Winter Tale

Winter is here. Minus 19 today. yup, livin' the dream in paradise.

Here's a little uplifting picture that my husband took that might warm the cockles of your heart. I remember the way the sand felt on my feet, as if I walked on silk pillows warmed in the dryer or how my husband's skin smelled like musky toast. The margarita's salt-rimmed tang made my lips pucker and these colourful cabanas were a fiesta for the eyes.

Since I can't hop back on a cruiseship this weekend I will try instead to think of good things about this much-maligned season when Canadians have to remember their hardiness, or die trying.

If you're interested, join me in writing a winter tale for the CBC contest. I'm also going out for dinner and drinking red wine tonight so you could try that as well.

http://www.cbc.ca/books/canadawrites/challenges/rules-and-regulations---winter-tales.html

 

Remember

I think I am one of the few working today, but only because Ontario does not recognize Remembrance Day as a stat holiday so the stock market is open. Do we really need to be here when my phone has rang twice? Plus, the banks are closed, so even if I do a trade there will be an extra day for the funds to settle.

I could be home with my children, who are off school. Or I could be at the war memorial service at the museum rather than taking my moment of silence in a half-empty downtown highrise at 11:11. Or I could be writing.

At least I'm not fighting. So I am thankful to be at work, in a free country that is not at war with anyone. Thanks to all those who made it so easy and enjoyable to be a Canadian.

Lest we forget....