The red cottage
(based on a photo by Richard Semik)
Barbara Muir © 2012On International Women's Day today, I painted
all day, then went to an art store, and then to a party
for women in my neighbourhood. We talked about
men and women, and worked really hard at being
sensitive and kind about gender differences. I love
that great group of women, and thoroughly enjoyed
You've probably heard that Canadians are nice.
Some of us really are. We bump into each other's
carts in the supermarket, and it takes five minutes
to move on, because we're so busy saying, "I'm
sorry." "No, no, no, it was me, I'm sorry."
So global warming is a talking point challenge
for us. In Toronto not having a cold winter really
is a boon. Who wants to wake up in the morning, and shovel
first a path to the car, and then clean the car off, then
shovel the car out, or ask neighbours, or perfect
strangers to push you out of a snow bank like I
had to last winter? No one. But we are nice. And
some of us even read, so we know about the idea
of global warming and see it happening -- evidence
all around us.
Being able to go out in shorts on March 7 -- albeit
in what was really jeans and sweater weather is
so wonderful. But we can't help knowing that this isn't
right. We stand on our back porches saying sorry
to the squirrels. We put our parkas on anyway.
And tonight we were rewarded with cold temperatures
again that make us long for the place I've drawn on
my iPad. A balmy tropical paradise.
Have a being-nice-to-Canadians day.
(Especially Canadians living in cold, wintry conditions.)