lost it. My bag was full of other things, so I may have decided to carry it out. I could have put it on the roof of the car and forgotten about it, letting it slide off the roof as I safely pulled into the street. I also could have left it at the till of the store, or it could have been squeezed out of my bag due to the huge novel taking up its normal space.
Whatever the reason, I'm happy to have it back! I'll be extra careful to make sure I have it with me, being even more vigilant in doing my three-check: wallet, keys, phone. I do that multiple times a day, because I'm so forgetful. Looks like on Boxing Day, I did it one time too few.
I was happy with the way I handled the situation. I didn't freak out (too much), and I didn't let it ruin our holiday. I'm pretty proud of my self, as I have a penchant to worry about everything, especially something like that. Maybe I'm maturing!
And the picture on my replacement driver's license is better than the one it replaced.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Christmas in Vancouver
This year, Carmella and I hosted Christmas in Vancouver. Last year and the year before, we went to Maple Ridge, where we ate great dinners and visited at Catherine and Micheael's place. This year, we thought we'd host it at our new(ish) apartment in Kitsilano. Plus, this is our first Christmas as a married couple and we wanted to celebrate that by having the gathering at our house.
Carmella was excited to host Christmas because she could plan a fun menu, and I was happy to host because I could push a gaming agenda. I've always enjoyed gaming on Christmas, and hoped to play a few this year as well.
In the days leading up to Christmas, Carmella and I went on two shopping trips to get all we needed. Carmella made the lists, and sent me after specific items. This is a good way for me to shop, or else I end up wandering around the grocery store, forgetting what I need, or even what I'm looking for.
On Christmas morning, Carmella and I went to church, and enjoyed the empty streets on the way there and the way back. Broadway, which is usually two lanes of traffic and one lane of parallel parked vehicles, was three glorious, luxurious, open lanes in each direction!
I drove to pick up Catherine and Michael in Maple Ridge, and arrived back at about 2 or 3pm. Right when we arrived, Carmella served us a bocconcini and tomato salad. It was wonderful! Carmella was very creative in the presentation.
We enjoyed figuring out how to eat the salad, which was sitting in a bed of arugula, and had two basil leaves on the top. I found that cutting a section off the side, like you would if you were shaving the finest cuts of meat off a big spinning stick in a mall food court, worked best!
After the salad, Carmella was tired from spending so much time in the kitchen, and suggested we take a walk. It was a nice day, and a great idea. We drove to Jericho Beach, and enjoyed the ocean. There are only a few places in the world where you can enjoy the ocean on Christmas, so we wanted to take advantage!
It was very windy and cold, but we persevered. We walked out to the end of the Jericho pier, and it was fun because it was high tide and the waters were rough.
We got cold and returned home after about half an hour outside. Carmella holed herself in the kitchen again, and I began to game with Catherine and Michael. I would be taking care of the bird, but I still had time to game before I needed to do that. We decided to play the Train Game, since we've played that as a group in the past.
(Notice the fireplace. I searched hard for a Yule Log DVD, and found one created by a student in North Van. It has fun features like deleted scenes and closed captions!)
Carmella prepared all the rest of the dishes, and took over my turns when it was time for me to make the chicken. We didn't want to bake a turkey, because we figured they'd be really tough to do well.
Instead, I would prepare herb-glazed cornish hens. I'd made those for Carmella before, and they were a hit at that time. The recipe involves cooking the hens with a basting of sun-dried tomatoes, Parmesan cheese, and a bunch of herbs like tarragon and basil.
The meal was excellent! Alot of the food was new to us, so Carmella explained what was in each one, how we might eat it. It was a great meal, and we all enjoyed it.
Notice that there are no chickens in the picture above. This wasn't
because they were so good they got wholly eaten, unfortunately. Even though I had subbed in chickens, I continued to follow the recipe for
cornish hens. That means I cooked
them for too short a time. Also, we were opening and closing the oven a
lot, to prepare the candied yams and melted butter. All this meant that the
breasts were cooked well, but the thighs were still bloody and not quite
done. So, they are being re-cooked in the oven! I'll do a better job
next year!
Luckily, the missing chickens didn't ruin Christmas because Carmella had made so much of everything else, so we were all very satisfied.
We exchanged gifts after supper. We gave Michael a game called Citadels, which we played afterwards. It was really fun, and Catherine dominated the rest of us.
After the game, Carmella and I drove them home, and returned to our house at about 1:30am. I opted to deal with the dishes the next day.
I attacked the dishes on Boxing Day, hitting them with two or three campaigns. I slayed the last ones under a dark sky. I was happy to be the sole commander of this operation, because Carmella had led the rest of night.
Without a dishwasher, it was a well-earned victory. I had to change water numerous times, but thankfully my brushes, soap, and cloths stayed true and didn't let me down.
So, Christmas was excellent! We've already planned to host it again next year, although it might be earlier than normal because of our trip to Ontario for Carol and Craig's wedding.
Next year I'll make a more successful bird. And I hope to unseat Catherine as reigning Citadels champ.
Carmella's work really made the whole day. She laboured so hard, and produced such great food for everyone. It may have started a number of new Christmas traditions.
Merry Christmas!
Carmella was excited to host Christmas because she could plan a fun menu, and I was happy to host because I could push a gaming agenda. I've always enjoyed gaming on Christmas, and hoped to play a few this year as well.
In the days leading up to Christmas, Carmella and I went on two shopping trips to get all we needed. Carmella made the lists, and sent me after specific items. This is a good way for me to shop, or else I end up wandering around the grocery store, forgetting what I need, or even what I'm looking for.
On Christmas morning, Carmella and I went to church, and enjoyed the empty streets on the way there and the way back. Broadway, which is usually two lanes of traffic and one lane of parallel parked vehicles, was three glorious, luxurious, open lanes in each direction!
I drove to pick up Catherine and Michael in Maple Ridge, and arrived back at about 2 or 3pm. Right when we arrived, Carmella served us a bocconcini and tomato salad. It was wonderful! Carmella was very creative in the presentation.
We enjoyed figuring out how to eat the salad, which was sitting in a bed of arugula, and had two basil leaves on the top. I found that cutting a section off the side, like you would if you were shaving the finest cuts of meat off a big spinning stick in a mall food court, worked best!
After the salad, Carmella was tired from spending so much time in the kitchen, and suggested we take a walk. It was a nice day, and a great idea. We drove to Jericho Beach, and enjoyed the ocean. There are only a few places in the world where you can enjoy the ocean on Christmas, so we wanted to take advantage!
It was very windy and cold, but we persevered. We walked out to the end of the Jericho pier, and it was fun because it was high tide and the waters were rough.
We got cold and returned home after about half an hour outside. Carmella holed herself in the kitchen again, and I began to game with Catherine and Michael. I would be taking care of the bird, but I still had time to game before I needed to do that. We decided to play the Train Game, since we've played that as a group in the past.
(Notice the fireplace. I searched hard for a Yule Log DVD, and found one created by a student in North Van. It has fun features like deleted scenes and closed captions!)
Carmella prepared all the rest of the dishes, and took over my turns when it was time for me to make the chicken. We didn't want to bake a turkey, because we figured they'd be really tough to do well.
Instead, I would prepare herb-glazed cornish hens. I'd made those for Carmella before, and they were a hit at that time. The recipe involves cooking the hens with a basting of sun-dried tomatoes, Parmesan cheese, and a bunch of herbs like tarragon and basil.
Observe the almost finished spread! I decided to use one full chicken instead of two cornish hens. You can't see everything, but here's what Carmella made:
- Baked candied yams (far left, under tinfoil). They are yams with marshmallows on top!
- Pear and chauvre salad, in the middle. Very tasty! Notice our bear-claw salad tongs. They make it easy to get the big chunks, but very tough to negotiate the bottom of the salad bowl for the choice, small morsels.
- Mashed Potatoes (still in the pot on the oven, but they would go in the pottery that Uncle Finn and Aunt Julita gave us, in the bottom right.
- Bread left over from the reclette Carmella served us after the beach. It's a swiss cheese dish, where you cover bread, gherkin pickles, and potatoes. We had it at Swiss House during the Olympics, and Carmella wanted to try it again.
- Finnish pirakke pastries. Carmella made them the night before, at 11pm so they'd be ready! She heated them up just before supper so they'd be fresh. You can see them in a picture before.
- Mulled Wine. We put this in the pottery jug, part of the set from Uncle Finn and Aunt Julita's wedding present.
Luckily, the missing chickens didn't ruin Christmas because Carmella had made so much of everything else, so we were all very satisfied.
We exchanged gifts after supper. We gave Michael a game called Citadels, which we played afterwards. It was really fun, and Catherine dominated the rest of us.
After the game, Carmella and I drove them home, and returned to our house at about 1:30am. I opted to deal with the dishes the next day.
I attacked the dishes on Boxing Day, hitting them with two or three campaigns. I slayed the last ones under a dark sky. I was happy to be the sole commander of this operation, because Carmella had led the rest of night.
Without a dishwasher, it was a well-earned victory. I had to change water numerous times, but thankfully my brushes, soap, and cloths stayed true and didn't let me down.
So, Christmas was excellent! We've already planned to host it again next year, although it might be earlier than normal because of our trip to Ontario for Carol and Craig's wedding.
Next year I'll make a more successful bird. And I hope to unseat Catherine as reigning Citadels champ.
Carmella's work really made the whole day. She laboured so hard, and produced such great food for everyone. It may have started a number of new Christmas traditions.
Merry Christmas!
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