Tuesday, November 27, 2012

VIRTUALLY VISITING NEW BRUNSWICK

Every month a blog called the Virtual Paintout posts a location somewhere in the world.  Artists are invited to virtually explore the place using Google Maps and Google Street View and then do a painting or sketch of  a site they choose.  November 2012's location is New Brunswick, Canada.

After "touring" this province located on the Atlantic Ocean I ended up in Fredericton, the capital city.  According to Wikipedia it is, "an important cultural, artistic, and educational centre for the province. Fredericton is home to two universities, the New Brunswick College of Craft and Design, and cultural institutions."

Across the street from Lansbridge University on Queen Street is a colorful line of businesses.

I did a little watercolor of Gordie's Pub and submitted it as my part of November's Virtual Paintout.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

REALLY USEFUL INFORMATION (revisited)


News people seem to feel it‘s their duty to advise us about things everyone already knows.  For example, “The highways are snow covered and icy.  Stay alert, slow down and stay in control.”  Or, “The temperatures are dropping down below freezing.  Be sure and wear a warm coat and several layers of clothing if you have to venture out.” 

Duh.  How about, “Wear a brightly colored bra that you can remove and hang from your car antenna if you get stuck in a drift.”  Even if your car—like most new models—doesn’t have a radio antenna, just the removal of a red lace bra is sure to bring a guy in a four-wheel-drive pickup to your side quicker than you can say World Wrestling Entertainment.

 Even if the snow plow hasn’t left a wall of ice behind your car, just getting out of the driveway is a major challenge. Since your garage is full of boxes of clothes and broken bicycles you have to remember to go out and start the car at least fifteen minutes before leaving to defrost windows and heat up the interior.  It’s okay to run out in your pajamas since all your neighbors are doing the same.  Just wear flip flops or something so you won’t rip all the skin off the soles of your feet as they stick to the ice.


Yes, it's broken, but it works.
Keep the snow brush in the back seat so you can clear off the driver side door before entering.  Without fail there will be a heavy layer of snow on the door that will fly inside upon opening.  This heap of cold wetness will settle on the seat resulting in an unnecessary wake-up call when you plop down while wearing those pajamas. 

Don’t wash the car in the winter.  Or, if you do, don’t lock it.  The locks will freeze solid and stay that way until June.

If this happens, and you drive a Geo Metro, you can usually get the hatch door open and climb in that way and squeeze between the bucket seats to get to the interior front door locks.  But don’t lose the flip-flops and be prepared for getting snow in the pajamas during this maneuver.  It will happen.  I know.

Even though you are all ready far past late, be sure to clear the snow from the roof of the car.  This may seem unnecessary, but the first time you drive across railroad tracks all the roof snow will come loose and slide forward across the windshield leaving you literally snow blind.

When you try to get back in the house the storm door may have accidentley locked.  This will occur when you‘re the last one to leave the house.  When this happens, dig your way to the basement window where your son sleeps...that window you’ve never been able to lock since that past curfew incident. Re-enter the house hoping no neighbors catch a view of those pajamas with the split seam.

If you’ve lived in snow country you already know these pointers.  If you don’t live in snow country, you’re already smart.

And when will auto manufacturers figure out how to keep the big chunks of ice from forming in wheel wells?  We have heated windows, and heated car seats; but still we have to deal with those gravel-filled glaciers that tear up the tires and fall off in parking lots to look like so many Yeti turds.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

OPENING SEQUENCE IN BLACK AND WHITE


Recently my cousin sent me a few photos taken a long time ago during a visit her family made to my family’s farm.

This was one of them.  That’s me in braids trying to hide in the flowers by our house.

This reminded me of other photos which came into my hands after the death of my parents.  Funny how the world seemed to change from black and white to colors about the same time Dorothy landed in OZ.  I know these photos were taken well after 1939. (I’m not THAT old!) But they have the same eerie quality of a time so totally removed from the fast-paced flashy world of today.

Baby Me dressed in my sunbonnet and yet still squinting in the bright light.  I’m stashed in the high chair which survived all four children before giving up the ghost.

Farm cats had to be tough.  Not only did they have to endure a rugged outdoor life, but there were those sticky kids who didn’t know the difference between hugging and choking.

My mom was a farm wife.  She didn’t have time to take a lot of pictures, but there seemed to be one every year of us in our Easter outfits.  This is me in a dress.  I remember it well.  Mom sewed it and added a store-bought belt to make it extra cool.  It’s one photo of me in a dress where I didn’t have a big bandage on one or both of my knees.  That’s my older brother looking very Indiana Jones in his fedora.

Here I’m wearing a hat and jacket that used to belong to my big brother.  I’m sitting on a Flexible Flyer sled like you’d expect to see in “A Christmas Story.”  It was an evil sled.  I have one of those memories which runs like a movie trailer in my mind. It involves propping that sled at an angle against a stack of wood.  My plan was to turn the sled into a short slippery slide.  It was an okay plan except there was nail that had worked itself loose enough to rip through the seat of my jeans and me.  Hurt so bad I could hardly breathe.  I still have a scar.

Not a very good ending.  Well, here is a sweet photo of Mom and me.