July 13 is my last day at work – only four weeks away. Emotions are mixed – I have worked with some of my colleagues for 30 years off and on. Many of us are on second careers – we started at Air Canada, retired and came back to work in the Government. From a few comments I’ve overhead some people are getting tired of going to my farewell lunches – my former sous-chef Molly figures this is number 4, that she can remember!
I know I will miss the people – old colleagues and new – and I will miss the incredible view – changing with every season – I have from the office windows.
Lebreton Flats – was once a crowded community of taverns, small businesses and company houses many owned by the E. B. Eddy Co. They were razed in the 1960’s to make way for … nothing until the War Museum was built in 2002. Plans have been approved and construction started on luxury condominiums and apartments and the developers are making a killing.
Victoria Island is the venue for most of this year’s National Aboriginal Day celebrations – some of the biggest names in the Native arts community are appearing from June 21-24. Before it became the site of lumber mills and factories the island had particularly significance for the tribes along the Ottawa River.
I wish the area around the Supreme Court were a little less austere but given what’s done there maybe its appropriate.
There are only five bridges connecting Ottawa to Gatineau – four in the downtown and one in the West – rush hour traffic can be hell.
Our end of the Sparks Street Mall is all flower beds and trees – the cafes, restaurants and stores are a few blocks away.
The clematis at the side of the family room has always been a heavy bloomer but the one on the deck has never once had so much as a bud. I hadn’t realized they could be so temperamental.
Four years ago the honeysuckle vine was a pathetic twig but this year has been its most spectacular – sort of imagine it in the next few years surrounding the door.
For the first time neither of the peonies has a single bloom; by this time they should have been loaded down with ants, a few sticky buds and gigantic pink-white blooms. Maybe I should have divided them last fall?
I have absolutely no idea what these flowers are. They are dotted throughout the garden and bloom for a week or two.
They are quite lovely and in full bloom first thing in the morning when the sun hits them, but….
… towards sunset they close up and become this little pea pods.
Just wondering if anyone knows what they are; Lynette I can normally count on you to refresh my fading memory on things floral.
Tater doesn’t update everyday but when he does it is always incredibly well written and filled with an understanding of the people and events in his life. His most recent essay is a beautiful memory piece.
I spent 33 years of my life working with Air Canada – 15 of them at an airport either toiling on or training people for the front lines.
Fifteen years of:
- having my birthright called into question because the plane would not/could not take off in pea-soup fog or a blinding snowstorm
- having my IQ level publicly and loudly downgraded to a figure in the minus column because seven pieces of carry-on luggage had been allowed at every other airport in the world
- having my sexuality thrown in my face because some business man couldn’t get a window seat (Yes, he called me a “faggot”; and the only response I could think of was: You’d be a better judge of that than I sir. Which he was too stupid to realize meant: Takes one to know one!)
I only wish at one point I had had the guts to follow the example of these intrepid canines at Bangkok International Airport. No doubt it would have got me fired but damn there were days when it would have been worth it.