Surprises in th Media

I read a fair amount. I start every morning reading the online version of the CBC, the Globe and Mail  and CTV News. I also look at a variety of other websites and read a little bit of the current edition of the Walrus. While I would never want to assume that I know all that is happening, that I understand what is happening or that what I read is completely accurate or un biased, I think I have a basic handle on what is going on in the world. Of course if specific world events are not reported on - then there are gaps in my knowledge. I do rely on my Facebook "friends" to post the great secrets of the age that the mainstream media won't print (in case you can't tell, I am being more than a little bit facetious here).  I would like to think that I am not easily shocked by the news. Far too often the news makes me angry, frustrates me to the point that I just want to scream or occasionally causes me to almost weep in sheer despair over humanities inability to learn from our past mistakes.  But I am seldom surprised to the point where I need to re-read a bit of information a couple of times before it actually sinks in. Sometimes it takes a day or two before I can figure out why a specific bit of news surprised me.

An example of this was when I read (I don't remember where) that Calgary's electrical Ctrain system runs on energy derived from wind power. For those who have never been to Calgary, the Ctrain is a light rail system that connects the outlying areas to the downtown core. One can ride within the downtown area for free. It is run on a honour system and only once have I ever seen anyone asked to show their ticket. From my limited use of the system, it appears to work wonderfully well. What of course was somewhat mind boggling to me when I first heard about how it was powered, was the fact that Calgary - a city built by and on oil revenues, did not do the obvious and use diesel to run their trains, did not use oil to generate electricity but used a renewable resource to run their system.  It is wonderful but a bit counter intuitive.

This week I read in the November edition of the Walrus that Sault St. Marie, Ontario generates significantly more electricity than it uses. Sault St. Marie exports power to the rest of the province and they generate that power using the sun and the wind. I had to read the article a couple of times. It just did not feel like it could be possibly true.

I like Sault St. Marie. On my first trip out west, I met an individual named Reg who had a profound effect upon my life. Partially because of that experience, my life underwent a radical transformation.  But Sault St. Marie has never struck me as a particularly progressive city. Its economy was initially based on the selling of the natural resources that lay buried in the ground or grew on top of it and of course as a major port on the Great Lakes. Every time I have been through the city, it has had a general sense of being both financially and if cities can be - emotionally depressed. Parts of the city feel over used and worn out. Of all of the places that I spend time in my annual trips out to the west coast, I would never have thought that Sault St. Marie and the surrounding  would have managed to do something that most cities can't even dream off. It seems as if Sault St. Marie has managed to work together to achieve a viable vision of how the world can work and be self sustainable. They would have had to deal with the multitude of issues that can arise when First Nations communities, private enterprise, government bureaucracies and environmentalists all sit around the table.  And they did.

The purpose of this blog is to remind me that in all parts of life, there are hidden examples of how people working together can make a difference in the world. That sometimes, in spite of our best intentions, it is easier to accept the standard interpretation of how the world functions and to not look deeper. I need to remind myself that sometimes I need to stop being lazy about how I view the world around me. I need to dig just a little bit deeper. While it is fun to play the role of the cynical old curmudgeon, I may be missing things that could bring me joy.

 The fact that Sault St. Marie has managed to create a system that allows it to export power should not be taken as absolute proof that the world is changing - but only that it can.

Sunny Days

I spent part of the morning watching the new Canadian Prime Minister and his cabinet being sworn in. It was an interesting experience and certainly there was a small part of me that wished I had driven up to Ottawa to be part of the crowd. Justin Trudeau could not have picked a nicer day for the event. The lawn around Rideau Hall looked as Canadian as one could ever imagine with some of the fall colours still showing on the trees and the leaves on the ground.

It is difficult not to be cynical about the process or at least about the possibility that it is all just for show and that nothing will change. Commentators have made the obvious comparison to President Obama and suggested that the new Canadian leader will fail to deliver change just as Obama has failed to make any real changes in the American political landscape. There are of course, some very clear differences between the two political systems. In the American cabinet, the heads of various departments (ministries) are appointed, in Canada every minister has been elected to sit as a member of the Parliament. The Prime Minister does not need to seek approval for their appointment. Secondly, the Prime Minister already has the support of at least the lower house. Every bill that he proposes at least technically will pass whereas Obama has had to battle both a congress and a senate that has opposed him on principle. In these times of promised new civility and the increasing lack of patience of Canadians towards the Senate, it is hoped that Trudeau will not face as nearly a partisan Senate as did Obama.  And finally, Obama came into power just as the worst economic crash since the 1930s was occurring. One hopes that there will not be another economic disaster any time soon.

However, some of the changes that Canadians expect will not happen quickly or easily. For example neither the CBC or the postal system will ever get the degree of government support it got 20 years ago. There is neither the money nor the political will to do so. Those services and others within the public service that have lost staff, systems and a specific corporate culture. It is a reality that once an organization is gutted both emotionally and financially it is probably impossible to rebuild it to its former glory. As well whether or not 25,000 Syrian refugees will get here before Christmas, whether or not there will be a clear Canadian consensus on how to stop (if not reverse) climate change before the world meetings on climate change, or whether or not investing in rebuilding our infrastructure will grow the economy are question that will only be answered in time. I suspect that the greatest quality that all Canadians need to have right now in terms of their expectations is patience.

Trudeau promised a gender balanced cabinet and he delivered. The cabinet appears to be made up of a nice mix of men and women  and women seem to have some important positions - they clearly are not just window dressing). As well there are MPs elected from all parts of Canada, there is a reasonable diversity in terms of heritage and  there are two people with visible disabilities. Some of the people look incredibly young (but that may be me just feeling old), while others may have had very interesting life experiences, but they don't know a lot about politics or about running a large bureaucracy. I am sure for all of them, they are committed to the Liberal plan which at its heart said we need to do things differently.  

They looked excited and I suppose that is a good thing when one has just got a new job. I will wait.

Last Day at the Market

Saturday was my last day selling at the Peterborough Famer's Market. It was a good day in spite of the fact that it was just below zero for the first hour. In fact, I don't think it got above four or five degrees before 11:00 AM. It is really hard to spin wool with fingers that are numb from cold.

It was in so many ways a sad day. A number of people came by to talk for a bit and to wish me luck. While it has never felt as if I was becoming friends with the other vendors (there really is so little time to just have a chat with them) , I realized that I did know quite a few of them. So it felt good that people knew who I was, that I was moving to Vancouver Island and that this was my last day. I would not want to suggest that anyone was particularly sad at my leaving but it was nice to know that my presence at the market had made some sort of impact.  

A number of my "customers" also dropped in. While I, of course, wished that they had bought more things, it was nice to hear that they were still enjoying the rug or the shawl that they had bought a few months ago. I never thought that I would enjoy selling as much as I do. It is a bit of a show that I put on as I sit there and spin, talking to the little kids, some of whom seem to be mesmerized by the wheel spinning around and around and around, answering questions from people who want to know how it all works (they never seem to believe me when I say it is sort of like magic or that I really don't understand) and telling my story of how I wash the wool in my bathtub and then card, spin, dye and weave it all in my apartment. It is immensely gratifying when someone spends a $125.00 or more on one of my larger items. It is nice when a relative says thank you for a gift that I have made, but it is more exciting when someone says they like something enough to pay for it.

It was a good day in part because I sold a couple of rugs and a shawl or two. It was not my best day in terms of sales but it was pretty close.  It certainly, in spite of a very slow start in May and June, was my best year ever.  My goal was to earn enough to pay for my food for the year. I think by the time I pack everything up, I will have earned enough to pay for my food and most likely my hydro. That feels pretty good. I am not getting richer, but at least, in spite of being retired, I am not getting any poorer.

I am immensely grateful that I took the plunge and started to sell at the market. I would never have done so if I had not had a few friends who encouraged me and one in particular who helped me make the right connections. It has been a very rewarding experience, not just in terms of money but because my network of relationships has expanded, my "social" skills have improved and perhaps most of all, I have had hundreds of people, regardless of whether or not they bought something, say how beautiful my stuff is. It feels great to have one's work validated.

Selling has also allowed me to articulate a philosophy of why I do what I do. I am not an "artist", in fact I am not that great of a spinner or weaver. There are hundreds and hundreds of Canadians who have taken classes, worked incredibly hard and have earned the right to call themselves master spinners or weavers. I am quite simple someone who makes things that people can walk on and to wear. I make basic, simple, perhaps even plain items that are functional. So to the doctor from somewhere on Vancouver Island (who was here on holidays), to the people from Nova Scotia (it was a present from their son), to the elementary school principal from the Cobourg area ( her office was cold and she wanted a shawl for the warmth) to the lady from England (her father is the farmer from whom I buy wool from) and to the hundreds of people who have stopped, asked me questions and perhaps bought something large or small - thank you.