I haven’t blogged much recently, which is unusual for me — even at Christmas time. I figured it was time to check in with y’all.
I’m sitting in a Starbucks in Peterborough, Ontario. That’s my home town. Population of approximately 65,000, when I left here in 1986. It has grown some since then. As of 2006,
the census metropolitan area (CMA) had a population of 116,570. It presently ranks as the 33rd and smallest CMA in Canada.
Metropolitan Peterborough. Hah!
Benjamin (nebcanuck) is living in Peterborough these days, studying at Trent University. My parents and one of my sisters live here, too. So I still visit Metropolitan Peterborough several times per year.
Which brings me to Starbucks. I found out that if you have a Starbucks card, you can get two hours of wireless high-speed internet access each day — free! This is convenient, since my parents don’t have internet access, and I usually stay with them when I’m in town.
The Starbucks internet access also comes in handy when I travel to Winnipeg, as I frequently do for work. (I’m part of a team negotiating a self-government agreement with a First Nation in Manitoba.)
Yesterday, Ilona and I celebrated Christmas with one of my sisters in Port Perry, Ontario. Port Perry is about 45 minutes southwest of Metropolitan Peterborough.
Not all the news from home is happy. My Dad’s brother died on Christmas Eve at 9:20 p.m. We won’t be staying in Peterborough for the funeral, which is Monday. But we’ll stay for the “visitation” at the funeral home Sunday afternoon.
Uncle Bill was in his seventies and suffering from Alzheimer’s disease. He was a lively fellow up until he got ill: an amateur photography enthusiast (in the pre-computer days when cameras used actual film, and were operated manually) who also taught square dancing classes. He had a degree in music and he sang in the church choir for fifty years.
Uncle Bill also used to build chairs with wire frames, which was extremely labour intensive — so my Dad tells me — because all the upholstering for the back of the chair had to be hand-stitched to the wire frame. (No wood to staple upholstery to.)
In short, Uncle Bill lived large in the way that he found stimulating and meaningful. Which sets a good example for the rest of us.
Anyway, that’s the news, up-to-the-minute from Starbucks in Metropolitan Peterborough.
Hey! This is an authentic blog post, chatty and stream-of-consciousness like. What do you know about that?!
p.s. Merry Christmas / Happy Holidays to all my regulars!