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Oh Canada!

As you all know, last year I threatened to move to Canada if Palin was elected.  Well, maybe you did not know that, but the cat is out of the bag now.  I even went so far as to find out that it is apparently quite easy to move to Canada. 

If it was just not so darn cold there!  And, I’m pretty sure that my Master’s Daughter will not follow me as she is very happy in all of her jobs.  And, I jokingly mentioned to Gaffer that I would like to move and his whiny response was, “But, I just found a job!” 

So, in the spirit of good and bad lists, I am weighing my options:

First, on the downside:

  1. This house needs so much work that I will be 97 before it is ready to sell.
  2. The economy is down the tubes and we would probably not get our money out of this house.
  3. Packing seems overwhelming.
  4. I would have to find new doctors and I LOVE my doctors.
  5. I would have to find a new bank.  Since my bank is in a constant state of changing it’s name and I have had three banks in the last seven years without doing a thing.
  6. Mother would probably have a melt down, or more likely a “freeze up.”
  7. Since it will take three years for the new health care to get running, I will probably not have a doctor for the next two years, since our oldest has found a job.  Never mind that every penny he makes will be going to Sallie Mae for his eternal student loans.  Canada has health care and when you have gone for years without healthcare, anything is better than nothing.
  8. Distance from relatives.

Second on the plus side:

  1. I would not be the owner of this house when it slides off the slope into the pond.
  2. There is no plus side on the economy.
  3. A ton of my stuff is still packed in Rubbermaids from the last move.
  4. Sorry, no plus side on finding new doctors!
  5. I could maybe find a bank that did not sell-out every three years.
  6. My mother does love nature and we could move to the edge of civilization; albeit frozen civilization.
  7. I would have healthcare.
  8. I would then be “north of the border,” thus making my relatives, who think that living on the wrong side of an imaginary line makes you less equal, as the people who would THEN be living “south of the border.”

I really think I need to move somewhere though.  This house needs a thorough cleaning.

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XUP had a blog on ideas for blogging. A wee bit of cheating there, but something I have needed as my brain has just been too tired to think of something lately.

But, it was her blog link list that reminded me of an idea I had, and had not worked on, and that is: my blogger name.

Xup has a long list of bloggers, from Canada and from the US and some of the names are so cool.

A sibilant intake of breath – Okay, where is my dictionary
Diary of a Turtlehead – You want to click on this to see just what a turtlehead is.
Fabric of her reality – I could always use a day in someone else’s reality.
Knitting is my boyfriend – I certainly understand that.
Mean old mommy – and what mother has not heard that
Minty fresh – I expect to see pictures of green hills.  Unfortunately, it is a black background with grey print and too hard to read for my eyes.
Tales from a grouch – Gosh, my father incarnate
Trashy’s world reminds me of the time my neice was complaining because she was getting sexual email. I asked her what her screen name was and she said, “Big Jugs.” I rest my case
Deep Friar – somehow a painful thought

And at the bottom of her list is probably my favorite, “Uncouth Heathen.”

And, somewhere in the middle of this all is me: SaVanVleck. Now, could you get any more creative? I mean, I am an artist, so I should have thought up some cool name, myself. Here’s a few I thought of today:

Daughter of a grouch – too close to Tales from a grouch
You laugh too much – a statement grouch made to his wife and granddaughter once.  That is my father, grouch and not Tales from a grouch.

A painter of people

Unable to format my blogs (it is double spacing here for no reason at all)

Okay, see therein is my problem, I am horrible at naming things. 

P.S. I am not linking each of these blogs, so anyone who wishes to find a new and exciting blog to read, go to XUP, she has the links.

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Were you ever in a relationship where you woke up one morning and said, ‘This person is making me old.’?

 

It’s not that they are actually making you old.  Mother Nature does a fine job of that on her own and when your genes add something like heart disease or cancer to the mix, it is scary. And, it is not that I am afraid of death, because I am not. And, someday I will explain that when I am feeling very psychic and ready to open my soul to the world (plus a death experience- not my own though).

 

What the thing is, is that I want to enjoy every minute of this life while I am here.  It is way too short not to.  I used to hike, picnic in the Dunes State Park in the winter, ski (cross-country and downhill), and just explore.  I went camping every chance I got.  Daughter-of-eleven and I once went camping with the tent and a roll of aluminum foil.  Seriously, I forgot blankets, bedding and utensils.  I stopped and bought a spatula and a blanket.  You can make a very good bacon and egg breakfast on foil, over an open fire.

 

I have visited every state in this union except Alaska. I have camped in Canada and spent two hours in Mexico.  That’s a whole other story.  I have whale watched and driven a large cargo van up a gravel mining road in Colorado.  That MAY just be what is wrong with daughter-of-eleven.  She was with me and never quite got over that adventure.  She did not mind going up so much, it was the backing back down the narrow, steep, drop-off, gravel mining road that did her in. 

 

The point is, and I am sure there is a point somewhere; I am not ready to sit in a rocking chair yet.  I have given up most things for years now because it seemed so unfair to my husband to do things without him.  He cannot help being disabled, but I realized a few years ago that I was getting older than I should be because of not living and it was not doing him any favors either, that I was declining.  He does what he can and I need to do what I can.  As I said, life is just too short.

 

I started out taking violin lessons.  It was something I had always wanted to do and I inherited my uncle’s violin.  So, the last year and a half I was in Wyoming I studied with Rainer Schwartzkof and, if I do say so myself, and actually, my teacher did; I’m rather an advanced case study on violin.  It may have been the years of music in school. and teaching myself to play organ.  But, by the end of the year and a half, we were doing Mazas duets and, oh, how I loved that.  I gave that up when I moved.

 

So, now that I am all better (my chest has been opened and my heart repaired) and I again have health insurance to get some rehab to help me get exercising again, I am anxious to get back to the violin.  My goal: to play Hay Una Mujer Desaparecida by Wolff; Three Pieces from Schindler’s List by John Williams and I have a book of Classical Solos to tackle.  I am also anxious to get back to painting.  

 

Until they get me settled in rehab, I walk (on our four acres), and I tend the garden (getting my pulse rate up a bit) and I take pictures, and I write. Irritating Chihuahua accompanies me and occasionally sneaks away, but when I am out of doors, it recharges my batteries.

 

Life is too short, not to live it.

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When I was a girl, and boy am I dating myself here, you could take an auto trip across America and eat your way across this country, trying foods that were new to your palate and never eating fast food.  There were grits in the south and vinegar on fries in Canada. The architecture was not all the same; as my neighbors pointed out to the rest of our rural block when they came home from California and painted their home a “California lavendar color.” It was shocking, in a block of white and tan homes.

 

Now, we travel and it’s the same choice in every town, TGIF or McDonald’s and Arby’s.  Regional flavors and differences are disappearing and not just in food either.  Wide Awake in Wonderlands is on a backpacking/hostel tour of Europe. She is reliving her “after school” type tour and finding the same thing in Europe.  Where hundred year old buildings house designer label stores. 

 

Before the rest of the world becomes too homogenized, with McDonalds popping up in the Colliseum and Western clothing the norm:  I would love to take pictures of:

 

The architecture of India as a backdrop of the electric color of Saris and food of India

 

Dusty African planes and the smiles of their people.

 

Architecture in Japan and the beauty of simplicity their culture respects

 

The Outback in Australia and the life of the fires of the Aboriginal people

 

Markets of spices and vegetables everywhere

 

In the meantime, I will travel with Wide Awake in Wonderland and Anthony Bourdain and today, I am off to the wilds of Tennessee, to visit relatives and where the only thing exotic that I have experienced in other visits is the southern accent of my cousin who was born and raised in Indiana.

 

OPPS!! Trip just cancelled because of Ike.  Apparently roads into Tennessee are being closed.  Hmmm! Does that keep the rain out?

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