“O Canada” is a beautiful national anthem. It isn’t that I dislike “The Star-Spangled Banner”—I just don’t have the opera diva’s voice to sing it.
I have some connection to Canada, but not genetically. I grew up on the south shore of Lake Ontario in New York State, roughly across from Toronto. Whenever the Arctic winds were blowing (wailing) south, I got Canada on me and in my lungs if my mouth and nose weren't covered properly. I think I swallowed a Canadian chewing gum wrapper one time and nearly choked to death.
Have you ever noticed that the border on most maps between Canada and the U.S. is a white dotted line? It used to be that Mexicans had to swim across the Rio Grande River to enter the U.S. illegally; all Canadians have ever had to do is step over the white line. It must have been a bitch painting all those lines, especially across the Great Lakes.
Shit. Three paragraphs already and I haven’t gotten to the point of this post. I must be in an especially digressive mood today. I guess I can scratch Twittering, as usual.
Okay, drum roll please, and plenty of applause from the studio audience. I am thrilled to introduce my latest Canadian blog friend, Ponita in Real Life. She lives in Winnipeg (Manitoba, for the geographically challenged), is an overworked nurse (is there any other kind?), walks her beautiful dog Zoë when it’s -20C (-4F), and is a very good writer (the link to her site is one of her creative pieces).
And wait until you get a load of her mastHEAD.
This is the perfect time to re-introduce my other Canucklian friends. Or Canuckleheads, as Ponita mentioned in a comment. Listed in chronological blog time is
Stinkypaw, Montreal, Quebec
Wandering Coyote, Rossland, British Columbia
Barbara Bruederlin, a/k/a Zombie, Calgary, Alberta
Tui, a/k/a Tiffin, North Cowpat, Ontario (Tui doesn't blog, but she's a super-intelligent commenter.)
I could say that I’m humbled to have you ladies as friends, but that would be a lie because I’m not at all humble. All of you, however, have made my life richer, and that is a priceless gift to me.
[HAH! All you people thought this was a post about the Olympics, didn't you.]