PROUD TO BE CANADIAN
BS"D
I caught an NFB documentary on the Knowledge Network (channel 5 here in Vancouver) called "Shinny: the Hockey in All of Us". It brought back old memories of skating on the neighbourhood pond behind Lona's house when I was in grade 3, & of all tennis & basketball courts in public parks having the hose turned on them as the weather froze so we could skate outdoors for free all winter in Prince George. You'll notice that *every* single picture on the site is snowy. That's because we had 2 seasons there - Winter & July. We have an 8mm film of our family playing "crack the whip" on one of those frozen rectangles when I was 3. I miss Dad. He was the real skater in the family. Quite the hockey player, too.
Sigh.
& here I sit at my desk with 4cm of snow outside, a rarity on the Southwest Coast, & with no time to play in it, appreciate it, skate...
Very melancholy today.
You know there's a place in Metulla called "Merkaz Canada". If you flash your Canuck passport, you get in free. That's right, all the hockey, swimming, skating, whatever they offer, all gratis.
I wish I lived in a simple small town in Saskatchewan right now, like Shaunavon, instead of a big, complicated city like Vancouver.
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posted by Soferet | 1:58:00 a.m.
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I miss outdoor skating on frozen ponds (but not the frozen feet). Not hockey.
But sometimes, i remember the little town in southeast Manitoba we lived in for three years--dysfunctional as hell (and very complicated), but the prairie light and the trees and the landscape still speak to someplace in my heart these years later.
Winter makes us wistful.
BS"D
Yes, perhaps it's the slow dying of Autumn & the resting of Winter which inspires us to turn inward. That process readying us for delicate snowdrops & crocuses forcing themselves up from the seemingly barren earth.
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