Friday, August 12, 2005
The spice of life
There are many words to describe my life at the moment, but boring is not one of them. Take this weekend as an example: today I helped out in the shelter; tomorrow I'll be doing a video shoot for our church's kids ministry; and tomorrow evening I'm going to a Sikh wedding. Sunday I might be watching Joe do amateur motor racing in a Ferrari. And the weekend after I'll be preparing to hike the Appalachians.
I was thinking about this when I bumped into my Turkish friends at the library the other day. We were standing there exchanging rudimentary Turkish, when some people I knew from the shelter walked by. They heard me speaking some strange language and glanced at me in bewilderment; had the Turks seen the shelter guys, who are punks, the look would probably have been returned. I wondered who would come if I threw a party of everyone I knew here in Canada: Turks, punks, Argentinians, wiccans, pastors, natives, drug addicts, Italians, film-makers, animators, journalists, missionaries, possibly an Iraqi. My life at the moment is endlessly varied - I love it!
The Iraqi I mentioned above is a car dealer friend of Joe's. He left the country before the war started, and was telling us about Saddam Husseins's sons. By all accounts, they were complete nutters. They killed this car dealer's dad just for complaining about some money he was owed. They would give presents to people, then claim the present was actually stolen and have people imprisoned and tortured for it. They would have celebrities over for dinner, then set the dogs on them just for a laugh. After his dad was killed, the car dealer had to leave the country, taking his entire family with him, or they would have been killed too. Whether or not the means were right, and despite the ensuing mess, it was definitely a good thing that Saddam was kicked out.
Anyway, here are some more photos of how totally excellent summer in Canada is. We spent last weekend at Joe's parents cottage on a lake, going out on their speedboat, eating way too much, playing poker (socialising at the shelter means you get good at cards), and generally having a brilliant time. If this doesn't persuade you lot in England to come and visit, I don't know what will!
[Left: me on a very glamorous speedboat, wearing a very dorky lifejacket, with my little niece]
[Right: us eating a delicious Italian lunch outside the cottage]
I was thinking about this when I bumped into my Turkish friends at the library the other day. We were standing there exchanging rudimentary Turkish, when some people I knew from the shelter walked by. They heard me speaking some strange language and glanced at me in bewilderment; had the Turks seen the shelter guys, who are punks, the look would probably have been returned. I wondered who would come if I threw a party of everyone I knew here in Canada: Turks, punks, Argentinians, wiccans, pastors, natives, drug addicts, Italians, film-makers, animators, journalists, missionaries, possibly an Iraqi. My life at the moment is endlessly varied - I love it!
The Iraqi I mentioned above is a car dealer friend of Joe's. He left the country before the war started, and was telling us about Saddam Husseins's sons. By all accounts, they were complete nutters. They killed this car dealer's dad just for complaining about some money he was owed. They would give presents to people, then claim the present was actually stolen and have people imprisoned and tortured for it. They would have celebrities over for dinner, then set the dogs on them just for a laugh. After his dad was killed, the car dealer had to leave the country, taking his entire family with him, or they would have been killed too. Whether or not the means were right, and despite the ensuing mess, it was definitely a good thing that Saddam was kicked out.
Anyway, here are some more photos of how totally excellent summer in Canada is. We spent last weekend at Joe's parents cottage on a lake, going out on their speedboat, eating way too much, playing poker (socialising at the shelter means you get good at cards), and generally having a brilliant time. If this doesn't persuade you lot in England to come and visit, I don't know what will!
[Left: me on a very glamorous speedboat, wearing a very dorky lifejacket, with my little niece]
[Right: us eating a delicious Italian lunch outside the cottage]
[Left: the view from the cottage]
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Looks almost as good as the speedboat we used to have in Bournemouth - bouncing over 3 ft waves in the freezing cold with you all screaming "I want to go home!". I knew then you had some nautical blood in you!
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: 5:45 AM
Yeah, I did think of that when we were on the boat! The boat's much bigger though, and the lake is flat as a pancake, so there was no soaking involved. Where's the fun in that?!? :)
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