The Big Storm

Our internet is finally back tonight after three days down, so now I can let you know what excitement we’ve had here!

We’ve experienced the worst windstorm in the 30 plus years we’ve lived in the Vancouver area. Of three storms last week – on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday – Friday’s was the worst of a whole month-long-of-storms. It was a massive hit in the early hours of Friday, December 15th. Our power went out about 3:30 a.m. Winds were at hurricane levels in some areas. I was quite fearful that our two very tall trees would be blown down on us. Thankfully they weren’t, while many others did suffer losses of homes, vehicles and boats because of falling trees.

We kept warm thanks to an old-fashioned fireplace insert with a cooktop, enabling us to boil water for tea and eggs, and heat milk for hot cocoa. We’ve lots of firewood from building scraps and logs from our own felled or pruned trees from over the years. Friday evening, we did go out for a hot meal. The normally quiet restaurant not far from us but outside the outage zone, was packed with people constantly coming in. The staff was kept hopping and finally had to turn away people because they were running out of food. Afterwards, back at home, we sat by the fire with candles, playing a game of cards and listening to Christmas music on the iPod/speakers – nice and cozy.

Overnight it snowed a bit and the house was quite chilly until we got the fire going again. Our power came back on Saturday around 11 a.m. here but many others were still without. We went for a walk to check out the neighbourhood and the park. We could not believe the numbers of huge trees uprooted, fallen down, or split halfway, with billions of branches littering the forest floor and paths. We frequently had to climb over these. (I wished we’d taken the camera!) Some of these massive trees had fallen over the main road early Friday morning, causing this local but widespread power outage. The wharf and floats were severely damaged, and we could see a half sunken barge. If this was immense damage, Vancouver’s Stanley Park would be far far worse, exposed as it is to the open sea. We’d heard that the Lions Gate Bridge was closed Friday due to fallen trees along the causeway through the park.

Hydro reported that we usually get three bad storms a year (with power outages), we’ve had nine and it’s not even winter yet! 250,000 homes, the most in history, were affected. The storm hit Washington and Oregon as well with four deaths reported.

Some curious thoughts while “surviving”:
– With all our technological wizardry – how come we cannot invent a manual startup for our heating systems, rather than being dependent on electricity to fire up? If many gas fireplaces have this option, why not furnaces and boilers?
– We were glad we’d hung onto our old rotary dial phones! Did you know that the “portable” phones need power? (We don’t have cell phones.)
-We were thankful we didn’t change out our old-fashioned fireplace insert with it’s small cooktop, BUT the fan is electrical for maximum heat output. We managed to keep warm anyway. Sometimes modern and sleek isn’t such a good idea.
-Our hot water tank is heated via natural gas and did not shut off like an electrical one would have been. Thankfully.
-How come our power lines are not buried underground like in many European countries and even places like South Africa?
– Many thoughts about man vs nature and city vs country survival skills. We’re pretty dependent on electricity and heat, and we sure missed the internet, spoiled city folk that we are.

winter rose

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in my garden today

snowing

It is snowing here! Will be back with photos tomorrow, I hope.
I love the snow, but not everyone does.

mellow

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Well, it’s still rather soggy in southwest BC, with storm after storm bringing us more heavy rains in the past nearly two weeks than we normally get in the whole month of November, usually our wettest month of the year. More storms coming and no sun in sight on the weather map! Our backyard is a swamp but at least we aren’t flooded by overflowing rivers like in the Fraser Valley east of Vancouver. It’s too wet to rake the leaves or dig up the dahlia tubers buried in wet mud. The past few days have gotten colder so I hear the mountains have lots of snow, I just haven’t seen it with my own eyes with those very low-hanging dark clouds. We did manage a walk between showers, finding ourselves stopping for several pleasant chats with neighbours out trying to clean their yards.

As I’ve written earlier, we are enjoying the coziness of the indoors. Saturday evening, we filled and lit the fireplace with logs, put on some old favourite music like Anne Sofie von Otter’s Wings in the Night (Swedish Songs) and sat down with some books. In this relaxing and mellow atmosphere I found myself often pausing in my reading to enjoy the best passages of the music while gazing at the dancing flames.

I’m reading Anita Konkka’s A Fool’s Paradise. I’ve been enjoying her blog Sanat (Words, in Finnish) for some time and have been wanting to read her books but they’ve been out of print until this translation. From her blog, I know that Anita has a deep interest in dreams and astrology, and that shows in the book. To me the writing is minimalist yet very visual as she describes vivid images and actions from dreams and real life, and sometimes the two seem to merge. Something about the mood, the air of mild depression and the slow almost total lack of a plot reminds me of some of Aki Kaurismäki’s films. I haven’t quite finished it yet but it is deep, thoughtful and satisfying reading. I wonder what it would be like to read in Finnish, probably a bit challenging for my rusty vocabulary.

Husband’s book The Biology of Belief: Unleashing the Power of Consciousness, Matter and Miracles by Bruce Lipton excited him so much that he was reading passages aloud, leading us into some animated discussions. We’ve been turning away from much of traditional Western medicine and pharmaceuticals and looking at alternatives, so this book was very inspirational and hopeful.

Sunday was family day. Our eldest daughter and her partner were in town unexpectedly so we were all together playing with the grand-daughters and then having a nice meal around the extended table. This long weekend felt almost like Christmas, was it the mellowness?

Reviews of A Fool’s Paradise by Anita Konkka at:
Literary Saloon
Now What blog
Guardian
And an interview

weekend joys

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We had a gorgeous sunny day yesterday, perfect for a family gathering to celebrate a daughter’s birthday. Today is a fall day with rain, the house is quiet and I’m catching up with a bit of blog reading before we have more company arriving this evening. It’s been a busy September so far.

This is mesmerizing and joyful: Pipe Dream. Thanks to whiskey river and blaugustine for this wonderful link.

The above photo is of an unusually brilliant sunset we were able to special order for our visitors earlier this month as we were having a walk in Cates Park, North Vancouver. I know, it’s just too pretty!

P.S. Some wild word fun with Buffalo buffalo Buffalo via mirabilis.

McLaren again

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(Still: Norman McLaren’s La Merle via NFB)

Back in May, I wrote about Canada’s great animator Norman McLaren who had a long film-making career with the National Film Board of Canada.

NFB is celebrating 65 years of Animation and I discovered that we can view four of McLaren’s films on the Focus on Animation pages, small scale or full screen size.

Blinkity Blank and Hen Hop are delightful and lively – don’t forget these were done by hand in 1955 and 1942 respectively, long before the digital era. Le Merle is a simple and delightful animation based on an old French-Canadian nonsense song, Mon Merle. I plan to show these to my grand-daughter sometime soon.

The Oscar-winning fourth film Neighbours/Voisins (1952) is disturbing and a powerful parable on how easily humans can go into battle! Still very timely viewing but not for young children. (Maybe some world leaders we know should watch it!)

You may learn more about McLaren’s work at this overview.

I look forward to browsing though the other film-makers’ works as well, as time permits, but to me McLaren was THE master and his films were a part of many happy hours in my childhood.

that tree

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Here on the south west corner of British Columbia, we are blessed with mild wet winters which in turn means we are blessed with enormous trees. The air is washed clean by the rains and filtered by the trees themselves. I’m amazed that the city’s pollution actually makes the trees grow bigger.

We’ve had a long love-hate relationship with this enormous tree in the front of our yard. We love its cooling shade on hot summer mornings, the privacy from neighbours across the street, and its prickly and tough character. We don’t know if it’s a cedar or a cypress, never having been able to clearly identify it. When it’s a young tree it has attractive thick branches of grey-green prickly needles. When it gets older like this one, the inner needles dry up at summer’s end into masses of rust coloured patches ready to break up on windy days for months after. Constant messes in the yard, deck, flowerbeds and eavestroughs keep us busier than we like sometimes. Immense roots are surfacing in the lawn and cracking the restraining wall by the driveway – reasons for the hate part of our relationship.

But we do love the summer morning sun filtering through the branches, thinned out to give us some view. It’s haven and battleground for lively squirrels, crows and bluejays. That tree and we continue to live with each other like some grouchy elders in an uneasy kind of peace.

(This is my submission for the Third Festival of the Trees. Go check it out and consider joining in.)

postcard from Pier 21

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Today I received the above intriguing postcard from a cousin (he lives in Victoria). Here’s part of what he wrote:

Finally found my way back to our Canadian beginnings. This is a great museum. There are artifacts from the Castlebranco, which is the ship we all arrived on in 1951.

He is referring to Pier 21 in Halifax, Nova Scotia. The last standing immigration shed in Canada reopened as a national historic site in 1999. From 1928 to 1971, Pier 21 served as the principal arrival point for immigrants seeking new freedoms and opportunities in Canada. (from the postcard).

A flood of memories, not all clear and complete, has me recalling our huge journey. I was 5, my little brother only a year old, my cousin 3. I remember bits of the stay in a hotel in Copenhagen before boarding the ship. The stormy November seas. I don’t recall Pier 21. The long train trip to Winnipeg is a shadowy memory. So many other memories are actually the stories of our elders.

Looking at the Pier 21 site leaves me overwhelmed thinking about the often frightening experiences of the thousands and thousands of immigrants who made their way to the New World. I admire their courage, my parents, aunts and uncles included, in facing an unknown world without even the language. I admire my mother-in-law for making the journey with three young children, to join her husband who went ahead a year earlier. I often wonder if I’d have that kind of courage in the kind of travel conditions of that era. It also takes courage to say goodbye – I think of my maternal grandmother saying goodbye to almost half her family and never again seeing most of them. A profound, even life-shattering experience for everyone. Yet just another blip in the history of humankind.

visitors

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Things have been quiet here in blogistan lately while we’ve been busy with visitors. We’ve had a really heartwarming reunion with friends whom we haven’t seen in over 30 years. Naturally we’ve been showing them around our beautiful city. The weather has been perfect, sunny and not too hot. Here are just a few photos from the past few days.

Above is a sculpture ENGAGEMENT RINGS by DENNIS OPPENHEIMER, one of the installations of the Vancouver Sculpture Biennale. It was a pleasant surprise to come across this as we walked along the Stanley Park seawall by English Bay. (Note the tree growing on top of the highrise apartment!)

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Our friends, being Japanese-Canadians, particularly enjoyed the Nitobe Memorial Garden, a traditional Japanese garden located at the University of British Columbia. It is considered to be the one of the most authentic Japanese Tea and Stroll Gardens in North America and among the top five Japanese gardens outside of Japan. Lovely play of light and shadow in here.

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Most dramatic show-off destination is to take visitors on the gondola up to Grouse Mountain. We did this one evening for dinner and enjoyed the sunset followed by the sparkling city lights and a moon.

Monday is BC Day, so it’s a long weekend to relax! Have a good one!

summer lists

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these are the dog days
hot July, 36C last weekend
body and brain sluggish and dull
sleep deprived, lazy, unmotivated
open windows, catch a breeze
smells of distant forest fires, night prowling skunks
constant watering garden and self
craving rain, not even blogging
how did we do it last summer?

pleasure in bounty of fruit
pigging out and freezing for winter
own red currants and rhubarb, soon plums
local raspberries, peaches and blueberries
imported mangoes, cantaloupes and nectarines

family coming home from travels today
company coming from east next week
husband’s old school friend and wife
not seen in three decades
what do Japanese eat for breakfast?

clean house
prune garden
prepare food
plan sightseeing
enjoy!