Public Services

Public Services

Year End

On our first mail day in weeks I held a stack of 6 weekly newspapers in my hands and asked my husband if he wanted to look through any of them. Well neither of us did so they all went into the fire starter pile. I got to thinking about those papers - all the potential revenue lost from time sensitive ads placed in those pages, the missed local news that was important for somebody to see, the community functions and Christmas markets people didn’t know about….

The mail carriers strike, especially for rural residents, hit hard. No newspaper (and for us no Woodlands Express delivery!) was only a small part of the disruption. No Christmas cards or packages, no online shopping, a huge problem for folks who don’t bank online, insufficient funds for charities hoping for Christmas donation cheques to arrive, late pension cheques… In the far north where people are absolutely dependant on mail service no mail delivery can cause truly serious, even life threatening problems.

As is true of all unfortunate events, someone profited. Christmas shopping in local communities may have, in many cases, increased. Alternatives to mail - UPS, Purolator (91% owned by Canada Post), FedEx - probably made a fortune. 

Where am I going with this? Like many others, I thought Canada Post received public funding. But no, even though it is a Crown Corporation, according to Wikipedia it derives all of its revenue from its services. In my opinion, mail is an essential service and, like health care, it should be bolstered by taxpayer dollars to keep it functioning. Along with this public funding it should have government oversight to ensure efficiency and avoid disruptions. Profit should not be its goal. It should provide good, uninterrupted service at a reasonable cost. Workers should receive a fair salary and CEO’s should not receive huge bonuses. But I guess I live in dreamland. An efficient public service may be an oxymoron.

How should our taxpayer dollars be managed? What is the function of Canada’s federal government? I am admittedly naive but I thought it was to build and maintain infrastructure, ensure that all its citizens are able to obtain essential services, lobby for Canada in the worldwide economy, provide Peacekeepers where needed in international conflicts (not war weapons), and ensure our sovereignty. I think I must be mistaken. It seems that taxpayer money is being skimmed from public services in order to fund more “important things” - ever increasing salaries for politicians, conferences held in lavish hotels around the world where never kept promises are made, foreign aid, tax concessions to foreign corporations who provide Canadian jobs but take profits out of the country, refund cheques for taxes that maybe shouldn’t exist in the first place, buyback programs to make sure the public is disarmed, an over abundance of bureaucracy, endless studies producing reams of paper with ignored problem solutions, and these days, reacting to the newly elected bully in the south. 

Poorly funded, inefficient public services provide a perfect storm for the rich to get richer. In comes the privately owned service and people become convinced that it might be better. But private companies are profit motivated and the public provides those profits, until they can’t afford the cost. 

And now a new Year Begins.

Here we are. Trudeau has resigned as liberal party leader, the government has been prorogued till the end of March. A new liberal leader will be chosen. A federal election is imminent. There’s an out of control megalomaniac at the helm of the incoming US government. The Premiers of our provinces are attempting to fill in for our lack of a functioning federal government. How’s all this going to turn out? 

North of 54

mltipton.blogspot.com, 

https://www.facebook.com/Northof543/, 

January 14, 2025

November 2024

November 2024

The Ukraine/Russia war drags on; Israel continues to “defend itself” against its enemies; floods, tornadoes and fires are taking lives and destroying homes; postal and dock workers are striking; inflation is hitting everyone hard; and, to top it off, the disgruntled voters in the US have elected a wild card. The world is a mess and we can’t do a thing about it. But here in central Alberta things are looking good! The first skiff of snow lies on our wee lake, the winter prep work was done in time, and the only canning job left is the tomato crop in the freezer. I’m counting my blessings.

I walk my dogs each morning down our driveway and back. It gives me about a half mile of exercise and energizes me to tackle whatever projects I have planned for the day. There’s a tiny gnome home on the way where I always pause to see if I’ll get a chance to wave at one of the little fellows, but they are terribly shy and I’ve yet to spot one. Maybe some day. 

It’s November, past Remembrance Day, and my mind is travelling to Christmas. For a few years I’ve gotten into making Christmas decorations for my family and friends. This year I hit on a project that uses all my old saved Christmas cards. This decoration requires 20 two inch circles per ornament. So far, using a scissors and a tomato paste can for a template I managed to cut 100 circles, but I need 400! If I had nothing else to do, if my fingers weren’t cramping up and my eyes weren’t getting blurry I might have continued on this way…but… I gave up and went to Michaels to buy a 2” circle cutter. Wow, what a difference a tool can make! I might manage to finish these on time. Then I can move on to making caramel popcorn and cookies. I’m even considering putting up a tree this year, haven’t done that for awhile.

So I’ll say Merry Christmas to all my readers and all the best in 2025. Gotta get a move on, things to do, Christmas is in the air.

Hawk Eyes

I laid on the gurney, all but my left eye covered. The surgeon and his assistants were chattering away while some not so great rock music played in the background. As instructed I was attempting to follow the lights with my eye but the lights seemed to be jumping all over the place. “Got it!” I heard the surgeon say (with what to me seemed like a sigh of relief) as he slotted my new lens in place. “That was a pretty heavy cataract,” he said. “You’re going to be amazed.” And I was.

The day after cataract surgery on my left eye I peered through my left eye at the tree line surrounding our house. “Holy cow,” I said, “can I ever see good!” The leaves on the Aspen trees were uncannily clear, dancing with the breeze against a deep blue sky. Wow, I hadn’t expected that! I knew cataract surgery would lift the fog from my eyes but was surprised to find  that it also corrected my vision. 

I’m not good at dropping foreign liquids into my eyes, but I faithfully followed my 4 times daily, 3 different types of eye drops routine, a routine that goes on for several weeks before and after surgery. Before I knew it week one was over and I was back at hospital getting my right eye done. But no startling clarity of vision greeted me this time. Instead I gazed through a greyish fog. “No worries,” the post-op doctor said with assurance, “all looks good. It’s likely just a bit of swelling causing the blurred vision.” And he was right. 

As is standard procedure, two weeks after the second eye surgery I went to see my usual eye doctor for a check up. By that point I was somewhat  preoccupied with how my eyes felt. The left eye especially seemed like it had something in it, a sort of heavy feeling in the corner, and my distance vision kept changing. The surgeon told me I could use a good quality eye drop as often as I wanted to, but my regular eye doctor changed instructions for the left eye and told me to continue using one of the prescription eye drops for 3 extra weeks. The drops were uncomfortable, stung. Both eyes felt dry and scratchy, like there were wee cat hairs irritating them. My balance was off. I woke up one morning with left eye tears flowing for over an hour.

It’s weird having your eyes abruptly changed. My old glasses are completely useless. I can see clearly at a distance but need reading glasses to see close up. My iPad screen looks sort of concave (I think the reading glasses cause that). I keep checking the vision of one eye against the other. Was my left eye always larger than the right? Those white dots in the centre, were they always that bright? One evening a friend looked across the table and commented that my eyes looked different, brighter somehow, he said. We joked about alien implants, spy camera installations.

Finally, at seven weeks I went to my optometrist for my final checkup. All is well now, although I do need to use fake tears now and then, and I understand why there is a seven week wait for that checkup. I can now drive without glasses but I ordered new glasses anyhow. They will have nearly clear glass on the top graduating down to reading glasses on the bottom so I can wear them all the time if I want. I most likely will as I’m used to wearing glasses, have worn them for over 50 years, and I never seem to have my reading glasses handy when I need them.

We’re ready for winter, only ripening tomatoes left to process. Thanksgiving has come and gone and, along with so many other blessings, I have hawk eyes to be thankful for. It can’t get much better than that.

North of 54

mltipton.blogspot.com, 

https://www.facebook.com/Northof543/, 

October 15, 2024

Erasing Gender in the English Language

Erasing Gender in the English Language 

When I went to high school, admittedly this was a very long time ago, the nuns who taught us pounded English grammar into our heads. We used to “decline” sentences with a diagram describing every word and its proper use (adjective, pronoun, noun, verb, different tenses, etc.). Even though I am now quite capable of bastardizing English when I speak (and cannot help but be aware that I am doing so) these English lessons stuck with me and I still try my best to follow the rules when I write.

The English language, they say, is a difficult language to learn, so many exceptions to the rules, especially in spelling. But I was immersed into it from birth so its idiosyncrasies don’t confuse me too much. Didn’t confuse me I should say - until now.

The 21st century has entered the stage. We now have a problem with gender pronouns. In order to avoid offending people who don’t identify with their physical gender the pronouns “he” and “she” are being substituted with the word “they”. At least I think that is what’s going on. This is grammatically confusing. “They is not pleased with the arrangements we made” is a sentence that I find jarringly wrong. “They” is plural, not singular. It should be “they are” not “they is”. I pity the teachers and journalists who have to cope with this craziness. Why didn’t they just invent new neutral pronouns for genderless or gender confused or gender transitional people, or all people? Maybe ze instead of he or she. Then the above sentence would read “Ze is not pleased with the arrangements we made”. 

I guess this rant was spurred on when I found out the media is now calling pregnant women pregnant persons. Give me a break!

I do not wish to negate the problems facing those who are not comfortable with the gender they were born with. Gender issues are important, especially to the LGBTQ+ minority, their families and friends. But it seems to me that our government, if government is indeed responsible for imposing these changes on the media (workplace, schools?), may be employing diversionary tactics. If they concentrate on minority issues we may think they are actually doing something. In the meantime they fail to address issues which concern all taxpayers - issues such as crumbling or non-existent infrastructure, housing, health care, food and water security, nuclear war, genocide, etc. Our Prime Minister… Ze is having a tough time proving ze is relevant to the majority of Canadian people.

Rhubarb Juice

June 20, 2024 - summer solstice - the day calendar summer begins.

It has been a cold spring. Until today my winter blanket was still on the bed, the heater in the living room continued to kick on occasionally and some mornings we still started a fire in the kitchen wood stove. Most of my garden seeds germinated then went into a waiting phase, putting their energy into staying alive rather than growing. We even had a light frost a couple of days ago! But I cautiously think summer weather may be here to stay, at least until that August frost that sneaks up on us just when we’ve let our guard down.

A cold spring though doesn’t fizz on some hardy plants. Once well established you can always count on a crop or two of rhubarb. My two plants were huge so I decided to pick and chop all the larger stalks to make juice, leaving the young and tender ones for rhubarb preserves, cakes, pies, bars, strawberry/rhubarb jam - whatever I get up the energy to make.  This picking yielded about 10 gallons of chopped rhubarb.

I tried a slightly different method of processing this time. 

1. Chop - this I do sitting on a chair in the garden with a giant bowl on the ground and a sharp butcher knife. Pick, whack off the leaves, and slice slice slice, running the knife lengthwise on the large stalks to make smaller chunks.
2. Take the leaves to the compost.
3. Wash and freeze the diced rhubarb to break down the fibres.
4. Thaw, adding about a quart of sugar per 5 gallons to help draw out the juice
5. Wait a day.
6. Steam the rhubarb in smaller lots in a juicer/steamer. Add 1/2 cup of sugar per litre to the resultant juice and heat to thoroughly dissolve.
7. Wash an estimated number of quart jars.
8. Take the depleted mushy rhubarb that’s left to the compost.
9. Process juice* in a pressure canner, 5 lbs, 5 minutes.  
10. Remove jars from canner, set on a rack and cover with a tea towel while they cool.
11. Clean up pots, juicer, canner, spoons, ladle, funnel, etc.
12. Check the jars for seal, wipe the outside with a damp cloth, write the year on the lids and store.

I’ve been doing this for days and still have more to go. But the juice is worth the effort. Each quart is a concentrate. When we want to drink some I add 2 to 4 cups of water to the contents of each jar (decided by a taste test). The juice can also be used as a concentrate to make wine but, since rhubarb wine is not one of my favourites, I’m thinking of trying a hard cider for the first time. I recently tried a commercially produced rhubarb cider and it was both delicious and refreshing, with the added benefit of being sweeter and having less alcohol than wine. If my rhubarb cider turns out good and we get lots of crab apples this year I might make apple cider too. The apple juice I make with a press, a fun process.

*If I don’t have enough jars of juice to completely fill my canner I make “spacers” using jars of water with old lids. These spacers ensure my jars won’t topple over during processing. I use some vinegar with the water in my spacer jars and in my canner because I have hard water which will coat the jars inside and out with calcium/lime scale - not pretty or fun to clean. I recently purchased a bag of food grade citric acid. I’m thinking of using this instead of vinegar to control the calcium/lime scaling. It works good to clean my tea kettle and my stainless steel sink. The biggest problem I have with it is determining the proportion of water to citric acid powder when using as a cleaner/descaler. I can’t seem to find any formula for this and would appreciate feedback if anyone can help.

mltipton.blogspot.com, 

https://www.facebook.com/Northof543/, 

June 20, 2024

The Longview Steakhouse

The Longview Steakhouse, located just north of the little town of Longview on Highway 22 in southern Alberta, has become, since its humble beginnings, a destination so popular that it’s entire 2024 season is already booked. It is a family run restaurant which started in a crowded little space in Longview made special by excellent chefs, mouthwatering sauces, delicious meals presented beautifully, and friendly top quality service. Over the years their reputation grew, more and more people recognized just how special it was, making the decision to build a new place almost inevitable.

My son and his family live in the south and over the years they have become friends with the steakhouse owners and are treated like family when they go there.  We dined at the original steakhouse several times in the past but this time, on my son’s 50th birthday, we went to their new location. Wow! Added to fabulous food and service is now an incredible view of the foothills and Rocky Mountains. It was a great way to celebrate a half century of life.

Great Aunt Sophie’s Fancy Dishes

Great Aunt Sophie’s Fancy Dishes

Easter came along with a hint of Spring, snow almost gone, a warmish breeze, and sunshine - in other words a perfect Easter Sunday! This year we decided to celebrate Easter with roast turkey, stuffing and pie, all served to a few guests with as much flair as I could muster. Thanks to Great Aunt Sophie I have a set of fancy dishes and can set a festive table. Also, as is our tradition, we helped the Easter bunny out by stocking up on candy. We like to have candy on hand for both Easter and Halloween, in case a child should happen to come our way, but our motive is suspect in this respect. In the end, we always eat the candy ourselves.

I never knew my Mom’s aunt Sophie but somehow, through my Mom and then my sister, her lovely company dishes ended up in my possession, along with matching flatware from my mom. People tell me they could be valuable (old, intact, French) and occasionally, when I’m in one of those downsizing modes, I think I should sell them on Kijiji. But then I think no, they came to me from family members who have passed on so I should use them in their memory. That’s how I’ve always felt about the physical reminders that I have inherited. Every time I look at a painting of my Dad’s or my sister’s, a vase or a crocheted blanket of my mom’s, grandma’s treadle sewing machine, that old clock that used to chime, I’m reminded of people who once were a part of my life, and it’s always good to remember those we have loved. Slowly time takes a toll - things break, stop working, go out of fashion (thinking here of my mom-n-law’s fur stole, with little critter heads, beady eyes and paws). Memories fade, and then one day everything remaining is passed on once again. 

We have no control over what happens to all our stuff after we’re gone. Sure we can make a list of who gets what, but from there it’s up to recipients to treasure, recycle or trash. Stories live on, memories pop up, time marches on. Who knows, maybe some day a great great grandchild of ours will be using something that once belonged to us. “Oh,” she’ll say, “this once belonged to my great great grandparents. I never met them but I’ve heard lots of stories. They lived in the bush in the middle of Alberta way back in the 1900’s. Granddad tells me their old log cabin is still standing.”

mltipton.blogspot.com, 

https://www.facebook.com/Northof543/, 

April 7, 2024