What is your favorite cheese?
Wensleydale. I’ve never eaten it, and I doubt I ever will unless I can find an emporium that carries goodies from the UK. But I love it anyway, because of Wallace and Gromit.
I first learned of the variety of English cheese from Nick Park’s A Grand Day Out, a wonderfully sweet and funny Claymation. Wallace and Gromit are out of cheese so they build a rocket to take them to the moon, because everyone knows the moon is THE vacation destination for cheese lovers!
Are you left or right-handed?
Right. But presently I am snacking on a slice of blueberry/haskap berry muffin from my left hand and typing with my right. Obviously, I am ambidextrous when it comes to food.
Do you prefer exercising your mind or your body? How frequently do you do either?
The fact that I am dealing with high blood pressure is partly due to a long, sedentary winter. That, and a clear preference for non-physical activity. Plus the aforementioned ability to nosh while I type. You should see my keyboard: sesame seeds from the cream cheese bagel, toast crumbs, and an uppercase dab of peanut butter. (I’m kidding – this is poetic licence. However, now and again, I do need to give the keys a good sharp shake over the sink to dislodge the remnants of my meals.)
I try to get out for at least a thirty minute walk every day.
Complete this sentence: Hot days are …
Hot days are a thing? Not up here, they aren’t. This summer, I have yet to wear shorts. My garden is still limping along. Only the radishes are edible, so far.
Optional Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I am grateful for this Northern Ontario community.
The last two weeks have been full with all manner of stimulating and feeling-full events. I gave the rock talk to about a dozen kids and their parents. That was fun, all the more so since I didn’t prepare a formal script. On behalf of the historical society, Reiner made a presentation to the Township of Coleman. It was deemed newsworthy, so the radio news guy came to the house for an interview.
We worked in Vivian’s garden to tidy it up ahead of her family arriving for her memorial. I spent a lovely afternoon with Viv’s daughter Val and we shared laughs and tears.
Friday afternoon, we attended the opening of the new Cobalt Market. I was delighted to see the full parking lot and to hear the chatter and laughter from the arena. We bought some local honey and the aforementioned haskap berries. Friday evening found us at the Miners’ Tavern and this, believe it or not, was the first time Reiner and I went to a pub for a beer. The fundraising event was for Charlie Angus who is running for Federal NDP leadership. He sat with us and we gabbed for a while. Later, when the noise level creeped up, I took a break on the empty patio. Almost instantly, a group of guys came out to smoke. Remember, I don’t normally find myself in a bar on a Friday night. I NEVER find myself striking up conversations with random guys at bars, EVER. But I did.
The next day we joined in a celebration of Vivian’s life at the Classic Theatre. What an honour that was, to bear witness to the outpouring of love. There was music and poetry and art. Her granddaughter staged a fashion-show of sorts, to illustrate via Viv’s closet the different roles Vivian played in her life. One of the musicians was the random quirky guy I met at the tavern the night before and of course, Charlie was there too. It was through Vivian that I met the Angus family in the first place. To close the tribute, we all sang The Cobalt Song. I couldn’t make it through the final stanza. It felt too much like closing the lid.
This week, I reflect on my good fortune to have found a community such as Cobalt.
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