Favourite Books

  • The Green Mile
  • Animal Farm
  • Lord of the Flies
  • Lord of the Rings
  • To Kill a Mockingbird

Friday, 29 November 2013


So...I decided it was time for me to be honest. I do NOT love the Peace Valley! I imagine some of those who know me, must wonder with my rants, those who hear me whine all winter about the cold. You must think I am full of crap to be fighting to keep what is mine, when it is apparent I can't stand living here.
  I admit, on a drive, winter or summer to the "John" my breath is taken away more than once by the absolute beauty of this area. But, in the winter I call it "Christmas Card" beauty. It looks amazing, but, I would prefer to be looking at it, elsewhere, somewhere far warmer. I am awe struck when it gets so cold, I see the crystals out the window, glittering like a millions stars, in the sunshine. The sight of the trees covered in hoarfrost, like someone has spray painted them with icicles. The glow of the moon on the river, with the Northern lights dancing in the sky, is something akin to a religious experience, it is beyond description, and makes a person feel the world can be a beautiful place.
  But...I hate the cold! I hate it when it hurts to breathe, I hate it when my toes go numb, and my glasses become painful on my face. I hate it when I have to start my car, 30 minutes before I go anywhere, because the tires are rock solid, and the leather is an ice cube. I hate it when I have to wear my housecoat all day, because it is the only way I can feel warm. I hate it when the furnace goes steady, or the woodstove is always in need of another load, and I have to wake up every few hours to fill it. I hate trying to shovel a foot of snow out of the driveway at -30.
  I am NOT a settler. I am not someone who wants to live and die here. My family did not build their lives in the Peace,like those who are suffering far worse than I. The simple fact is, I am selfish. I found the single way to allow me to deal with the stuff I hate about this area. Who imagined it would be the river itself? My single pleasure is actually the beauty of what makes this area special. My tiny piece of the valley.
  Now, unlike those who have lived here for generations, or..40 plus years, I am not tied to the valley. If I had the same elsewhere, I would be content. See, there is no history here, for me. All that I have, that I never for a moment imagined I would possess, is my very own campsite. You know, that place you drive along for hours looking for, with your travel trailer . That place you feel one with nature. The spot you haul your lawnchair out, and sit in silence, just letting the beauty soak in. Then reality hits, you pack up and drive away, and for years recall that special spot. Maybe it becomes a place you return to year after year, because you cannot get it out of your mind. Well, I have that every day. In fact, when we make plans to go camping, often I wonder why we just don't drive around back, because we have to go pretty far to find anything close.
  Outside my window, as I type, the sky is just beginning to brighten, almost all the morning clouds are losing their pink. The river is not steaming today (it steams an awful lot because of the temperature caused by the dam) The mighty Peace. I remember learning about this river back in elementary school. It seemed so far away, and when I was in elementary school, there was no WAC Bennett dam. I remember something to do with the Athabasca river, somehow connected. Now, in this battle with Hydro, all that I learned in the 60's has meaning. I am now a part of this piece of history. What I see out my window is incredibly important,because, I am seeing something that will disappear.No one else is going to see this piece of the valley, as it is today.
  So, I am simply trying to put how I feel in some perspective, others could understand. That special camping spot, the one you go to year after year. That spot that you haul your lawn chair out, and sit, letting the beauty and silence envelope you. That one place you can unwind, and know that the world can be beautiful. Take a really good look, take a whole lot of pictures, because next time, it may be gone.
  It is so difficult to fathom...I am seeing something that no other generation will ever experience. An enormous land base is going to disappear. In the future they will say, there used to be a river under there. There used to be farms and homes and trees and animals, and now it is yet another man-made disaster.The banks of the valley will subside into this stinking Cesspool . Thousands of animals will decompose in it, trees will rot beneath it, fish will drown, birds will not find a place to nest. The whole ecosystem will tumble, but Hydro will mitigate.
  So, when your special spot is gone, perhaps someone can point you somewhere else, someplace sort of the same, someplace that is nice, but just does not give you what you used to have, and...that is mitigation! I can be compensated, and mitigated, because, I do NOT love the Peace Valley..or...perhaps somehow, without my knowledge, it has found it's way into my heart?

Thursday, 28 November 2013

Diarrhea of The Mouth

Heehee...yes I had to Google that word. Some words are just far too confusing to remember how to spell. Anyhooo...I figured I would explain why I have suddenly developed a terrible case of diarrhea of the mouth. Oh I know, I have always had a case, but...now it is beyond extreme.
  Fact is..I now have all the time in the world to contemplate, and, no longer have a sounding board. Yep, I have entered the world of the unemployed! Fair warning, unemployment in the summer, not so bad. Got outside time, to break the monotony....stick me in the house for the winter, I am like a shrew caught in a corner.
  For those who have never lived in a small town, it is unlikely you can imagine what life is like when the economy turns off. We never have the constant rush of the city, even when things are going full-speed, but, we do have movement. Turn off everything (besides of course, Hydro) and, the only way I can describe things, is, every day is like Sunday. However, you city folks can't understand that, either,LOL.
  The town is empty. You can take a drive to the store and see no one,until you actually walk in the door. The sounds change. A single truck going past the house, sounds as loud as a train. I can stand out on my back deck, and hear folks talking at the restaurant, down the road, and around the corner. It is like living in civilization with the power turned off.
 "Oh", you say..."Isn't that what you desire?" Yes, I do desire the peace and quiet, however, when it gets this quiet, it is almost eerie, because....I live in town! Imagine driving through your community, past the post office, the restaurants, the hotel, the bank, on a Tuesday...all the parking lots are empty. Suddenly, you begin to wonder...was there an evacuation and no one informed me? Hey, could happen, surrounded by Dams, right...You expect the empty on Christmas Day, but not in the middle of a work week.
  For days I drove to work, and had the pick of the whole parking lot. One vehicle besides my own, and that has been parked for months. The lights were off, except for a single window lit in the office. Add winter to this picture, pretty much pitch black at 7:30AM. I have to tell you, been working at this job for some time, and never, ever seen the place this dead, for so long. Maybe they are staying at the other hotels? Nope, always look down the road when I pull out at the one, and then drive past the other..there might be a couple more vehicles, than none, but it is obvious, there just is no one here!
 Hey, I don't know a thing about business. I hear the rumours, which have had crews coming in for the past 2 months, crews that never showed up. I can remember life before Oil and Gas, and the only life on the streets was the deer. Funny, just realized, that really must be what makes the difference here, Oil and Gas.
 Way back in the day, it was Hydro. The hotel used to be filled with workers. However, we all know that changed with the construction of the more "suitable" accommodations, and the lease of every "suitable" rental. But, it is apparent, very little is happening with Hydro. Yikes...really hoped they would get that damn Rip Rap up around the base of the Dam, that tid bit has been nagging on my mind since they disclosed it.
  But, our beloved Hydro is in what appears to be a holding pattern. Even their great big Christmas party has changed, they are not all going up to the lovely lodge, instead they are looking for a caterer. Hey, now that those at the top decided they were going to hold the public hearings on the mistake of the century, they can't have their employees wining and dining in style, right?
  It is clear,Hydro has pushed the PAUSE button. They decided they would f*ck with everyone's Christmas plans, they hope that the numbers at their hearings are low, so they can claim, no one cares. They have given dates for the hearings, however...those may change, at Hydro's whim, they will notify us. They are, as I mentioned before, spoiled children. They are bound and determined to get what they want, and will stop at nothing, because...they ARE government, to get it.
  Every single thing that happens in this valley revolves around Hydro. It has since the first Dam was built way back in the 60's. They have held control with the specter of Site C hanging over each and every property owner from Bear Flats to Hudson's Hope. Not a single soul knows what is going to happen, we can only listen to what they say, and we all know there is seldom a grain of truth to their words...Why? Because they are simply the messengers. They have been chosen to sit in the middle and pass information between their superiors and the public, much like trained seals. They don't have to think, they have their papers in front, listing what they can tell us, and they have accepted that position. They don't have to debate whether something is good or bad, they deliver the messages they have been given.
 Ms Clark, Mr. Bennett and all the other ministers are just rubbing their hands together. This project will make a whole whack of folks in the lower mainland happy. They will travel by droves from there, Prince George, and yes, even Ontario and Quebec and likely the States, all picked from those mighty Union Spare boards, and shoulder rubbing connections. Folks will be making money, and paying taxes (well the ones in B.C.anyway) what a party!! Hey, it's not hurting anyone who counts, right? So, the folks in the Valley have had their little piece of the province ripped away, too bad, Hydro employees are still working..and living in nice places.Reality is, this town may see a very small increase in business sales, but it is doubtful. The citizens are either retired or work already(can't afford to live in the north without employment). They don't need work, and I bet one could count each person on any of those Union boards on one hand! This is simply a make work project, thought up by the government, and out of desperation about to commence without due care and diligence.
 The other fact that blows me away...They are not going to pay for it, until it is in operation! Well, lets change that they, to we. Yep going to spend all those billions out of the coffers, our coffers. Hummm...hydro rate hikes.....That is your tax dollars along with your hydro rate hikes, for a Dam that should not and does not,need to be built. What if every person in B.C. took a million bucks out of the government piggy bank, because they wanted to start a business?Ooops, I forgot, give 2 million to those folks who have gone bankrupt, because we love to hand money over to corporations that dig themselves into a huge hole.  Then, let them keep that money until they started making enough money to feel like paying it back. Hey, lets give all the mines the option to borrow from the government, and pay back when they are operational...likely get a fair chunk of business that way...It is just insane!! No one is stopping them! They are admitting the government has been sucking "dividends" in excessive amounts out of Hydro, they have admitted they will NOT allow the commission set in place to ensure fairness in Utility rates and necessary projects have a thing to do with Hydro until 2017 and then just a little control. They have removed the safety net of the citizens of this province and won't put it back until this is all over! WTF!!!! People of this Province, are you all so blind, you can't see what is written on your foreheads? F*CKING SUCKERS!!! I am sick and tired of being told how our rates are the 3rd lowest in Canada. We were promised low rates when WAC Bennett started B.C. Hydro..that's right BRITISH COLUMBIA HYDRO..it belongs to us, therefore at the very least, we must allow the British Columbia Utility Commission the ability to look into things.
  Because the government took the right of this commission to oversee this project, you know full well they would have put a stop to it, again. It does not take a rocket scientist to realize the government did this to ensure the project went ahead, even though the citizens of this Province do not need it. So, how do we insist Ms. Clark and her minions follow the rules set in place to protect us? Where have our rights gone? Take this rule out for this damned project, and watch all the other rules fall to the wayside when they decide they want something else (like the pipeline). Fair warning...the people of this province have let our government get away with breaking the rules, and they are not going to stop now!

Tuesday, 26 November 2013

Can't Stop

I know, my blog has become nothing but a place to put my personal issues with BC Hydro out there, in hopes that someone might just read and maybe...just maybe stop the wheels in motion for a moment. Those wheels have been rolling so fast, crushing all the bumps and covering them up, in hopes no one actually sees them, until it is too late.
  No one seems to see the construction of yet a 3rd Dam in the same vicinity as an issue. Why? Because it does not affect them! Oh, I see all the postings about the pipeline, and tankers, and I watch those in the lower mainland fight about coal dust, and traffic, and...pipelines. Really, people!! Pipelines have been under the cities forever. You get your gas to your homes from pipelines, and I can imagine those systems are ginormous, how many millions of pipes go under your city? Yep, all underground, can't see them, and you reap the benefit. What on earth would Vancouver do if suddenly that system went haywire, and folks could not use heat or appliances? OOOOOOhhhh....bet there would be h-ll to pay. However, truth is, you live above a world of pipes, sewer, water, etc. That is what a city is built upon. Add trains running below your feet, with electrical , more pipes. Do they burst? Sure, on occasion things happen, an emergency occurs, and whatever flows from the pipes is contained, and the damage is repaired as best as can be.
  I am not saying pipelines filled with oil are not a worry. Yes, I would be very concerned with the possible environmental damage caused if, indeed a leak occurred. Do I like the idea of a pipeline pouring oil into tankers in the middle of the ocean? Nope, not really! Frankly, I find it frightening.
  I read about the nuclear reactor in Japan, leaking radioactive water into the Ocean, as we speak. That scares the crap out of me! That story should be front and center in every media outlet in the world. That IS a disaster, and we will suffer a far greater environmental fallout from this, than a leaking oil pipeline. Hummm...certainly not hearing much about this. How come? Is it just too scary?
  Nope, it is the pipeline that is front and center, this group protested, that group protested it. Meanwhile, behind the scenes, our government and BC Hydro are fast stamping all the paperwork necessary to fix the province up with a brand new supply of electricity. Everyone focusing on the possibility of stopping the pipeline , which mark my words, each and everyone of you out there, will be built!
  Where are the First Nations folks protesting a future possibility, when their own are speaking out to Hydro, and having their words ignored? Where are those who stand up to oil and gas, as warriors, when it is apparent they have been lied to? Here in our valley, BC Hydro has lied time and again to the First Nations, they have lied to the Farmers, and the people who live and work here. Those lies are written in  history, and it was not hundreds of years ago, it was within our lifetime.
  Now Hydro gave all of those impacted by the future Site C project, a whole week to register for public hearings! A whole week to plan for a moment of their time to oppose their plan. A whole week to ensure during the last weekend before Christmas, we will attend the one and only public meeting to be held in our community during (of course) regular working hours.
  Now, keep in mind where I live. I live in a community with NO stores beyond a convenience store and a Grocery store. What does the average small town person do the Friday before Christmas week? Yep, they want to get out of town to shop. Do you think it is coincidence that after years, suddenly we are given this one day, to have all our ducks in a row? Oh, I suppose one could book that day off work, go to the meeting, and then head out of town. However, that is a days pay down the toilet! Or, one could register for one of the meetings elsewhere, take the time off work, and drive to another community. However, if they didn't register, by Nov. 25th , they are sh*t out of luck!!
 I have read each statement as it is listed. I have seen requests from First Nations for a simple extension of a week in order to get all their reports in order, and Hydro's reply.....an extension for you, would prejudice others. This is how our Honorable Christy Clark claims First Nations are considered?
  I read how a former Mayor, who when she lived and owned a home in my community, opposed this Dam so strongly she was part of a protest group when Gordon Campbell flew in to announce what was coming down the track at us. Now, she has sold (very suddenly) and moved onto bigger things, and out of the blue, she has changed her mind, Site C is absolutely necessary, the benefits outweigh the cost. This is exactly what the whole problem is, unless you live here, somehow the residual effects are a benefit, that allow you to forget what those left in the area will endure.
  Well, I have read what those who endured the building of WAC Bennett Dam suffered. Many of those who were impacted back then, are once again forced to hand over to Hydro. Really, people!! It is clear, the province has simply accepted that this Valley is expendable. Hey, 2 Dams already, might as well just extend things, that way it is less painful. Screw the lot of you!!!Screw every a$$hole that complains about a telephone pole or Hydro pole ruining their sight lines, screw the whiners who cry about old growth trees getting cut on a mountain trail, screw those who think that everything matters on population! That an area is unimportant simply because few will be impacted. Screw those who feel that the loss of this valley is worth the extra hydro that will run the transmission lines to the cities of Pipelines. OMG..lets hope one of those horrible towers does not affect someone's sight line!!
  So, don't think I do not realize all my words fall on deaf ears. Don't think I will head off to this public hearing, not knowing it is happening simply so Hydro can check the box, and state it was done. Don't think I believe my heartfelt statement will create a single ripple in the destruction soon to commence in the tiny town of Hudson's Hope. I see the writing on the wall, I hear the silence from the rest of the citizens of this Province, I understand full well they don't give a damn about the Dam, because...it is not in their backyard, and ...so they close their eyes, until the lights gleam with the extra brilliance of a valley gone.

Sunday, 10 November 2013

Suck a Lemon Lulu

O.K. here I go, out to likely offend someone. I hope that you all know by now, I really don't care if folks don't agree with me, I simply state my personal take on things. Might not be politically correct, but...hey, I'm certainly not a politician!
  So...what got up my butt this time, you ask? Well, apparently a lemon, named Lulu. Never seen a lulu lemon, never been to yoga (do you go to yoga, or just do yoga?), and I can almost guarantee I will likely see or do neither in my future. I have, however heard about the lemony pants...funny the ones I saw on TV were all black, how lemon is that? I know that they are not cheap, strangely nothing to do with fitness equitment is cheap, most of it is way beyond the normal price of lazy people stuff, thank goodness! Hey, yet another reason to steer clear of fitness, just can't afford to be a part of that trend. How did something so simple as P.E. that when I was young, all we needed was a pair of sneakers and pants, become so expensive. Now folks brag about their gym memberships, which are along the lines golf club memberships used to be. Then they must have the proper bottled water, shoes (whoohooo big price) and of course those pilly pants. Hey, pull on a pair of sweats (you can pick them up at any thrift shop for a couple of bucks) some walfart sneakers a grubby t-shirt, get your dog, a tennis ball and find a good spot to spend an hour playing with your dog, or hey, a kid will do too. Dump a box of thumb tacks on your floor, and bend at the waist to pick them all up, dump them again....If you want, go up and down your stairs, you can wear a ipod when you do this, work up a sweat, you can have pants that are a tad thin, no one cares, because you are not on display, you are working out...
  See, that's why those fruity pants are so pricey, because suddenly sweating has gone public, but, the idea is not to really sweat, that would be disgusting..the idea is to be a part of a group of people who have spent all their time bending and picking up thumb tacks at home, so they can now dress up in the finest fitness clothing, and look suitable. Sorry, but gyms used to be filled with folks who had guts, and giant sized muffin tops, buttocks that wobbled about and stretched those sweatpants to the limit.Now they are filled with firm fit folks, and those muffins are at home listening to music on their stairs.
  Now we have a big to-do because the man who owns the Lemon business actually spoke common sense. That's right, he said his Lulus are not for everyone. He is on the mark. Just like spandex, there should be a weight limit to certain items of clothing. Those folks up in arms are probably the same ones who scroll through those incredible Wal-Mart pictures, laughing at the Holy crack of Asses that wander the stores, and the boobies, that sag under the bottom of shirts. Go ahead, tell me none of you have looked at those and shook your heads in disbelief. You are shaking your heads because some folks do not realize they create a scene by dressing in unsuitable clothing.
 Reality is, some of us are just not fit and firm. I would love to put on a set of spandex leggings and a sequined top, with an awesome pair of leather (oooohhh red leather) hooker boots, but.....if I went out in public, I would be sure to make the majority of the folks stop, stare and say to each other..."tsk tsk, doesn't she know she looks foolish?" Thing is, I do know!! I can wear that at home (and I would if I had it) and only my family would laugh, but for crying out loud, we are not all equal, there are some things that common sense should over ride. Some folks are fluffy, and not fit, and if those Lulus are marketed as yoga pants, that tells me folks who wear them yoga, but...I know that even though I realize the heavier folks yoga, maybe they can purchase their pants from Pennington's, skinny people can't find clothes there,nah nah nah...
  So...to those who found his comment that his clothing is not for everyone, offensive, suck it up!!! They were not designed for the larger frame, he obviously set out to make an exercise pant for fit, fitness folks, and if those who are a tad bulky find they can fit into these pants, but they sort of lose their coverage, get a clue. Maybe they just have to wear something a little different until they adapt to the lemon limit.
  BTW, Speedo swim suits for men can stretch a far bit as well, and......be honest, we all know that they are not made for everyone!!!

Tuesday, 5 November 2013

Ignorant Canadians!

 Well, I am sure the title might have made a few folks shake their heads, and maybe click in, hope enough do so, to read the insanity that some over educated, ignorant, University group has embarked upon.
 Of course you already know, I am old-school. I was raised when young people assumed respect was something that had to be earned. No one (schools) informed us that just because we were standing on the planet, we instantly deserved respect. That was something that belonged to human beings who had accomplished something in life, besides being born. I spent all my young years believing when I went off into the big world, managed to survive, and do something worthwhile, I might just receive that same respect.
  I am going to tell you the very day I realized times had changed, and there was no way the respect I had paid adults would be returned.
   Some of you know that a couple of years after graduating High school, in my tiny little hometown, I decided to join the Canadian Armed Forces. Hey, it was peacetime, so it wasn't as huge a thing as it is now, but, I recall I was perhaps the first young person, since WW2 from this town, to make this move. My first posting after Basic Training was Uplands Airbase in Ottawa. Yes, the Country capital! When my ex and I married, there were no accommodations for NCO's and Privates on base, so we rented an apartment just off base.
  The day I had my eyes opened to the future of no respect happened in this apartment. I came home from base, in uniform, and saw the elevator door open, and a young teen inside, I asked him to hold the door, and....he told me to "f*ck off". That was when reality dawned on me. My life was not going to be one where young people moved out of the way on the sidewalk, or gave up their seat, or even acknowledged a military person. That moment was devastating to me. I had followed the rules growing up, partly because I was under the impression this was only until I grew up, and did something, and then I would be entitled to that amazing thing, respect.
  WTF happened? I taught my children to respect adults, if they didn't they would certainly not make the same mistake again! One day, my oldest came home from school, and told us that we owed her respect. Hellooooo...Yep, she had been told at school all human beings deserve respect. That information blew us out of the water. And, I suppose at that moment, we should have clued in, it was clear that word was being used out of context.Somewhere along the line, respect and consideration (perhaps) got mixed up. Someone in charge of teaching children did not check their words.
  Respect is earned!! Respect is admiration for someone who has accomplished something out of the ordinary. We are all born ordinary, to deserve respect, we must do beyond simply being. I refuse to respect anyone, simply because they are homosapien!
  Now that said, we move onto what got me on this line of thought. Today I read an article stating some assinine group of university students has decided to change the Red poppies that we have come to love and respect (yes, that word is used in the correct context). They have come up with some absolutely skewed thought process that makes them actually feel that it is time to take the red out and rally for a Peaceful white poppy. Helloooo..educated idiots!! That red stands for something that a peaceful white poppy cannot erase. That red stands for Honour and Glory, and sacrifice. That red is a sign of respect for those who have made our country safe, it stands for all those young and old, who went/go off to battle. It stands for all those men and women who suffered, not only from wounds, but from nightmares of surviving horrors these educated snot noses will never know, beyond books or film.
  As a child in school, perhaps not near as far from the past as these young people, I had to memorize the poem "In Flander's Field". I stood by my desk reciting this poem, and understanding the depth of the sacrifice all those who laid in this field made. To this day, I still feel my eyes tear at the loss of lives, and the families who were changed forever, and the vision of those red poppies blowing. We were taught this poem, and along with it, the hope that never again would Canadians have to fight for their rights and freedoms.
  Well, we know there is still fighting, we know that rights and freedoms are such that battles will go on forever.. Those students, who apparently have either wonderful caring parents, who have dished out for their education, or, students who have loans, possible because we still live in a free country (thanks to those battles fought and won), think it is acceptable to take that which is universally known to be a symbol to the fallen in battle, and disturb and disrespect the one day a year, the Country honours them.
  Now, maybe this is news to some, but the White Poppy has been around for awhile. It appeared back in the 1930's , worn by women as  lasting symbol of peace and to an end of all wars. It didn't go over well back then, because it offended, and...surprise...times have not changed.
  Ignorant Canadian students, who were born beyond the ravages these great wars caused, beyond the cenotaphs with names of family and friends who never returned. Students who feel they no longer need to respect, because War is ugly, and peace is so much better. Maybe they feel they are better educated than those past, maybe they feel a white poppy will make everything wonderful, and war will stop? I hope they are not that stupid, if that was fact, Flander's field would be empty, there would be no crosses row on row, because we had smart people even back then, and every single person in the world would have placed a white poppy over their heart, if it would have stopped the past.
  See, what we must remember is the past! We cannot pretend it never happened, Our veterans, be it, from the "great" wars, or those which still go on today, get one day a year, in which we honour and respect them. That day is one in which we stand for a moments silence, and remember. Now young people remember new names, from the new wars, because people will continue to fight for rights and freedoms.
  Remembrance day is a sad day, it is not a day to attempt to push peace, peace can be pushed 364 other days of the year. This single day,the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, is for our veterans, it is the day of the Red Poppy, a day of Taps, one of flags, and uniforms and faces that show sorrow, at what has been lost, and most of all, a day of respect.
  So, to all those peaceful university students, who wish to flaunt white poppies, get your own frigging day! Just show some respect and leave Remembrance day to those who have earned their moment.

Wednesday, 30 October 2013

You Knew It Was Coming

Well, at least my FaceBook friends knew this was coming. I really wish I was like the average Canadian, when someone in politics bends them over and sticks it to them, they whisper "ouch"...and then simply accepts My life would be much more relaxed, if sh*t did not drive me crazy, but it does, and I am totally off the deep end now.
  So.......my very favourite Crown Corporation is invited by Town Council to sit down with the community and give us the Heads up, and answer the millions of questions the public has. Hey, sounds like an awesome idea, right? I have questions, and I think they are obvious ones, so, since it was open mic, I assumed someone else in the crowd would ask my questions, because...they are so obvious.
  First, it was clear, Hydro had decided to take the sugar coated approach. There on the panel were two very well known faces, one local, one previous local...Oh, smiles and chuckles all about, see "We're just people, like you". Bull Sh*t!!!Hydro is not like me, or any one else in my social circle. Hydro is a conglomerate, it is , as I have said before, a country to itself. Sure, there are people, but they are Hydroids, they are citizens of a secure job, they are loyal to the perks and pay that is doled out to all upstanding employees that no longer even say "ouch", and dream of the day they may be the one standing, not bending.Hey, the first words out of the mouths of the panel was the tidbit that each one of them have recently been promoted...."Standers"????
  I personally don't give a rats a$$ if they have been given the brass ring, that ring is only available if you don't feel any guilt about screwing the public. That ring is given if you can spend 3 hours saying absolutely nothing, but speaking continuously.
  The heads up...well, I a$$umed this was going to go into depth on Site C, something that is paramount to the community, and myself. Oh, silly me...got to get the sunshine projects out of the way first. The things that apparently are extremely important. Now...don't get me wrong, the projects that were talked about at the beginning do appear to be important, things like a shabby spillway, and a lack of RipRap that protects the dam just up the road. Helloooo.....no where near enough RipRap on our big dam, and it is causing the water to wear on things...ah I feel all warm and fuzzy. WTF took them so long to decide this project was necessary? I would think when someone drives up to work daily, and notices rocks instead of ginormous boulders, this project would have been done long ago. Oh, that's right, Hydro has a deficit, these things cost money! Lets have a nice take out lunch, and chat on how shabby our visitor's center is, yes...we must fix that!!Honest to goodness, B.C. what have they been doing with the money? I hear blame placed on the government, well Howdee Doo, someone up top in this company should have had the balls to open their yaps, instead of resigning onto other positions. Ahh..that's right, they might lose a perk or two, like a humdinger of a pension.
  Instead we as a province have been constantly warned our rates are going to sky rocket, because there are massive upgrades, and serious improvements in the future to keep this company supplying us in electricity. O.K. I accept they f*cked up, they frittered the money away, making terrible decisions, and not doing the job they were suppose to.
  So........what do we do? Well, we hear the Minister of Energy tell us they are going to have to make some cuts in spending, and they are going to have to step up to the plate and fix the problems, however, it has gone too far, and the people are going to have to pay the price with higher rates. Hey, I can accept that harsh pill to swallow, I am going to have to tighten my belt, because those at the top couldn't balance their books.
  I would accept this, if it was even bordering on the truth, however, Hydro is obviously like a spoiled child, they are just not going to listen. Instead of cutting spending, they are gearing up for a real Hoe Down. The projects just in this little community are into the many millions, and this is not even counting Site C.
  They are in the midst of tearing down their Row Houses, these were built at the same time as most of the town, and have undergone a massive remodel within the 10 years I lived here. Oh, they are just not fitting for subsidized housing for young apprentices coming to work for an average of 6 months at the dams. They need something that is more suitable, something that will make these young people want to return to a town of "Nothing" . Oh and when they stay in these nice new Town homes, maybe they will come back, and stay in the new subsidized duplexes, with their families. Then they can save up enough money to perhaps buy a house here!!!WTF!!!!!!
  Oh Oh...almost forgot, along with the great big new build plans, Hydro is also passively acquiring even more homes in town. Remember folks, this is a freaking small town, maybe 750 in the town proper, so up to this point they have recently purchased 4 homes and have around 8 more pending. I have no clue how many they owned before they started this new phase. Also, keep in mind, their employees purchased many of the other homes, and these homes seem to sell on a revolving basis between Hydroids transferring in and out, it is not often they are on the market.
  Questions were asked, but not many on Site C, because that project only got a few minutes, and we were informed how the phases were moving along, and that we would get 30 days notice on public hearings sometime this winter. The questions that were asked pertained to the legacy which we got screwed royally with. Hydro decided it was in everyone's best interest to go to the Peace River Regional District with this legacy promise, and like any other government type group, majority ruled, the majority that would not be impacted, the majority with the large population and a population they are trying very hard to increase by pushing their boundaries out. The lion's share of the 2.4 million per year for 70 years, will be given to a city. Our town, with the massive impact, will receive 10%, which will likely dwindle as the town disappears. Ah...but Hydro claims this is a done deal, too bad so sad, can't rescind this, even if it is blatantly wrong.
  See, Hydro promises are not worth sh*t. It doesn't take a trip back too far to see the lies. In fact, one question last night, regarding all the passive acquisitions and the big build, was "In the 90's did Hydro not promise to step out of the Real Estate Market in our community?" The answer was "yes" and then, "are you not back in the market?" a little humming, and hawing, and "yes".
  So... why go to these meetings? Why listen and ask? It is obvious not an iota of truth is spilled, it may sound nice for the moment, but, hey, if we decide it doesn't suit our purpose down the road, we will just change it.
  Last night, I sat for 3 hours, and became increasingly defeated. I did not bother asking my questions, because there really isn't any sense. I realize that all I can do now, is start to stretch, and touch my toes. I highly doubt I will ever learn to whisper"ouch" but it is clear I am definitely set to be screwed!
  So when your rates go up, remember, somewhere in B.C. a young Hydro apprentice is enjoying housing suitable for them, and on the road to the same attitude as the rest of his country, the attitude that they are special, and separate from those who are not citizens of Hydro.
  Bend and stretch, bend and stretch....#nositeC

Saturday, 26 October 2013

To Everything there is a Season

  Sometimes, in life, things occur, that go to the core of me, and the only way I can attempt to manage, is to try and write my feelings down. Lucky you, I have found a way to send this off to the whole wide world...however, sometimes, I am afraid I can't do justice to something that is monumental in my world. This is one of those times. I have had this heavy weight on my heart, and I have to write, so bear with me.
  My title,  is from a song my Mother loved, and myself as well. Strange...do you know it is actually based on Ecclesiastes chapter 3 verse 2, yep, the Bible! Likely everyone heard this in the movie Forrest Gump, it was there, because, if you listen to the words, it is the story of life.
  So, today, life is what I am thinking about. Oh, you have all heard my fears of getting old...however, at 57, no matter what, I have lived a few generations, even if I hope to live for at least one more, I must consider myself lucky.
  I have buried both my parents. That is the way life is suppose to go.Perhaps my Mother left far too soon, but my Dad lived to see his grandchildren grow, and even to see Great Grandchildren. Again, children should be left to mourn their parents, to hold onto the lifetime of memories, and continue on the legacy.
  What is not suppose to happen, did, yesterday. A father lost his son, a child I knew, a child that is the same age as my son, a child that my children knew, one who was a part of their group of friends. This parent will now have to bury his child. I have been having such a difficult time with this, because, it could easily happen to any parent. It is just not something I really gave much thought to, and truly wish I could stop dwelling on it.
  It was an accident...How easily that word rolls off your tongue, a broken glass..just an accident, a fall, and a sprained ankle...just an accident. A 23 year old boy, injured so badly, in a crash, that he does not survive...an accident. A glass can be replaced, an ankle heals, but this accident has taken a young life, and caused a whole family, in fact, a whole community, grief, disbelief, and pain. This accident will change lives completely, and has left an empty space.
  A parent always thinks of their children as such. Oh, we have babies, we have kids, we have teenagers, and then they are grown ups, but, they are always our children. No matter how old they get, the fact they are our children does not change. We are the ones who remember from the beginning, the very first day they came into the world. Their memories may begin as early as 2 or 3, but....never as far back as ours.
  We try to do our "job" properly. Every parent knows, your main focus is to ensure your child is safe. The fear of them running out onto the road, you hold their hands, and protect them. You teach them to swim, because heaven forbid, they may fall into a pool or lake. You walk them to the bus, because strangers are out there, and you worry. You check their candy on Halloween, just in case something bad is in the bag.
  However, the day always comes when you can no longer hold their hands to keep them safe. They start to live life without you. No matter how blase a parent may act, most of us have a difficult time when we let go of their hands. They likely don't know how many times we lay in bed waiting to hear the outside door open, to finally fall asleep, with the comfort that they arrived home. Maybe a quick call, when they are suppose to be home from trip, just to ask how things went, in truth, it is just that hand, touching..to quiet the worry.
  To let go, for such a short time, and to have the knowledge that never again will this parent know the comfort of the sound of the door in the late hours, or the quick call to ensure all is well, is devastating. It is every parents nightmare, and there is not a single thing one can do to protect themselves.
  The song...To everything, there is a season, and a time for every purpose under Heaven
                    A time to be born, a time to die
                     A time to plant, a time to reap
                    A time to kill, a time to heal
                    A time to laugh, a time to weep
 Yes, it is true, however, this was not the time for this child to die. I believe everything happens for a reason. That is the way I was raised, and I admit, there have been many times I questioned the reason. This is definitely one of those time. I wish I could understand why a parent must now live life without their child, they raised and protected for 23 years. A young man who never got a chance to live, a young man who will not be there to hold his father's hand, ever again.
  So, I suppose I have put down the words, and done my best to say what I am thinking. This time, however, I don't feel the weight lifted, instead, I feel a total loss of control...a wish that I could grab all the hands of every child, and keep them safe, until I am gone from this world. Then I would never have to imagine the grief this child's parents feel.
  Hold onto those hands as long as you can! The season that you have to let go, comes far too soon, and no matter how life is laid out before you, the day will come when those hands can no longer touch.

Tuesday, 24 September 2013


As I have mentioned, more than once, I am old! It's a strange concept, one moment, I was a teenager, graduating from high school, with a million plans. Life was going to be so different for me, than it was for my parents, I was going to live the good life, have tons of money, travel about, find a wealthy prince, fly off to another country, where I would be pampered. Certainly was never going to have children!!
  Wow! Was I ever off the mark!!!Some how, things just went haywire. Oh, got my prince, but, cripes, apparently pampering was a momentary thing, I think I might remember a few pamperings, but those quickly changed to plain ordinary Pampers! Hey, that happens!!!
  The moments flew after that. I was a Mother, and next a Grandmother. WTF!!! Just blinked, and I turned old! However, during that blink, tons of sh*t happened. Kids got sick, parents died, friends died. My prince almost died, a couple of times. Jobs were lost, times got very tough. Thousands of problems arose, that were life changing.
  I spent many days, and nights, lying in bed, wondering if we were going to survive. To keep a family together, is an awful lot of work. To keep  a relationship together is an awful lot of work. A person's focus becomes geared towards what is important in their life. When you get older, you begin to realize, the rest of the world is likely focused on their family, and their relationship (or they should be). I do understand, there are those who focus strictly on their jobs, I feel sympathy for those folks. One day, they may very well get to the place, where they realize, the job is over, and they are redundant. Finished, got enough moola to live comfortably, but, all they can do, is invest in a few cats, a rocking chair, and watch the world go by, alone.
  So when I see groups of people with time to root around in other folks lives, and make claims that they are not allowed to do family and relationships they way they see fit. I wonder...how do they find the time? Are they not making mistakes in their own worlds? Cripes, I made massive mistakes, and continue to do so.
  Does it really matter what gender partner folks decide to commit to a lifetime with? Honest to goodness, that is just silly! Does it matter what race, creed (got to look that up) or colour? Whoever they chose, they are going to have to focus, and work very hard to keep their family and partner.
  I have come to a point in life, that it is clear, if a couple can keep things together, through all the hardships life throws at them, they must dedicate all their time and effort in their own backyard.So, how are there so many who can takes the time to check out other backyards?
  I am all for protection, protection of human life, be it child, woman, or man, but....unless that is compromised, no one should be dragging the issue of who can or cannot marry, who can or cannot adopt a child, based solely on gender. WTF does any of that have to do with the safety of a country, or the finances, or protecting men, women and children? Absolutely nothing!!! Marriages have been going on for a coon's age, and the fact that a couple live together is never going to cause a country to fall apart. Who gives a rat's a$$ whether the couple is a man and woman, a man and man, or a woman and woman? Politics has no right to delve into personal commitments, unless these commitments become a drain on society, or, are so destructive they cause the law to step in to protect human life.
  Why on earth is the fact that Gay folk want to legalize their commitment to each other taking up so much time within our parliament, and other governments across the globe? First off, religion seems to be a teeter totter within politics. Hey, I believe in God, I am offended when my rights to say Merry Christmas become politically incorrect, but...government has decreed Happy Holidays is the proper salutation, so....apparently all this sh*t took up a whole whack of parliamentary time, now, we are going to focus on deciding who can marry.
  When I check out folks who are running for office, I really do not give a damn about Gay marriage. I want them to be concerned about the economy, and health and education. I want someone who feels each and every citizen has the right to love and be loved, by whoever they are lucky enough to connect with. I don't want someone who is going to drag the Bible into things (still unsure as to where it is stated a person is not allowed into the gates of Heaven if they love another person) when it suits their fancy, and then break one commandment after another with lies, and adultery, and think that should be ignored.
  I grew up with my Mother teaching me, religion and politics make strange bed fellows, and of course, are also two topics sure to cause arguments. I have also learned that the government, for some weird reason, has decided that grown adults are apparently incapable of making their own decisions. It is past time for government to get out of our private space.
  If a person has reached the age of consent, has the required money to purchase a marriage certificate, and has a partner who agrees to sign this contract, what's the problem? We allow folks in jail for murder to marry, the government actually has no problem with a slime ball, signing a marriage certificate with a woman who is either unbalanced, or, O.K. she is simply unbalanced. Why is this acceptable, and yet, two law abiding, gainfully employed, mentally sane, people of the same sex, cause such an uproar? Two drunken idiots can drive through places in Vegas and legally marry...really....??? How often do those marriages go down the toilet? The government doesn't seem to have a problem with wasting certificates, so, why are we still wasting time?
  Leaders ( how sad is that?) of our countries, it is time to get your priorities straight! Lets allow grown adults to decide who they wish to commit to, and pay their license fees, and live happily (or not) ever after. Just draw a line through this issue, once and for all, and get down to the important stuff, political stuff. Maybe we can fix the deficit, lower taxes, improve health care, and education. I know all of that is pretty boring compared to Joe Blow's (pardon the pun) love life, but...surprise!!! The boring stuff is what politics is all about!!

Get a Clue

O.K. I have read thousands of complaints against Bell Mobility, and believe you me, I likely have 50 of my own. Let me say, right off the bat, I do NOT use a cell phone. In truth, I absolutely abhor them!!My reasons likely stem from years of having bill collectors call on the plain old land lines, long before call display, or call waiting, or any of that nice stuff. I was raised in a time that phones were like fire extinquishers, they were only used if absolutely necessary. Yes, back in the days of "Party lines" and 1 long ring and 2 short would mean the call was for our house. My Dad worked for the small airline that did an awful lot of hauling for the mines that were setting up in the bush, most calls to the house were in regards to his job, so....the phone was off limits, and I bet I spoke on that thing perhaps a total of 10 times in the first 15 years of my life. I simply steered clear of that thing. When I grew up and got my own, times were tough, I hated answering the damn phone...always someone looking for money!
  Phones always ring at the most inopportune time, when you are in the middle of washing dishes, sitting on the toilet. out in the backyard, just that horrid sound that sets you on edge, and requires you to drop everything to answer it....just in case it is important.
  Oh, don't get me wrong, enjoy those times when I pick it up, and the voice on the other end is someone I love to hear from...that does happen. But 9 times out of 10, it is a stupid call...Captain Crunch calling to let me know I have won a cruise, and all I have to do is send money...or, a very short survey that won't take more than 5 minutes of my precious time, or...we can save you money on your phone bill if you just sign a 25 year contract with us. Really, times have changed, the phone is no longer a connection to family and friends, it is a sales tool, and I can't stand it!
  I cringe at the thought of carrying around a piece of equipment that would allow this annoyance to follow me throughout my day. I absolutely hate interruptions! When I am in the middle of my job, and something comes along to pause what I am doing, I get ticked, imagine what a cell phone would do!! When I am speaking to someone, and their phone plays House of the Rising sun, and suddenly they have to talk to Captain Crunch about their cruise, I am livid! I despise walking into a room and having everyone bent over thumbing their new appendage. Lives revolve around cell phones. They have intruded on reality. They fill every waking moment, and interrupt even the most personal moments.
  My family complains that I refuse to carry one, did have one once, gave it away.....I would go batty with something screeching for my attention when I was busy doing something else. Perhaps this is a flashback to raising 3 kids? I apologize that you are not able to contact me at any given moment, but, I assume if it is an emergency, you all know where I work, and my employer is very good at whipping her portable phone over to my location if necessary. The rest of the time, I am either home, or almost home.
  That said, every one else in my family has a phone, and...surprise, they are all under my name!!!So, if anything happens to their phones, guess who deals with Bell Mobility? Yep, yours truly. Before I call them, I have to search out a previous bill so I know exactly what type of phone the call is about (yep, totally cell phone clueless). So, my beloved son smashes the screen to his fancy phone. Hey, it's all good, I agreed to pay $10 a month for insurance which states they will simply replace the phone. Hah! Give the call, they are all nicey nice, apparently it's not a problem, the new phone will be sent the very next day, however.....I will be charged $249 on top of my next phone bill!! HELLLOOOOO,...it seems I didn't read all the fine print, and they neglected to inform me of this fact when I listened to their big insurance speel. Oh, they explained what a wonderful bargain I was getting, I could be out $1000 if I didn't have the insurance. So....told the son, he best have $249 bucks for me come next phone bill, agreed to the replacement phone, and...this is where I got on my high horse. The guy told me that the phone would be shipped on the following Monday, and would be delivered to my door on Wednesday. He refused my postal address, and insisted on my Street address. I questioned who exactly would be delivering it to my door, he informed me it would be their Courier. "Oh" says I, "who would that be, because we don't have a courier service in my town". He tells me that Canada Post is their courier, and I needed to be home to sign. Oh crap, this sent me off on a rant. I explained to him that they would not come to my door, I lived in a town of 900 and nothing was delivered to the door by the postal service. He actually interrupted me, saying he was explaining how things worked, and that CPost delivers nationally, which means everywhere in Canada, and that they would in fact come to my door!!! Anyone who has experienced me on a rampage will know, I just couldn't stop. When I am right, I am adamant. I explained our post office is run by one lady, and it was very unlikely she would lock up and head on over to my house with a phone. I asked if I could call him back when the thing was placed in my postal box. OOOOOhhh, he was not impressed, and refused to listen. He insisted that the phone would be hand delivered 2 days after sent.He was lucky I was on lunch break, because I was in the mood to go with that for hours. So, we concluded our business.
  Today, I check my e-mail, there is a notice from Bell Mobility, the replacement phone has been sent. The notice goes on to state, it will arrive in 2 business days.......unless........I live outside of a major city, in which case, it may be 10 business days!!! So, Mr. Bell Mobility, not only is it not going to be hand delivered to my door, I just might have to wait 8 days longer than you insisted it would take.
  Sadly, I will never speak to that idiot again, however....I think I just might take a moment to do something totally wasteful, and write that scummy insurance company, now that the phone has been sent....Time for folks who do live in the Major cities, to get a clue, there is life outside city limits, and folks who actually have to walk to the Post Office!

Tuesday, 10 September 2013

The Winter of 62

1962 was the year my family moved 180 miles up the A$$hole of the world, according to my Mother. Apparently we were leaving Prince Rupert, which WAS the A$$hole, and proceeding 180 miles up a canal to begin our new life.
  Unlike my Mother, I did not think we had gone up the anus, at all. I believed we had left the nether parts, and arrived in a child's paradise. It truly was! Our two bedroom home was huge! My brother's crib took up a small area, and I had the rest of the room to myself.
  I had it made, the first few years. I was not old enough to deal with a 2 year old, so I was free to spend days and evenings with my friends. Not sure how, but our yard became a popular site. Maybe it was the sand box my Dad built to keep my brother occupied? It had a little wooden roof, to protect the sand from the rain, which seemed to fall most of the week. Our yard also had huge boards, likely some project my Mom had in mind, that didn't get completed quickly. Those boards became everything from airplanes, to houses, within moments, simply by moving them about. We had a wonderful grocery store in the bush. We had little broccoli, berries, lettuce, and rhubbard, even pies. The pies were almost always made out of muck, and on plates, which we stole out of the kitchen. My Mother seldom had enough spoons to set the table, they would disappear out into the yard, to help whip up the pies. The berries, well, they were real enough, we had thimble berries, raspberries, huckleberries, you name it. Broccoli,  not sure what the heck tree they came from, but you could open the leaves, and inside would be another layer of tightly wrapped leaves, that went on and on.
  In school we learned how to make cardboard money. We would get together in a group, and cut up a ton of cash, to be used in our grocery store. We would also use the money to pay for our plane trips, every one of us wanted to be the pilot at the top of the big board, or, the stewardess, who got to walk up and down it, and the wings,balancing themselves  between the many passengers.
  At the edge of the yard, we had a million Fireweed, and between them, massive stinging nettles.The tasty berries would be hidden in amongst the nettles. Stinging nettles are all sting, except for the roots, if you get hit by them, the name says it all, you begin to sting. The sting itches, you scratch, the bumps rise up, and you turn beet red. It is unbearable. The only "cure" for this, was either calamine lotion, or...baking soda, and vinegar. Either way, you would be coated in a white or pink layer of crunchy stuff, and underneath, the sting would continue. Fireweed were arrows, they were whips, the bigger ones could hurt, but often busted, the smaller ones, were like cattails, welts were common. The braver you got, the deadlier the weapon. I bet I only used stinging nettles a couple of times, because, unless you had good gloves, the idiot welding the nasty thing would get punished as well.
 Hidden among the weapons were trails. These trails would take you to various places, one went to Gary and Lori's, one went directly across the street from Netonia's. one went past the side of the old Water Tower, where you crossed the road, and continued down a dirt road, past Brother Bill's, to Marina's, and the other one went along side the Mayor's house , where if you looked hard enough through his fence, you could glimpse his fish pond (I am sure that was the only one in town).
  We spent days, with tin pails, and jars, and even cardboard boxes, down by the creek when the Ooligans ran. The creek would be so full of these tiny fish, we would just scoop them up. My Mom would request this, because she would put a layer on her little garden patch (which the carrots never survived past slightly orange slivers, before getting consumed by starving children) to rot and fertilize. She wasn't the only one, it seemed for a short time, the whole town reeked of rotting fish! Each run, we would haul the tin wash tub out, and try to grow the Ooligan. Poor thing, first step was to give him ice cold water from the hose, and make sure it was nice and clean. Not sure if they starved, or died from shock, sticklebacks, suffered the same fate,pollywogs, tadpoles, frogs, all went through the washtub, lasting at most a few days.
  We had culverts all over, I suppose they were stockpiled for highways, but, to us they were great places to play. Lord, I wonder how I did play in them, spiders must have been all over. The culverts would be piled high, and we would spend hours playing hide and seek, climbing all over them. Funny, it is likely they rolled, but I can't remember anyone getting hurt.
  We also had wooden sidewalks. They were probably starting to rot when I moved there, but, they stayed for many years, giving us a perfect place to find snails, worms and such. Yes, I did climb under my share of sidewalks, again, not sure how I managed with my insane arachnophobia. I can still remember the noise of a wagon being pulled along those sidewalks, and laying flat on my back, hiding under the boards as an adult walked overhead.
  We had the old water tower. Not like in the movies, it wasn't very high, it was the corrugated building beside the tower that we spent the most time in. I can't remember us destroying things, because we all figured getting inside was against the law, so we tried to make sure no one knew we could do this. Cripes, if I recall correctly, we would pull open a loose piece on one side, and all slide in to the building.Nothing inside but huge metal machinery that was rusted, and old tools that apparently were not good enough to head home with anyone. I remember that building getting the first graffiti from our young hands, Cindy B and Donny A, heavy hitting stuff back in the day, piece of fluff now.
  The summer of 62 was just the beginning , Halloween eve, the best part of childhood began. Now, Halloween in my home town was a huge deal. We all had those awesome masks that the moment moisture hit it, the colours would start to flow onto your face. Of course, I don't remember very many Halloween trick or treat nights that didn't consist of rain. We eventually pulled the masks off, because they would start to fall apart, but, hey, we had coloured faces, so, we would continue until we hit every single house in town! We would meet up with different groups who would set us onto a house they had hit, that gave away the real good stuff, like Candied Apples, or Popcorn balls. Back in my childhood, we never ever worried about needles hidden in children's treats, parents never ever got close to putting their hands into our pillow case to "check things out". My  friends Grandmother, Marie would have these enormous bags set aside for Cindy and her friends, in truth, there was enough in those bags, that we didn't have to go to any other house, but with the excess, that candy lasted us darn near till Christmas!
  No the best part of childhood in 62 that began Halloween night, was...snow. Oh that snow would only last for the morning, if that, then it would melt, but it was the preview of what would be the first amazing winter of my life. Where I grew up, we got dumped on, and unless you spent a winter in the 60's in my town, you have no concept on what dumped on means! My town holds the awesome title of being the most northerly ice-free port in the world. Now, hey, maybe that title has been taken elsewhere, but, it was ours! We never got iced in, because it stayed just warm enough to snow almost every single day of winter. It snowed so much that we would have to go outside, and shovel the snow away from the windows so you didn't live in a dark cave. It snowed so much that you could walk up to someone's second story window and knock on it. It snowed so much that we would pull our toboggans up onto the roof of the old highways building, and slide off. That Highways building was the best snow slide. The snow plow would push more and more snow up in that yard, and we would often have 3 runs on the hill.These runs went directly onto the road, but we never worried, think there were about 20 cars in town, and hardly anyone drove at nighttime. The big kids (and I admit myself, once or twice) would HookieBob, they would grab onto a car or truck bumper and slide along behind it, again, because I lived in the enchanted town, I don't remember any of my friends ever getting hurt, doing this insane stuff. We strapped on our skates over our winter boots, 2 metal blades with leather straps and buckles, we would attempt to skate along a gravel road with snow on it, hey...we thought it was pretty amazing, if you got into a tire track, sometimes it had a nice shiny layer of compressed snow.
  Back in the 60's girls were not allowed to wear pants to school, we had to wear dresses. Each morning I would put on my dress, and my "tights" then haul the snow pants up, tucking the dress down the legs, slip my tootsies into my lovely snow boots, usually with a bread bag inside,( because they had not dried from the previous night), and stand outside on the porch watching for one of the "big kids", usually PeeWee from across the street, or one of the Cole boys, to walk past on their way to school. The reason I would wait for them was, because they would break trail. The road to school was never plowed in the morning, and would often have 2 feet of snow overnight. To a 6 year old, this was a huge workout to walk the 4 blocks to school. I would simply follow in their footsteps, even though they had "daddy long legs" and their footsteps were so far apart.
  While we were at school in the morning, the "snow blower" would make it's rounds. Now, those of you city folk, would never understand this dreadful monster. It was basically a giant of what folks use in their driveways. This horror was capable of chewing up anything buried under the night's snow. I know for a fact pets were lost to this nightmare when dog chains got caught up and pulled into it's mouth to be blown out the top. You stayed away from that thing, the snow would blow up onto the road sides in mountains, filled with bits and pieces of toys, rocks etc. However, it made the walk home for lunch, much easier than the morning trek. You just had to make sure you did not step onto the polished areas it left, because those were sheer ice.
  So, with the assistance of the "snow blower" snow banks would often be well over 10 feet high. Then once during January or February, we would get a freezing rain. This rain would coat the snow, putting an iron clad "crust" on everything. This crust would allow all the children passage to places they could never reach at other times of the year. Our favourite was the mountain.. We could walk high above the ground all the way to the bottom of the mountain. All the bushes would be covered, it was just a flat white road to anywhere. We would get to the mountain, and then, I cannot believe we actually used to do this, we would climb up as close as we could, to the bottom of the slide path. WTF!!!! We must have all had damp brains, the slide path was the area bare of tree, that all the ice and snow would make it way down, when conditions were right. It was always covered in enormous icicles, icicles bigger than the average adult, cripes, bigger than a house!!That was our destination. I honestly can't believe not a single child became a statistic, if one of my children had ever said they planned to do something this incredibly stupid, I would have locked them up. Thing is, I doubt my parents, or the parents of any other kids, knew we did this. Everything we did, as children was without fear. We had bears in all our back yards, and around every corner, but....our lives did not stop because of this. We often had to watch out the window for the bear to depart before heading out into our yard, .....hey, they left, and we never worried they would return to claw us up. All the walks out onto the "crust" we never had conversations on what we would do if we came upon a bear, they were just facts of life, and we simply figured they had other things to keep them busy...like sleeping under 15 feet of snow in a nice dry area.
  The winter was a time to build snow houses. Houses that would be at the bottom of the incredible dump, we always planned to dig down to the grass, but, I doubt we ever got that deep. We would have steps down into the houses, benches we could rest on, walls, tables, chairs, beds, all made out of snow. Oh heck, most of the time, the stuff we "built" the furniture out of was semi powder, and would fall into pieces upon an attempt to use it. But, we would then slice chunks of the "crust" to build from.
  I moan on a steady basis about winter, now. Likely I would moan if I still lived in my "home town", but...we never suffered the biting agony of -30 winds, and frost bite warnings. We simply spent month after month, waking up and going to sleep with a steady dump of snow.
   As the winter came to an end, the most fabulous music began. The snow and ice on the surrounding mountains heralded the march into spring, it would begin to slide down the mountains. Some snow slides were just that, small rumbles and a quick roar, over in minutes. I would lay in bed at night, and count those slides, they were a joyful sound, not unlike the honk of the geese when they return. Some went beyond slides, and became massive avalanches, in the daylight these were astounding to watch, and in all the years I lived there, perhaps only a few times the snow would travel to the bottom of the mountain and across the river.
  My town had 4 seasons, all of them intensely beautiful. With age, I realize, Winter is my least favourite season. I tend to enjoy the mild ones, Spring and Fall. But, as a 6 year old, that first winter in my very own Mayberry, will remain the winter of a lifetime.

Monday, 2 September 2013

Mind your own Business

Strangely enough, nothing has irritated me enough to sit down and rant...until now. I am sure, by now, you have all figured out, I speak my own personal take on things. Hey, it is likely I am occasionally wrong, but...this is my space, and I figure I can spew exactly how I feel. If someone does not agree, so be it, hey, comment, or...don't bother reading. Two easy choices, both very acceptable.
  I suppose, also by now, you all know I am a face book follower. I love it, it offers me a peek into the world of old and new friends. When you live so far away from everyone you are connected to, this is the quickest way to ensure everyone is alive and kicking.
  That said, Face Book has also become a way to share world news, and tidbits of curiosity. Most times, I just click into the stuff, shake my head, and move on. I have learned over time, many things posted are not true, so...there is SNOPE. Hey, figured I had that down pat. My mistake. I saw a news story, with a shocking video, and decided it was so disturbing, I was going to ensure it was real, before sharing. Ahhh...that is when my technical inadequacy surfaced. See, old people like me, figure all you have to do is type everything down, and you will automatically be taken to the place you want. I typed Snope and then "video of Syrian soldier eating human organs" Bam....there it was stories about the video. The part I didn't clue into, was, I wasn't on Snope, it was actually CNN and it was a news story that stated this was "alleged". Hello...didn't clue in, and shared, with my own comments. Hey, I said earlier, likely I am occasionally wrong, and this might be one of those times.
  Problem is, I kind of doubt this video is not fact. And, as disturbing, and sickening as it is, after the disgust wore off, my grey matter was quivering. History is telling us that the country of Syria is next on the list of middle eastern countries the world (the United States) is going to march into and fix. That frightens me far more than a video of one human eating another's organs.
 Why does the consumption of people parts not worry me as much as war? Because, Syria is a very old country, with very, very old traditions. We know there are many countries out there that cut the hands off thieves. We know there are countries that still stone other humans for perceived wrong doings. We know there are countries with traditions that allow child labour, and women are treated as second class citizens, and cripples are shunned. There are countries where children are forced into prostitution, and women are bought and sold like cattle. Whole countries starve.
  All of this has gone on for centuries. Culture and tradition has been taken from many in our own country, because some saw it as wrong. It did not suit the western culture. Is everything here perfect? No, many are attempting to regain what they lost, and we have realized it was a mistake to tear who they were as a people away, and force them to become what one group saw as the "right" way.
  Now, don't get me wrong, I am certainly not promoting all that which I speak of. I hate to see children suffer, I hate to see women treated as property. However....in some worlds, the "old" worlds, that is the culture and that is the tradition. To attempt destroy the way of life of a whole country will never be a positive. I look back on the countries that have had wars that the "western world" stepped into, in the time period I have been alive, and see if things were fixed. I suppose Vietnam  could be better off than before, however, now among their tradition and culture, we have a new mix. We put our ideas and ways into their world, and along with the good, we have definitely added some nasty problems.We saw the Gulf war, helllloooo, have a look at what that accomplished. Made a few folks extremely rich, and things are still a mess. Iraq, just so sad, are the people of that country better off now? Afghanistan?
  The western world seems to think they know better. Why do we think our way is right? Are we really so stupid as to think we go in, have a chat, decide who it is we think is best to run things, set them up, walk away, and lo and behold the sun shines brighter and the country's citizens suddenly wake up happy, free, and middle class? The sad truth is, each time the western world steps in, we make the call, we pick a side, and hand over incredible amounts of money and power to that side. Human nature is such that, when one is given this power over all, no matter who they are, corruption rears its nasty head. Those who have this incredible support become all powerful, and then a country must change to suit their ideals.
  Those of us who live in North America,( both countries), have come to realize our own governments are corrupt, they do what they want. They spend our money, and make the rules behind closed doors. We call ourselves the "free world", it is extremely obvious we are anything but free. The voices of the people have been limited to those who have found their way into power by the "vote". Once they get in office, they decide they know best. They ignore the voice of the people, they do what those who sit behind the doors feel is right. They feel that the single vote the people took  that got them in, gives them the ability to run things as they see fit. They become so busy trying to fix other countries, they do not have time to clean up their own home. Each time they devote to a problem "off shore" our own country suffers. We spend obscene amounts in military support, we send thousands of our own to die in places they are not welcomed by either side. Our leaders sit behind the doors, trying to build new countries, while our own suffer.
  In the perfect world, I would adopt every single Christian Children Fund child! I would have water wells in every African town. I would build schools, and hospitals, and I would have safe homes for all those oppressed women, and young kids would never have to sit all day making clothes for big box stores.
  But, the sad truth is, in my own country there are children who suffer, there are communities without clean water, there are many towns without medical care, women here are abused with no place to go.
  Before we take up arms, and attempt to fix things in places we know little about, places that have survived far longer than our young countries, we had best focus on our own mess. We obviously are far from perfect, and it is past time to clean up our own backyard, before we go traipsing into others.
  As to that sickening business of eating human organs. I find it obscene, and beyond disturbing, but...remember, Syria is a country far older than ours. If you look back into European history, you will find stories of this horrible practice, between Protestants and Catholics (O.K. it was in the 1500's). History tells of the Aztecs doing exactly the same, and aboriginal tribes in many countries. That doesn't happen now, we have evolved, and as far as I know, beyond really f*cked up murderers, we , as a people cannot fathom this. Again, Syria is NOT North America, or modern Japan, or modern Hawaii. It is a country steeped in culture and traditions, many which we do not condone, but they are not ours.
 Before we go fixing their traditions and cultures like we fixed those of our own aboriginals, let's take a step back. The world cannot be a cookie cutter place. We are not the same, no matter what society claims. Our history, traditions and culture make us unique. Just because we do not like the ways of another world, does not give us the right, or even the responsibility to force them to adapt to what we feel is proper.
  Let our leaders sit down and spend our money fixing our mess. Let them listen to their people, first. If in the next century, we can build our Utopia, we can then consider offering our hands to those who request it. We will open our doors to those who wish to commit to our way of life, those who chose to follow our traditions and culture, because a country must have those. Our tradition of the knowledge that if one works hard and follows the law, they can reach their dream, our culture that grows and adapts, and becomes something that other countries try to strive for.
  It is time to mind our own business, get our own ducks in a row, and ensure we can live safe, happy, and healthy lives.

Monday, 26 August 2013

Minds Work in crazy ways

So, wow, what a day!!! I finally clued in on how to get pictures on here, and....got a new puppy! Oh, you are in trouble now, pictures will be popping up steady. Not just the cute little puppy, or my very handsome Big Boy, random visions will be all over the place.
  Anyhow, onto my natter for the day. I know I have mentioned my dog before, I am sure all of you have heard he means the world to myself and my family, that said, since the day I became attached to him, I was scared to death. What frightened me? Believe it or not, it was the knowledge that chances were pretty likely, my dog would leave this world before me. Of course in a lifetime of doggies, I have certainly suffered that loss, more than once, but it seems each time, it becomes more difficult. The dogs have become a larger part of my world, with all my children becoming adults.
  Because I had such a long pause between children (a decade) I had at least one roaming about the house for 30 years, none stop. Your humans take an awful lot of time and energy. They often inform you how much they "hate" you, or even small things, how much they really, really want something that is at the top of your price range, and generally means you will have to forget that brand new pack of fruit of the loom for women you had been dreaming about at Wal-Mart.
  My years of thread bare undies have passed. My children all purchase their own desperately needed costly necessities, and for the past few years, my Honey and I have doted on the dog. Cripes, the other day we spotted a pet store (in fact, now we have two close by) in we go, he really needed some treats, oh look, they have some with stuff that is good for his joints , must get those. Walked out $60 bucks poorer, and drove right up to the new store for pets! Yes, look, they have all sorts of healthy goodies made right here in our country, best get another $40 of that, and....he needs a new heavy duty frisbee, $14!!
  Yes, he is spoiled, but...the only pressure that animal puts on us, is for attention. He jumps out of his skin at the sound of car keys rattling, or shoes taken from the closet, a jacket put on is like a ray of hope. He loves to go for walks, and rides. In fact, all he wants is to be included in every moment of our day. Of course his food bowl must be kept full, along with his share of everything we intend on putting down our throats. A trip to the fast food place, means chicken fingers for him. Hey, he doesn't care what the heck chicken fingers are made of, he loves them!!
  He has a BFF that lives up the hill from us. This friend has a huge fenced yard, and his friend is a totally different breed (of the darker persuasion), he is also, like my handsome fellow, not fixed. In another world, this friendship would never happen, two alpha males do NOT get along, but these two decided their lives would be better if they became buddies. It is laughable to watch, when we mention the BFF's name, our dog goes insane, he jumps about, barking and wagging his tail. The drive up, gets more insane the closer we get, the last corner, he is barking non-stop. His BFF meets him at the gate, we open it up, and they are gone, like bullets. We can sit inside, have 2 cups of tea. a nice long visit with our friends, and the two dogs will run themselves ragged.
  We now have time to learn our dog's personality, he has become our child, the focus of our lives. I have seen friends lose their focus, and, the loss of my last dog after 16 years, still stings. So, at times when I least expect, I get that sense of dread, what will I do when Rupert ages and I have to say good-bye? Silly, you say, he is only 4! Well, too bad, so sad, I highly doubt I will have a decade more time with my dog, and that thought just sickens me.
  I can't give him immortality, so.....maybe, if there is another, younger dog when his time comes, the pain and empty feeling will not be so incredible? Oh, it can't be just any dog, it has to be one like him. One with his quirks and genetically weird habits (like diving for rocks). Because I can't make a clone, perhaps I can manage the next best thing? Maybe I can ensure there is a little bit of him left.
  I can see many of you shaking your heads. There are a ton of unwanted dogs roaming about, why bring more into the world? Well, folks, my 16 year old dog was a rescue puppy. He was an amazing dog, smart as a whip, and he managed to meld into our lives, forgetting the abuse he suffered when he was young. I had two other "rescue" dogs that could never get over the abuse they suffered, and I accepted all the issues they lived with. This time, I am simply going to insure I have, not a replacement, as there will never be another dog quite like my Rupert, but, we will have a part of him, one more male dog to last me my lifetime.
  We have brought a new puppy into our home. She is a mix, just like him, mother and father both full breeds, of a different type. She is a vision of him as a puppy (just a few differences) and it is clear, she has personality. He seems to accept this fur ball, and now he will never be alone. One day, we will allow her to have one batch of puppies, and then she will get, as they say, fixed. Out of this batch of puppies, we will chose one male, so someday, we will have 3 dogs. Hey, no problem, we managed 3 children, and it is likely I will still be able to buy enough of those nice new packs of fruit of the loom for women, as I want!
  So, has the dreadful thought of the future loss gone away? Nope, it still lingers , some times when  I wrap my arms around him. I cannot believe the love we have for this animal. I have to think that what parents have for their children, needs a place to overflow when they become empty nesters. I don't think I had this much extra love to give an animal before my children became adults. The difference between children and pets, is, normally a child will outlive a parent. Of course as a mother I worry about my kids, and of course I still love them, as a parent always will, but...if life's cycle runs true, my children will be around far longer than me. As a "glass 1/2 empty" person, this is not true of a pet. The Girl Guide Motto is ingrained in my head...Be Prepared, and I am doing my best.

Friday, 23 August 2013

I'm Baaaaack....

Boy, it's been awhile since I sat down for a bit of blogging. Not quite sure WTF is going on in my life. It has become apparent Summer is at an end...totally missed it. Less than a month before I step into a year closer to 60, and it happened so fast.
  Usually I keep track of the passage of time. It is generally marked by when my next days off are, as those are the bright lights of my life (how very sad is that?), but, perhaps it is because I have been booking off the same days as my beloved, and working almost 12 days in a row, before taking 4 or 5 off, missed a month, and blew a whole season,  now I am kicking myself.
  When you live where I do, summer is always fleeting. We do not experience the 2 most pleasant seasons at all, spring and fall, just the extreme two. For some stupid reason, the only season that lasts forever is winter. That nasty time lasts about 8 frigging months. No, not exaggerating, it goes on beyond human endurance.
  So, last week, incredible heat wave, I could barely move, or sleep. Life was just one huge ball of moisture, because of the humidity. To mow the lawn, a person would be smart to head out about 4 AM, but...then you would deal with a heavy dew...otherwise, you would have to place a beer at the end of each mowed row, just to replace fluids. Great plan, but the rows get increasingly crooked as one goes along.
  Yesterday I gaze about, the leaves are falling! Patches of yellow are seen everywhere in the bush. Then the horrid sound that brings a chill to my heart...I heard the Geese down along the river. That sound is not the same as the music their voices bring to my world in the "spring" (beginning of summer). This noise is like nails on a chalkboard. It is the ring of doom, the herald of evil. Those wonderful bodies of feather are warning me that they are getting the H-ll out of town, winter is on it's way!!
  Now, growing up, I would often travel, and when someone I met would ask where I lived, I would simply say the name of the town, and then explain it was just a short drive down the road from Alaska. Hey, it was, just 2 miles (give or take). Oh, then they would be off..."do you live in an igloo?" I would always want to slap them silly with that question, but....use the State of Alaska in an explanation and instantly Nanook of the North is all they see. Not so... my hometown did not get cold! We got enormous amounts of snow, enormous amounts of rain, and a blip of below freezing. The blip was just enough to put a good layer of "crust" on the enormous amount of snow, allowing a person to often walk up to the second story windows in their home, or climb onto their roof to sled off. Yes, we would bundle up, but mostly because the snow was wet and cold, not because the air was so frigid we couldn't breath. We could in fact build snow homes, but they would be built down into the 10 feet of snow, with steps and tunnels.
  However....although I no longer live just down the road from Alaska, I do live in the frigging Far North. I live in an area that winter is a killer. If one makes a mistake, they are screwed. No forgiveness in this part of the world. I fear frostbite walking 2 blocks, and ...it could happen if I am not prepared. Breathing becomes painful, when the thermometer hits -35 (that is celsius) blowing snow feels like needles when it hits bare skin. The body revolts, hair becomes a ball of static, skin splits, and goes numb. Ears get cold, and then when you enter a room, become so damn hot, you think flames are coming out of them! A quick trip to the store takes planing. First, against all the environmental hoohah, you must dash outside and start your vehicle. Give yourself at least 15 minutes to let it warm up beyond molasses oil consistency, and use that time to dress properly, because entering and exiting the vehicle and building take a lifetime when it is this cold (or so it seems). Oh cripes, I just don't want to do this again!! My job demands I spend far too much time going in and out doors, I just don't think I can manage yet another mind numbing 8 months of winter!
  I think humans are (hey, not just me, it is scientifically proven) genetically programed for specific locations. I was born and raised on the North Coast. I grew up with rain, sunshine, and snow. My skin needs above normal precipitation (now I have tons of wrinkles because I live here)! My comfort level requires a minimum of 5 feet of heavy wet snow, to insulate my surroundings in the midst of winter. I need 4 distinct seasons, none extreme. I need to be able to moan about the incredible amount of snow shoveling required (which if you chose, you can hire a loader to do). I need to be able to watch winter end, slowly, with the shrinking snowbanks outside my window, and the noise of the waterfalls growing with the spring melt. I need to hear the roar of snow slides down the mountain, as spring burrows under the snow pack. I need to watch the green start slowly on the trees, or, watch the leaves flutter yellow to the ground, until the branches are bare. Spring is a time of rebirth, fall is a time to prepare, to live in harmony, these seasons are necessary.
  I have spent a decade without the joy of rebirth, or the opportunity to prepare. In my world, the leaves do not even get a chance to flutter yellow to the ground. One day they are nice and green, and the next, they are covered in snow, still attached to the blasted tree! There is no warning to take a couple of days to clear summer off your yard, it is summer on Monday, on Tuesday, you dig out the long johns! Sorry folks, but this is unnatural! My DNA cannot support this! You can go on about Global warming all you want, I have read diaries written a 100 years ago by folks who pioneered in this area, same sh*t, summer one day, winter the next!! They only way a person can survive these parts is to be genetically programmed, and...I'm not!!
  My fingers are already crossed, I am trying to gear myself up, the sun is shining outside, the heat is warming through the panes of glass, but the Geese have honked, and I suppose I had best get outside and get ready for the 8 months of the second season ahead!

Friday, 2 August 2013

Sorry 911 not available in your area!

Imagine this....Your child falls down the basement stairs, you find them, laying in a pool of blood, unconscious, and barely breathing. What is the first thing you do? Of course, you grab the phone and call 911, the lifeline to all Canadians. You know that as soon as you speak to a person, the wheels will be set in motion, and help will arrive momentarily. The moments, however, always feel like hours. Well.....those moments, HAVE become hours in small communities across the province of British Columbia!
  The quick response time, when you can stand back, and watch a professional medical person assist your loved one, has disappeared for many people. They are left to attempt to save their own, with hours of waiting until someone shows up at the door. Unacceptable? Definitely!! However, our provincial government has simply sat back, and allowed this to happen, all over British Columbia.There are a number of places in northern British Columbia, that if you happen to travel their highways, have a nasty accident, good luck!!There will be no paramedic there to put you on a spine board, you will be better off, letting Joe Blow haul your sorry bleeding broken a$$ into the back of their lifted chromed pickup, and drive you off to the nearest hospital. Folks in the Cariboo have bled to death waiting for an ambulance to get to them. Really, people!! So, if you don't think this sh*t affects you, obviously you do not travel!!
  Response times in semi-isolated communities are often longer than the "City Mice" have to wait. Your medical assistance is likely offered by a housewife who carries a pager while she goes about her everyday life. When that goes off (and trust me, when someone in Kamloops dispatches an ambulance to a spot on highway 37, a whole whack of stuff has happened, taking far longer than they do to dispatch a car to Lion's Gate bridge),  this housewife then must don her uniform, that is required by BCAS, they must look professional, right? You certainly don't want to be saved by someone wearing their jogging pants, now, do you? Then they must get in their own personal vehicle, follow street legal speeds, and make their way to the ambulance station. Hopefully it is summer, and not winter, because those old motors don't want to start cold! Their partner has been going through the same scenario. Then they begin to travel out to your accident scene, which may be 100 miles away from their town. Hummm....certainly not the shining picture BCAS paints, is it? That accident scene on Lion's Gate bridge has already had a Police vehicle, a fire truck, the jaws of life, and a helicopter whisking the victims off to the hospital, which is 5 minutes away, surgical team waiting to fix everyone up.  You, however, lay there, beside the logging truck (thank goodness log truck drivers have radios, because, surprise...no cell service!) it's dusty, you're suffering, and it is a very long time before you even hear the sirens off in the distance. The poor driver is doing all he can to help, but, he can't move you, just in case your back is broken, so, he suffers as well. There is no one else on the road, you feel lost, and scared.
  Well, guess what folks, now the BCAS has taken even that less than perfect service away. You and the log truck driver may as well discuss how he can lift you into the passenger seat of his truck, because...the housewife has been screwed for the last time by BCAS, she has given her last 360 days of the year covering in her town. She has hollered for help, she has begged for assistance, she warned them the time was approaching when there would be no locals to carry the pager. They simply plugged their ears and shut their eyes. Why would they do that? Well, I am going to offer you my take..THEY DON"T CARE!!! In my mind, it is worse than not caring, I believe they would prefer to concentrate all their time, money, and staff in the lower mainland, or perhaps the Okanagen, lots of paramedics would love that plum job. People just don't want to live in small towns. Hey, headquarters are in Vancouver, the college is in Vancouver, the Union is in Vancouver, the big wigs are in Vancouver, the media is in Vancouver, the money is in Vancouver!!If a paramedic wants to become Full-time, guess where he/she has to spend time? Yep, Vancouver!!!Think of the money they will save....Oh, then they can use those helicopters, to land all over the highway, and up at Whistler (because, it is such a long journey from the tourist mecca to a hospital), right?
  Why didn't you hear about this? Well, here is a tiny tidbit, I know this tidbit, because...my honey was involved with BCAS for many years...they (Paramedics) can't tell you diddly! Their Union, and their management have duct taped their mouths. The only folks who are allowed to speak to the public are..Union, and Management!! Do you think either is going to tell the the honest to God truth? Cripes, no, otherwise they will lose their positions. Is the Union going to stand up for the housewife? Not on your life!! Their focus is strictly on the Full-Timers, Part-timers are crap to them, they don't care about Part-time issues, they want to ensure the Full-Timers get what they need, and that is a big enough battle, without worrying about a couple of backwood folks.
  Staffing in these small town has always been an issue, but, just like the shortage of Doctors, why on earth can't the government (because this is ALL government)make it mandatory for folks who are starting off, to spend 3 months in these small communities? What skin off the back of the BCAS would that be? Those housewives could cover days off for the Full-Time Newbies. They would learn how to deal with issues without a full service hospital 12 blocks away. They could experience bare bone paramedics, and think for themselves. Why do they all have to go to Vancouver?
  Those of us living in the boondocks get screwed by the health system daily. We pay exactly what Joe Blow does living next to St. Paul's hospital in Vancouver for our MSP. We pay the same premiums as Suzy Chapstick who takes a bus with her senior discount pass to have her radiation treatment. We pay the same premium as Sally , who has a choice of walk-ins to hit, in the middle of the afternoon.
  We now have places that will wait 2 hours on a good day, in the middle of summer, likely 3.5 hours in the middle of winter just to have an ambulance show up at their front door, then they will pray to survive at least 4 hours to be dropped off at a hospital. Then if it is really bad, and they can't help them at the small hospital, perhaps they will be lucky, and be driven to a plane (which of course has had to make it's way from.....Vancouver) and flown off to the city, and one last drive to the hospital. All of this...is NOT free, it comes with a price, that must be paid out of pocket. Sure wish we could use Suzy's discount!!!
  So, maybe all the small towns, who are being screwed by the British Columbia Ambulance Service (in truth the Lower Mainland Ambulance Service) can band together. Maybe the voices of the little people who have just as much right to emergency services, as the high- rise livers, could speak at once, and maybe they can put their feet down. Maybe they can ask the question why they don't matter?
  The sad truth is, it is going to take a life, in fact, because lives have already been lost in some communities, the government obviously has not, and I suppose, will not care. Those who live in small town are simply expendable. What a disgrace to our province, and beyond that, to our country. It is apparent, some Canadians are less than others. Is this not discrimination? Hummmm.....Maybe there is a legal leg to stand on here folks, we are a Nation, and we have National Health care, now....let's make sure our government makes it available to each and every one of us, we pay the same rates, we get the same service!!!