Archive for June, 2013

Ode to summer recess
June 12, 2013

It does not surprise
my weary eyes
that you took more
than we’d bargained for

It will not distress
our level best
that you gave less
than we’d hoped for

You cannot dissuade
by the games that you played
for you take away
that for which we need to pay

Nor can we forget
the harm you begat
by abusing tradition
and feigning contrition

With Parliamentary recess
Canadians can address
A nation that used to be best
Needs summertime rest

Not another morn
do I wish to be warned
of democracy abused
and a nation used

So spend as you can
And abuse as you must
In this you can trust
you’ll be left in the dust

We are true, north and free
And that, you cannot take from me

Voting begins at home
June 8, 2013

This article first appeared in the June All Month Edition of the Friday AM

While I would love to bring to light my sincere suspicion that big oil money paid for the provincial elections, and big city organizers ran them, I do not have the¬†wherewithal to research the issue. I’ll live with the doubt and get on with my life. I fear what I might find out and I don’t have time to be afraid.

What did stand out for me was my voting experience in my neighbourhood so I’ll stick to what I know for sure. I live in Canoe. Canoe, in my view, is one of British Columbia’s best kept secrets. There aren’t many neighbourhoods where you can walk, on sidewalks, under mature trees in a neighbourhood where no two houses are alike. You can walk to school, to church, to the seniors centres, to the pond, to the park, to the ball diamond, to the golf course, to the store, to the post office, to the hall, to the wharf and to the beach and through the trails in the neighbouring forest. We may not know everyone, but we know of most everyone. We wave hello when we walk by.

We’re from all walks of life. Musicians, mechanics, mill workers – and all stages too – moms with wee babes in strollers, fit seniors on vigourous daily walks. We have social issues too. We just don’t have the big garage doors or epic long driveways to mask them as well from view.

On voting day, many of us were out and about in Canoe. As I walked into the Hall to cast my ballot I was greeted by many friendly faces. I knew almost every scrutineer because, well, it’s Canoe, and we’re like that. Now Canoe has no big oil money or big city organizers, and our results (as Lorne so quickly reported in his Friday AM following the vote) were pretty much in line with how the rest of the province voted. So I’ll trust my neighbourhood. If that’s what we agreed upon, then that’s what we must do.

Now it might come up in conversation when we’re out for a walk or at the ball game or at the next fundraiser at the Hall (the last one was on Saturday night for the North Canoe School playground, such fun!), but I doubt it, we’ve made up our mind and we’re back to it. When you live in Canoe, you quickly learn that the most important things aren’t the things that happen on election day, but the things that happen in the days in between and that’s what makes Canoe, well, paddle on.