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I really enjoy suspense books and stories but have you ever noticed that whenever the subject enters the scary room, they never put the light on?
When I go out and know it will be dark when I come home, I usually leave the outdoor lights on and one light inside the house, even so, before I go into my home after dark I instantly turn on lights before I walk inside. My arm snakes round the door frame and I switch on the light before entering any room.
I guess the film makers know that keeping their subjects feeling their way round dark rooms will increase the suspense, until they fall over the corpse or put their hand into something heart-stopping.
When I was a little girl we had no such thing as night lights, it was either the main light was on or off so, naturally, it was left off at bedtime. I would plead for the staircase light to be left on but no, it had to go off. For some reason I was terrified of the dark and still am to some degree. Because of my fear of the dark I couldn’t get out of bed without a light being on, for this reason I wet my bed well into my teens. I was just to scared to throw back the covers and get up into the unknown so I would convince myself I could wait until morning, of course this meant wet sheets.
Dave thought I was nuts when we first got married when I insisted he stand outside while I used the outside facility. I was convinced that he would walk back inside the house so I asked him to talk to me or sing. It was only young love that made him perform this service and standing in the cold winter air was not a fun thing to do. When we had been married for eighteen months, we could afford to have an indoor bathroom installed and from then on, he could stay warm while I relieved myself. Oh the joy of electricity!
As a mum I always allowed a night light or some form of low lighting, why put kids through the agony of night terrors? Being scared of the dark is very real and if you do not suffer from this fear then you probably think it is silly but it is no laughing matter to the sufferer.
Our home has no street lighting but the friendly glow of a neighbours yard light gives me enough light to find the ensuite however, my arm still does it’s advance round the doorway and trips the light switch before I go inside.
I don’t know if it is the fear of the unknown but I do not like to sit with my back to other diners when we go out to eat. I always try to take the chair that is in the corner, with it’s back to a wall as I have a strong dislike to sitting “exposed” to what I cannot see.
Where do these fears come from and why do I have this love of suspense stories that put these strange ideas into my head? Who knows, maybe I should stick to reading fairy tales, however these are also full of horror stories, big wolves trying to eat little girls, or innocent little pigs, a nasty witch fattening Hansel and Gretal up so she could eat them or children being taken to Neverland while they are supposed to be safely in bed. We read our little ones these stories then turn the light out and expect them to have sweet dreams, what kind of weirdo’s are we to put these ideas into sleepy little heads?
No wonder I am neurotic!
(Editor’s note – after a nice holiday Pat is back on the streets of Oliver – thank God)
Adapt or Die
Global Warming is not all about temperature. Temperature is between cause and effect – neither cause, nor effect. I’m not going to argue about cow flatulence, transportation, or particulates. Let’s get beyond that to find the fundamentals.
The underlying causes are two: population and energy. Inseparable. Like thumb and forefinger.
The effects are a global readjustment in where and how we live and work, in how many we are, and in how we source the energy we need. We cannot sustain our current populations and current lifestyle in our current locations with our current means.
Migrate, adapt or die.
I know that the focus, the talk, the plans, and the demands are all about lifestyle changes and energy source adjustments. In my opinion, that may affect the rate of change but not the outcome. Cut energy demand in half by changing lifestyle and then double the population. That was helpful.
I am not advocating a wholesale population reduction. Nature will do that.
Move San Francisco to Victoria, Denver to Regina, Atlanta to Toronto, Paris to Oslo, Rome to Berlin, Moscow to Murmansk, Shanghai to Magadan, Belem to Buenos Aires, Mogadishu to Cape Town, and Manila to Melbourne. Expand the Sahara north and south, east and west. Remove the Amazon rainforest. Melt the glaciers. Flood the coastlines. Move all species towards the poles.
We cannot save those species that cannot adapt or migrate.
On a day-to-day basis, our life and lifestyle is sustained by energy and always will be. I do see an increasing global need to increase our electrical generation capacity now – if not to increase capacity then at least to replace fossil sources.
By what means? In order, I support: hydro-electric, wind, solar, nuclear, and fossil. All have pros and cons. Why this order? First, using these statements: Hydro, wind, and solar are renewable sources. Wind generation is more efficient than solar. Nuclear is more efficient than fossil power. Hydro-electric is less variable than wind and more efficient. Hydro, nuclear, and fossil are more responsive to variable demand.
Second, by applying these additional factors: The life-cycle cost; the parasitic load including the cost of transmission; the cost of insuring against disaster; and the external costs – health, environment, and decommissioning.
Canada – as of 2016 – generates 65% of its total electrical generation from renewable sources. Brazil 80%, Norway 97%, Iceland 100%. Brazil generates slightly less from renewable sources in total than does Canada. Norway generates less than 25% of what Canada generates in total, and Iceland is unique among all nations. For countries that generate in excess of 600,000 GWh annually, Canada generates two-thirds from renewable sources – overwhelmingly hydro – and Germany is second at 29% – using wind, biomass, solar, and hydro in that order. Brazil is doing very well but, at the high end, Canada is in first place.
Let’s keep going.
I support Site-C.
I would rather turn Mount Kobau and environs into a wind and solar farm than a National Park. I would much rather support the survivors than try to save the doomed.
by Stuart Syme
Today I would like to stress the importance of listening. No not to the news or the chatter of our neighbors. To voices much more important. We need to listen to the little voices that will be judging our legacy and telling future generations who we were.
This came to mind last night when my ten year old grandson Christopher knocked on my door. I was in the middle of writing and I don’t care to be disturbed. But then he’s my grandson and at ten years old the world has a different perspective when an old guy takes time to listen.
He started out with looking at my Montreal Canadian sport pictures and made his way to a small native drum someone gave me. He stared at the color picture of a vintage old car a Duesenberg. We talked about how his dad was a Canucks fan and why I still cheered for the Habs. I told him what loyalty was all about. I grew up a Habs fan and cheered for them for more than sixty seven years. He grew up along with his dad as a Canucks fan and both of us were right in doing so.
He really wanted to know was who were the people in the family picture frames scattered about the room. I explained starting with my dad and going back showing the same people who are pictured in younger and older versions of themselves. It was more than that though. He wanted to know them. Who they were, what they thought, how they earned their way through life. It was like talking to a human sponge. He soaked it all in and questions from a ten year old can be direct. It is more difficult with him because he is only ten but with the gift of a complete photographic memory.
As we went from photo to photo and relationship to relationship, he put the pieces together and understood his place in line as it were.
During the course of our discussion it struck me. I was once that young inquisitive voice asking the question as to where I fit in to the family. As I told their story I realized I was passing judgment as to who they were and the time in which they lived.
When we were done he said thank you. Since Grandma passed away I thought I would like to know more.
It is one of the best hours of listening and telling a story, I have experienced.
Grandma and Grandpa, take the time to listen and inform the future voices of tomorrow. Tell the story well, you will also be part of their judgment.
July 6, 1944 – April 10, 2019
Herbert Michael Joseph Wytinck (Herb) passed away peacefully at home on Wednesday, April 10th, 2019 in Oliver, BC.
Herb will be sadly missed by his wife Beatrice (Bea) Wytinck, daughter and son-in-law Sonya Wytinck and Paul Parker, grandchildren Amanda and Dylan Wytinck, brother and sister-in-law Don and Deborah Wytinck, sister and brother-in-law Lillian and Maurice Delichte, mother-in-law Jean Cook, brother-in-law Jim Cook and many dear nieces, nephews and their children.
He is predeceased by his son Lyall Wytinck, his parents Martha and Isadore Wytinck, his brother and sister-in-law Edward and Margaret Wytinck and father-in-law Fred Cook.
Professionally, Herb had a distinguished career in the National Parole Service in Edmonton, where his natural leadership skills were quickly noticed, and he soon became a supervisor of the expanding service, teaching new officers how to balance authority and compassion wisely. He was an early champion of core behavioral programming for offenders to help them learn to cope with community life. Widely respected by colleagues and senior management, he received an Exemplary Service Award from the Governor General. Herb was one of those who made community corrections in Canada a world leader prior to his retirement. A true friend and colleague, Herb rose beyond the usual to become the special.
Herb was a devoted husband, father, grandfather, hunter, angler, Oiler’s fan and bien player. Naturally curious, he loved to learn about the places he lived and visited, understanding the people, geography and climate through conversation, reading and outdoor pursuits. In his earlier life, before his back issues limited him, he was an avid outdoorsman, spending summers camping and fishing and fall pursuing geese, grouse and pheasant. After retirement he enjoyed the RV life with Bea, mostly exploring the U.S. southwest, learning all the by-ways back routes, the odd and interesting places.
He taught his children and grandchildren to be thoughtful and curious, to pursue adventures whether grand or in their backyard. Taking his own advice, as he became less mobile he always took daily walks with Bea around their neighborhood or along the nearby river, marking the signs of the seasons and noting the birds and wildlife. He loved to engage in conversation with family and friends through phone calls, visits and most especially over a game of bien (cards), having a laugh, an argument or just sharing an experience.
A funeral mass will be held at 11:00 am, Wednesday, April 17, 2019 at Christ the King Catholic Church, Oliver, BC followed by cremation. A reception in the church lower hall will follow the mass.
Condolences and tributes may be directed to the family by visiting www.nunes-pottinger.com