That time of year.....

So, it's that time of year....the time between November 1st and 12th.  The time for disagreements over Christmas decorations going up before Remembrance Day and whether it's proper or not.  

I'm always amazed at the amount of letters to editors, comments written below newspaper articles, horrendous disagreements and name calling after Facebook posts and memes that I see.

The first thing that spouts out of the mouths of those who think that not a single decoration should go up before November 12th  is "disrespect." "You're disrespecting our Veterans." "Show some respect" 

First of all, tell me exactly how me (or you, or anyone) putting up a wreath or snowman or a string of lights is disrespecting a Veteran?  Don't just say "I'm sure you can wait a few weeks to put up your decorations", I want you to tell me how it's disrespectful. Really, how? Do you know the meaning of "disrespectful"? Let's look it up:

"A lack of respect or courtesy. Being insulting. Having scorn, disdain or disregard for someone."

All of that has nothing....nothing to do with the way I hang things in my house, and it's certainly irrelevant to the way I feel about Veterans.  The two things are not comparable, they're apples and oranges. Decorating before November 11th is certainly premature as far as I'm concerned, but it's in no way disrespectful. Decorating before December 1st is equally annoying to me. Or even before December 15th.

Ask a Veteran if they care, the majority of them don't worry about who puts decorations up, and when. It's a cliché to be sure, but being able to make those kinds of choices is what our freedom is about, and no one has the right to say that someone else is wrong and/disrespectful because they are decorating for a holiday. 

I think the lack of Health care, the diminishing pension, and the poor government support that our Veterans receive is a much more pressing issue than a display of Christmas decorations. And if you're not so much upset with Joe-Down-The-Street putting his lights up before the snow flies and the temperature drops to below zero, but you're actually upset with the commercial stores setting up their displays, well, why should a retail organization be any sort of moral compass for us? Who really cares? If it bothers you, don't shop there. If you don't like the way my house looks, don't walk by. Such false outrage.

What it boils down to, for me, is that no one can tell me how I am supposed to honour the dead, and you certainly can't tell me when my holiday spirit should kick in.

You want to respect our Veterans? Instead of getting frothy at the mouth with anger over something as petty as a seasonal display, maybe take a Veteran a meal or take them on an outing. I'm not even going to list the ways to help.....you know the kinds of things that can be done as well as I do.

Donate some money to the poppy fund and wear your poppy. And if you want to decorate early and enjoy your decorations, do so. And if you don't want to....then don't. It's not worth arguing about.

 

Happy Thoughts.

I have a friend who has two children. When she was pregnant with her second, which was totally unexpected, she was terrified that she wouldn't have enough love in her heart for the new baby. She loved her first one so much that she couldn't possibly imagine having any love leftover for another child. I told her that she would be completely amazed at how her heart would expand and that there would be more than enough love to go around. That the heart doesn't have a finite capacity for love, it has an infinite amount of room. (Of course, the heart is just a muscle that doesn't actually feel any kind of emotion at all, but you know what I mean.)

Anyhow, of course when the new babe was born, she was totally besotted and instantly in love. 

And now she worries about when it's time to "let go" and how do you hand your children over to someone else? To have some other person be the Number One in your child's life? I mean when you give your entire self to being Number One to your kids... how do you just give that up? When every moment of your life is spent marveling at the love you have for your children, and seeing the love that is reciprocated, it's a pretty awesome thing.  That little seed of jealousy at giving that love to someone else is planted really, really early. 

However, I am here to tell her (and you!) that it's just like having a new baby...when your son (I can't speak for daughters, since I don't have one....it might be different with girls), when your son finds the woman who is right for him, his true love, the one who makes him smile and makes it worth while to get up each day....you are filled with nothing but joy. Honestly! True story!

I feel sad for women who don't get along with their in-laws, be it daughter-in-law or mother-in-law or even sister-in-law. Holy cow, life is far too fragile to have family animosity. And it can be cut short so quickly that there is often no time to make amends. 

I am incredibly fortunate to have the daughter-in-law that I have. And so fortunate that her mom and dad raised her the way they did. Be happy for your kids....if they're happy, be happy for them. It's simple, really.

Make fun where you can.

So, you know, it's a funny little world we live in. We had to go to Calgary for a doctor appointment this week.  We have to go 3 or 4 times a year, and we have some very good friends who have to go as well, they go much more frequently than we do, and we always hope that someday our visits will coincide so that we can go for dinner in the city, but it never happens. It's frustrating how often our mutual appointments are within a day or two of each other, but never the same day. *sigh*. We've just given up trying.

Part of our routine on the trip is stopping at Timmies in Invermere for a coffee (or an Ice Capp, depending on the season) and a pee break. Steven was in the men's room and commented on how they needed more urinals, it was a tight fit in there, and the fellow In front of him joked and said "As long as no one pees in my back pocket" and turned to leave. Yup, you got it, it was our friend.  

I love when that type of thing happens. Is it fate? Coincidence? Does it happen for a reason unknown to us, but is relevant to our future lives? Hard to say.

We chatted outside for a bit, and then decided to meet up at the Timmies in Canmore for our next pee and coffee break (because face it, we're old and Canadian, the oldness means more pee stops and the Canadian part means we automatically pull into any Timmies on the highway)

Just a few miles out of invermere we saw the highway in front of us filled with bumper to bumper traffic, and thought "yikes....Sunday in the summer on the road to Banff....gonna be a long trip", however as we came to a dead stop, we realized it was an accident. A bad one, 3 or 4 ambulances soon passed us, fire trucks, police cars and the Stars Air Ambulance (our medical helicopter service, for my non-Canadian readers). The highway was going to be closed for 4-6 hours. 

Our friends were just two cars in front of us, so we walked up to them to figure out what to do. Either sit for 4-6 hours in the heat, or turn around and go back to Cranbrook (about an hour and a half) and then go to Calgary the other way, 4.5 hours. Which would make the total trip about 8 hours....1.5 here, 1.5 back, 4.5 there, plus pee stops....this is why we leave for our appointments a day ahead of time.

Anyhow, our friends have a relation who used to live in the Invermere area, and he's a logger and knew of a back way around, a forest service/logging road. He said it would be rough and dusty, but only about a 45 minute detour and we'd be back on the highway! So hooray for cell phones and friends!

The drive was quite beautiful, we had never been that way (I mean, unless you're a logger, who would be that way?) The scenery was lovely, what we could see of it, because when he said it would be dusty, he was not exaggerating at all.

Hack, hack, cough, choke.

  

However, every now and then we could look over the valley. The highway we should have been on is waaaaay over there, on the far side of the valley.

As the road wound down into Radium (where our junction to turn towards Banff was) we did notice a really nice looking campground by the river, a possibility for future trips. Well, not likely, but good to know.

So, a scant hour after stopping for the accident, we were right back on track. Which brings me to these thoughts:

If we hadn't seen our friends in Timmies and chatted with them, would we have been past the area before the accident even occurred? Would we have driven to Calgary as usual, no visit and no detour?

Or...would we have been one of the first at the accident, and not having seen our friends we would have had to have waited the 4-6 hours, or turned around and ended up with an eight hour trip?

Or...would we have been involved in the accident?

Did we run into our friends there for a divine reason? Or was it luck? Or something greater? I guess we aren't meant to have all the answers.

We continued on through the parks (Kootenay National and Banff National...so gorgeous), had our coffee and lunch meeting at Timmies in Canmore and continued on to Calgary where we met them for a great dinner at Nicks Steakhouse in the city. Finally! Schedules coincided!  (Seafood fettuccine)

Next day was a quick hospital appointment, then a bit of shopping, then a doctor visit, then dinner.

We went to Montana's, generally a decent restaurant in a chain. It was pretty bad. We went once, about two years ago and it was awful, but I believe in second chances. We went a year ago and it was "ok".... Not great, but average. It's right beside the cinema we go to, which is also by our hotel, so it's handy and within walking distance, so we decided to give it another shot.....third time's a charm and all that. Well, I'm here to tell you, third time is not a charm.

The coffee was excellent....served in a huge ceramic mug. That was all that was good and picture-worthy.

Husband had a small steak, with 4 wings and waffle fries. She asked if he would like mushrooms with the steak and he said "sure", and also a small clamato on the side for the draught beer. So. They forgot the wings, the waffle fries were all stuck together, the mushrooms were an additional $6.99, I knew there would be a charge, I thought $1.99, maybe even $2.99, but come on...six dollars and ninty nine cents? Plus they were out of draught beer and still charged .99 for the clamato to go along with the tall boy they brought. (My non-Canadian Aussie friends, yes, clamato is clam juice with tomato and spices and we mix it with our beer. It's yummy. Don't squinch your face up, you guys eat Vegemite)

I had a grilled chicken breast, kinda dry, grilled prawns that were not hot, barely warm, the "seasonal veggies" were chunks of zucchini, red peppers, and something yellow, soggy, in a bowl. I may have had rice as a side, I honestly can't recall. We never did get our water, nor the offer of more coffee.

Plus, I forgot how annoying the constant shout-out (with age announced) of birthdays every 5 minutes is, along with horrible singing, but I'll also concede that that isn't the fault of the staff nor the cooks.

There was, however, the cutest baby beside us. Maybe 8-9 months old, chubby as all get out, with a dark black shock of hair and black eyes and incredible dimples. I know he had dimples because every time he peeked our way, he'd go into fits and gales of laughter. Made my day. Laughing babies. Better than any meal.

So,  I try to not be "that person" who doesn't tip, but in this case neither the food, nor the service was any good. It wasn't busy, there were lots of servers working, there was no reason for it. She passed by us quite often and never once stopped to ask how things were, or if we needed anything. And plus, the food was not good. So I did not leave a tip. 

Then we went to the show and I watched Matt Damon being all buff and Matt Damon-y and I had jujubes too, so all was well in my world again.

Next day we had to run to the hospital for husband to give a blood sample. We walked over to the hospital, walked into the lab, I pushed the machine to get a number and before I even had a chance to grab the ticket, a nurse came out and called us. Wow! That's either luck or awesome staff scheduling, in either case it was literally less than a three second wait. Literally. We had originally planned to stop a clinic after the doctors visit yesterday because the hospital lab was closed, however the one lab we walked into had a wait time of 2-3 hours minimum. My heart sunk, thinking we'd be spending all the next day waiting, so the three second wait was pretty thrilling to me,

Did a bit of shopping at the Costco, done and done. Out of the city by noon.

Now. I have to tell you about this place: Chiniki Village. Have my local friends heard of it? I'm sure you've seen it, it's about an hour west of Calgary, I believe on the Nakota land. There was a gas bar/restaurant/native handicraft place there before, but it burned to the ground (arson) a few years ago. However, it's finally been rebuilt and reopened and I've wanted to stop there for a while now. And, am I ever glad we did, it's fabulous!

The gas bar is just a gas bar, the convenience store is large, clean, well stocked, sells lots of native items and handicrafts as well, but still nothing too special. But walk around the side, go up a few stairs, and there is the restaurant. It's huge! It's bright, with massive windows and a huge open beam ceiling, kind of a tee-pee idea I think. The staff were super friendly, and the service was excellent as well. The lunch menu was burgers and sandwiches, soups...the usual, except instead of buns and bread, it was on bannock and fry bread, and lots of elk and bison. I had a bacon, lettuce, tomato, egg and cheddar on bannock, and he had a clubhouse. Gotta say, it was excellent, and only $6.99.

Nice view from their deck.

The seating area was circular, all around the fire place in the centre. The little gift area you can

see in the right, sells elk tendons (packaged for soup), elk antler ground into pills, elk 

antlers still in velvet etc, with lots of writing in Japanese. You know the tour buses stop

here and the Japanese men probably buy as much as they can carry! (Again, my Aussie and 

European friends....elk antlers are an aphrodisiac. That's probably a rumor started by

North American hunters)

And then we hit the highway and came home. 

So it just goes to show how attitude can make or break you. You can: "sigh....have to go all the 

way to Calgary just to see a doctor...hotels, gas, meals. Waste of money" or you can "Whoop! Road trip! Let's  try and find something new and exciting to try!! Yippee!"

 I try to be the "yippee" kind of person.

Road Trip to Glacier.

So, I know I start way too many sentences with "so" and "anyhow", and I also use far too many exclaimation marks. Really! I also use commas completely wrong, and too often, but they say to write the way you talk, and that's how I talk. Actually, I don't think they say that, I think they say to write about what you know, but whatever. This is how thoughts leave my head and also how they leave my fingertips. So here you go. My three day road trip to Glacier National Park, written as if I was talking to you.

First, a tiny bit of background. Don't worry, it's short and sweet,  and if you're not interested then just cruise over to the next paragraph.

Glacier National Park was designated as a park in 1910, and in 1932, Rotary Club members convinced the United States and Canada to join Waterton (Canada's park) and Glacier together to become the world's first International Peace Park. In 1995 it became a World Heritage Site.  However, Native Americans first arrived here roughly 10,000 years ago. It contains 762 lakes, 24 species of fish, 71 types of mammals, 277 species of birds and 1132 species of plants! There are only 25 glaciers left, down from an estimated 150 in the mid-19th century. Don't tell me that global warming isn't real. There is also one mountain called Triple Divide Peak, which straddles the Continental Divide and sends water three ways...towards the Pacific Ocean, Husdon Bay and Gulf of Mexico watersheds. I guess it could be considered the Apex of North America! Anyhow, that's my history lesson.

We left Cranbrook early, hoping to beat the heat, however the weather was gray and cloudy and the rain started before long. Not a downpour, but just enough to make everything cold and damp and to make everyone cranky. (By "everyone", you can probably guess I mean me.) The border crossing was quick, only two other vehicles ahead of us, and as we glumly drove through the gloom, we spotted this:

So, umm, seriously, what would you have done? Exactly.

All their whiskey, brandy and eau-de vie are distilled on site. We tried a wheatfish whiskey, I did not like it....too strong and burn-y. We tried a fireweed bourbon, I did not like it...too strong and bourbon-y. We tried a pear eau-de-vie, I did not like it at first....tasted like moonshine, but 32 pears are used for each bottle and it had a fabulous pear aftertaste. And we tried Daughter of the Sun, a cherry brandy with 22 pounds of cherries in each bottle. Ummm, yeah, I could still be sitting there today...it was spectacular.

So, feeling somewhat fortified and warm, we continued on and in no time we were here.

 

I love these wooden signs, they look so...original? I am somewhat obsessed with anything from the 1930's, 1940's and 1950's and I get all sappy and maudlin when I'm lucky enough to be able to see, and stay at places that are evocative of those years, so excuse any blathering prose that might come flowing from my fingers.

I was surprised that the entrance fee was $30, whether you were staying a day or 7 days, it was a set rate of $30. I thought they'd have a day rate, but I guess it's just easier to charge one price at the door. I have to say, the whole park was immaculate, and you could see renovations and upkeep going on everywhere, so the money does get used in a good way.

So, we stayed in a little cabin called Glacier Motel on the Bluff....built in the 1920's! Oh my god, it was awesome! Tiny, tiny, tiny. One queen bed, a small desk with a chair. A small closet area to hang a jacket or two. The bathroom had an itsy-bitsy sink, toilet (of course) and a small shower, no tub. It was very dated, wooden panelling, single pane window that didn't open, and it rattled when Steven touched it, I think the caulking was from the 1920's too. I believe a strong wind would have blown it right out. No TV, no wifi, and just one small lamp. It was perfect. 

It was on a steep bluff (thus the name) and overlooked the Flathead River. This was our view from the back. It was a nice way to relax after driving through the rain. By this time the weather had cleared up, still a bit gray, but no more rain, so we went for a walk along the top of the bluff. The path was at the edge, within a foot or two I'd say, and no guard rail. I was pretty sure I was going to catch my foot in a gopher hole and go cartwheeling down to the bottom, but all was well.

We decided to go to the visitor centre in Apgar (which is the little town at the beginning of the park) and get some maps. I can't function in a new place without a map. I'm being serious, my sense of direction is non-existent, I get lost in a hotel hallway.

We waited in a short line to talk to a Park Ranger/volunteer and the fellow whose line we ended up in was about 3 or 4 hundred years old. I could hear him talking to the kidlets in front of us and and I could also feel my eyes getting ready to roll out of my head and bounce right out the door. He was annoying and slow. Well, my apologies to the powers that be, that was ignorant of me because when we got up there he asked us where we were from and I said "southern BC" and he said "Oh, give me a town". I said "Cranbrook" and he said "I was born and raised in Fernie." (Which, for my non-BC friends, is an hour down the road from Cranbrook, Steven was born and raised there, we were married there and both our kids were born there.) Turns out that he and Steven have loads of friends in common. Can you believe that? He gave us some great tips and hints about seeing the park, and as we were leaving he glanced around and reached under the counter and discretely held his hand over mine, and gently dropped these into my palm.

 

It was sweet, and I felt like such a cow for my earlier impatience. 

By now it was suppertime so we drove down the hill to a local restaurant in West Glacier. Steven had fish and chips, which he said were pretty good and I had this:

Does it look gross? That's because it was. I ordered a chicken wrap, and this is how they make them. I know it looks like tuna or salmon, but it was chicken. It had dried cherries in it, and cilantro. Not a combo that works well. The dish beside it contains potato salad, which was kind of ok, not great, but edible. Steven had a side of coleslaw with vinaigrette with his meal, and I'm pretty sure the oil was rancid. So, just so you know, don't order those items when you visit. It was the West Glacier Cafe.  And my pickle was soggy too, to top it off. Look at it, lying there all limp and curled up.

But still, a lousy meal away from home is still better than a lousy meal at home, and everything is an adventure. We wandered through the grocery store (with more craft beers than I have ever seen in one place) and the gift shop, where I bought some huckleberry tea. Then we went back to our little cabin-from-the-past and went to bed. 

We had the alarm set for 7am, everything I had read about the park said that the earlier you go, the better, all the parking spots fill up super quick and if you want to stop for photos, lunch, hikes, whatever, any time after 11am generally means the parking is hard to find. We heard the neighbors leaving early, so we decided to get up and hit the road. I was up by about 6:30...which, for those of you who know me, is incredible. We had a muffin at the same cafe as last night (the only place handy) and it was pretty dry, and they only had Coffee Mate, no cream! Luckily we had a cooler with us, and we had some strudel, buns and kelibasa for later.

Ok! Let's hit the road! There was just a short line up, maybe 5 or 6 vehicles in front of us at the entrance, and as we climbed higher and higher the skies got bluer and bluer. The speed limit is generally about 25 mph, some spots a bit more, some a bit less, depending on where you are in the park. The traffic was minimal, we had lots of time to slow down and gaze, and all the good pull over spots for photos were empty.

I had my camera ready for The West Tunnel....the pamphlet says "Imagine the time and manpower it took to bore through this mountain using 1926 technology!" Which, ok, yes, that's true, but anyone who has travelled through BC has seen tunnels just as old and 10 times longer. I'm not complaining, we chuckled about it because we were expecting something truly spectacular.

As we drove higher, we could look down into the valley below us and it was like we were above the clouds. It was a pretty amazing sight, and my pictures don't do it justice. It looked like a giant being had packed the bottom of the valley with cotton batten and tucked it in neatly at the edges of the mountains.

The Triple Arches are considered an architectural and engineering marvel, they allow the water to flow under the highway without any eroding of the banks, and I did think that they were pretty amazing.

This is Bird Woman Falls, 492 feet! The arch below the road allows the water to flow freely

without eroding the sides of the road. I mean, it's a looooong drop down if the road washed 

away. 

This picture (below) shows how the road twists, and the steep drop-off at the edge, and

how little guard there is at the side. Not for drivers with vertigo!

Before long we arrived at Logan's Pass, which is the summit. There is a large parking lot, a visitors centre, washrooms, areas to sit and have a snack (bring your own...no food sold here) and it's also the start of a huge amount of hiking trails, which was on my agenda, thus the need to get a parking spot. As I mentioned, we were told that parking is at a premium at around 11 am. We were there at 9-ish, and it was packed. We were so lucky to get a spot. It's kind of a shame that there isnt more room, really, but the park can only expand a certain amount. People were driving around and around and you could see the stress on everyone's face as they'd just miss a spot. We pulled in, and there was a vacant spot right in front of us, and we grabbed it.

So off we hiked! The weather was quite cool, in a perfect way, because the climb was all uphill. Not in a Macchu Pichu type of climb, but uphill nonetheless. There were people around, but not a lot, considering how crowded the parking lot was. I don't know where everyone was. 

The trail started off through alpine meadows that were loaded with flowers. I've never actually seen an alpine field filled with flowers before, at least not like this. It was just gorgeous. There was Indian Paintbrush, fireweed, purple asters, white daisies, yellow daisies,  buttercups and a wild snapdragon type of thing, as well as things I didn't recognize.

There were little streams running down the hills, and flowers everywhere.

It was interesting to see snowpack with flowers growing right beside it. 

We could see goats on the hills as well. It was very "Sound of Music", and if was a braver woman I would have twirled around and sung the iconic song, but even I have my limts. It was enough embarrassment for Steven as I laid on the boardwalk to take a picture.

As we hiked higher, the crowds lessened. The first mile or so was on a boardwalk in order to keep people off the delicate land, so it was an easy walk, and nice for older or less healthy folks.  

We eventually got to Hidden Lake, look at the colour! Actually, I learned that the colour of glacier- fed lakes is from silt called "glacier flour"

"The silt is created when rocks underneath the surface of the ice are grinding from the movement of the glacier. The rock flour is very light and stays suspended in the water for a long time, as it's too light to sink, but too heavy to float to the surface. The sunlight that reflects off this rock flour is what gives the lakes their spectacular turquoise blue or green colour."  The colour was fabulous, and the water was ice, ice cold, baby.

We walked a bit further, towards the clouds you see, and then we headed back to the car.

I stopped at the visitors centre for a quick bathroom break, and I thought for a moment that I was having altitude sickness hallucinations as a stall door opened and three, yes three, identical little girls came out. It was either triplets, a vision, or a scene from a Stephen King book, because they were very solomn looking, covered with adorable freckles, hair in pigtails and wearing little matching cotton sundresses. If I'd had water in my mouth I'd have done a classic spit-take.

When we got back to car, I told Steven to take five while I got a drink, organized my camera, fixed my sandels and whatnot, but the frantic rush of vehicles to line up for our spot as soon as we got into the car made us decide to just quickly go. Vehicles were zooming towards us, and two large SUVs stopped, one to the left and one to the right. They were both ready to pull in, eyes glaring at each other and engines revving as they inched forward. Meanwhile, a tiny import was trying to squeeze through to weasel his way in. Cars were also behind us, wanting to pull in directly behind us as we pulled out. Whoever was going to get our spot was totally dependent on us....whether we backed out, pulled out to the left, or pulled out to the right. I felt very powerful. I sort of wanted to grab the cooler, get out a snack and settle on the hood of the car for a little break, but I think that may have caused unrest and riots. We left in the direction to give a Toyota our spot. 

So,  Logan's Pass is about half way through, and as it is the summit, we were now on a gradual decline, but the scenery was still pretty incredible. This is tiny Wild Goose Island.

Stopped for a quick roadside lunch once we reached the bottom. 

So, then we left the park, headed north, and re-entered the park at a smaller entrance, so that we could head to the area called Many Glacier. There is an astounding hotel there, built by the  Northern Railroad in 1914-1915. Yowza!  This is a view of the hotel, from the dock, and below this is the view from the hotel itself. Can you imagine opening your hotel room curtains in the morning and seeing that view? Double yowza.

The lake is called Swift Current Lake, and as we were driving in, I noticed the river beside 

the road and it was flowing at a furious rate. I commented "whoa...look how swift that

current is." and to my amusement I saw a sign that said "Swift Current River." I felt

pretty smug, actually.

After this, we left the park again, headed south, and re-entered further down in the area known

as Two Medicine. Back in day, before the Going to the Sun road was completed, Two Medicine 

was the primary destination for travelers coming from the East. (Not like the Far East, but just eastern US and Canada)

It was just as beautiful as all the other areas, and we decided to treat ourselves to a boat cruise on St. Mary Lake. The boat we were on was called The Sinopah, and guess what? It was built in 1928! I was ridiculously excited about this. It hadn't had any "issues" since 1938, so I felt pretty safe. 

Breezy and relaxing, beard hairs blowing in the wind.

We were allowed to stand on the bow of the boat, so of course you can all guess what

I wanted to do, but I totally restrained myself from the ultimate cheesy outburst.

After a reasonably informative tour (learning about the Blackfeet Tribe that originally settled here,

and I say "reasonably informative" because you know half of what you hear isn't true) we had to 

end our tour of the park and head to Kallispell for the night.

We drove around the perimeter of the park, to the south and back up to Columbia Falls and down to Kallispell where we had an excellent steak dinner at Winchesters, even though the picture

looks like it's not so tasty. 

And that's it. The trip is worth taking, it's one of the top ten beautiful drives in the world, and it should be on every ones "To Do" list. I didn't think it was as terrifying as people say, but it was most assuredly  as breathtaking as I've heard.

Fin. 😊

The Hell known as Telus, or, "Companies that make me cry with frustration"

I will try to make a long and boring story short and interesting. I'll try doing it in bullet style.

-PVR is going all pixel-y and herky-jerky. ( I didn't say I'd use proper technological terms.)

-Phone Telus....wait on hold for days.

-Have to do all sorts of reboot shit with someone from another land.

-Finally set up appt for technician to come here to my actual house.

-Guy shows up, replaces faulty PVR.👍

-I might add, he replaced a sleek little model with an ancient cumbersome thing. 👎

(A few short weeks go by. We go on a little vacation, PVR-ing many shows.

You guessed it. Return home to find all shows unwatchable)

-Repeat the first 6 steps not once, but TWICE. As in, two more technicians and two more PVR's

-Feeling uncontrollable rage at constant loss of TV and the explanation that Telus "only has refurbished PVR's as they are slowly getting away from satellite completely."

-Also uncontrollable rage at wasting days waiting for someone to show.

-Fellow tried to talk us into Optik, which we didn't really want as that involves digging a trench to lay conduit. Telus has dug in our yard before, with horrendous and disastrous results. 

-As 4th PVR starts to go screwy, we decide to go Optik.

-Phone Telus and the guy says someone will be up soon to lay conduit.

-Two weeks go by....nada.

-Phone Telus, guy says conduit not needed....already there.

-Set up appt for guy to hook up Optik. Saturday between 8-10 AM.

-3 o'clock.....still no guy.

-Guy shows at 4 (after a multitude of nasty calls to Telus) He had been delayed in an area with no service, at at least that's what he told the Telus girl who phoned him. ('Scuse me? You phoned him? I thought he was in an area with no service)

-Anyhow, guy arrives at 4 and says "where's the conduit?"

-Mighty cursing is heard. 

-A few days later yet another guy shows to hook up the Optik and wonders where the conduit is.

-Guy was almost as apoplectic as me.

-I will be brief now:

-Phone a higher up guy. He says conduit is there. Phone another guy. He says of course it isn't....a trench needs to be dug. Phone a lady. She says "are you going to install the conduit yourselves?"

-Husband is having a coronary and says something like: "I could fucking do it with a teaspoon faster than you guys."

-Back and forth calls ensue.

-Hear a noise outside early one AM.

-Look out and see a Telus truck vanishing into the twilight.

-Telus box  on corner has been opened (and not shut properly.)

-A piece of what appears to be shoelace is hanging from the old Shaw Box attached to the house 

(Oh Shaw....how I despised you in the past, little knowing that your lousy service was still better than Telus)

-Phone a guy to ask what's up with the shoelace and the vanishing truck....could it be true that the conduit was there all along?

-"Impossible" he snaps at me. "That cannot be. You need a trench."

-A few days later, many phone calls later, a guy appears.

-He looks and says "yup, conduit was there. Someone fished the line thru"

-I feel veins enlarging in my head.

-10 AM he starts.....4 PM he leaves.

-While hooking up the basement PVR, he comments that "oh...desktop computer not wireless? Sorry....no Internet for you. Need a new computer or fixilator-card "(I made that word up as I have no idea what he said)

-I feel my hands clench and facial tics appear.

-I do have to say, though, he was friendly and sympathetic and a really nice and decent guy.

-Meanwhile, many of the phone calls from our end were complaints about shoddy service, lack of service and poor business practices. 

-End result being an awesome deal on our monthly bill and a substantial credit on our account.

-Go to check the exciting new channel line-up to find we are missing more than half the channels.

-Find that we have LESS channels now than we did yesterday.

-Extremely cranky calls are made.

-The buck is passed to higher and higher Telus folks, but no one can make a decision. 

- Waiting for a call tomorrow.

If there is a Hell, Telus is definitely part of it.  

Bill said so.

I have made a few comments about the latest hair style for men known as man-buns. I think they look ridiculous and I dislike them. 

Then, I felt bad because really, it's only hair and who cares, and who am I to be judgemental about some strangers hair anyhow? 

On one hand I feel I should be able to say how much a certain style irks me (mens pants hanging down around their knees is a major one) and on the other hand, I like to think that people should be able to do what they want with their hair and their clothes and it's none of my business.

And mostly, I don't  care. And then I feel guilty when something strikes me as ridiculous and I want to make a statement. Rock and a hard place.

Meanwhile, I'm reading the new Bill Bryson book, "The Road to Little Dribbling" and chapter 12 starts like this:

"For some time, I have believed that everyone should be allowed to have a dozen or so things that they  dislike without having to justify or explain to anyone why they don't like them. Reflex Loathings, I call them."

And then he goes on to list his Loathings.

What an awesome concept. My guilt has vanished. I can say, without having to justify my feelings, that man-buns and the men who wear them annoy the shit right out of me. All of them.

Every. Single. One. 

And now I'm pretty excited to come up with a few more things that I can publicly scoff at at and feel no shame.  I love you, Bill Bryson.

Are they serious?

The new trend is to be offended by everything. 

It's nearly impossible to speak publicly anymore without offending someone. I am really very happy that I'm not in the public eye at all. I'd be afraid to open my mouth without an interpreter and a lawyer by my side. 

Some words are assuredly vulgar and just don't need to be heard in public, but the variations are awfully hard to keep track of.  

I can say "she is a woman of colour" but I can't say "she is a coloured woman."

There's a petition out there to change the name of the retarder in a vehicle. True fact.

Topics such as abortion, menstrual problems, birth control...did you know it's not PC to call them "women's health issues" anymore because trans people can't get pregnant? 

Things that are "strange"can also be "weird" or "odd" but they can't be "queer" anymore.

I don't even know how to speak anymore. On one hand, I feel as if it's no skin off of my nose to use words that are not offensive, I have a good enough vocabulary to use non-offensive terms. Why upset  people for no reason? But on the other hand, why should I have to tip toe around (what I observe to be) overly sensitive people who are just looking for a reason to be pompous and offended? 

It's getting completely ridiculous. Honestly. Here's today's news, and it's everywhere:

And....

 "Well?" you ask. "What's the horrible thing that Trump called Cruz?"

Oh....my.....God....he called him..a, a, a......(whisper) a pussy.

Ok. Number one, Trump didn't actually call Cruz a pussy at all. A woman in the audience shouted out that Cruz was a pussy, and as Trump laughed, other people were hollering "what did she say?" and Trump said "She called him a pussy". 

And Number two, it was meant to be an insult to Cruz in the same vein as calling him a wimp or a wuss or a baby. 

Good God. Even CNN is doing the pussy-dance, calling it "The p-word"

When the word "pussy" has to be bleeped by news reporters, and is considered vulgar, we are in trouble.

Bunch of pussies. 

Quick trip to Calgary.

We had two quick Calgary trips this January. Both involved doctor appointments, so we were limited as to what days to go, meaning we couldn't plan around NHL games or even WHL games, or any other event. As it turns out, the days we were there had nothing exciting going on.

We did a little walking through the city:

We also ate at a nice brew pub, the dinner was good, but not picture-worthy. I had a beef dip, Steven had fish 'n chips. The dessert however, was so good! Maple-bacon deep fried mini donuts. Gooey, rich, sweet and sticky.

On the way home, both times, the weather was both sunny with dry roads, cloudy with slick roads and blizzard-like with treacherous roads. Traveling in the Rocky Mountains in the winter can be white knuckle all the way.

  

One Big Dog!