Look at the two pictures I took in my neighbourhood yesterday afternoon. Do you notice anything strange? Anything missing, maybe?
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This year, Christmas started with a lie. I went off script.
All week long, I’ve been taking photos of a few typical December scenes around Ottawa with my cellphone. This is what the city looks like right now.
Every year, for four to six months, life in Canada is full of big and small winter struggles. Here are ten situations you’re probably familiar with if you’ve ever considered using the car trunk as a freezer.
I spent most of September and October working on a very long assignment I’d call the “Inuit project”. “The who?” my mom asked when I mentioned the workload that was keeping me awake until ungodly hours.
Some people can handle cold weather, some people can’t. Clearly, I can’t. I don’t even like ice in my drinks.
Today, Canada has become the second country in the world where recreational marijuana is legal on a national level.
It’s summer in Canada. I have proof: 10 unmistakable signs.
Last weekend’s ice storm was no joke. It scared me. Freezing rain creates an amazing scenery. Freezing rain causes accidents and damages. Lovely, but deadly.
We deal with snow much like parents deal with a 12-month old eating spaghetti and tomato sauce by himself—amazed by the fact something mundane can create such a giant mess.
Ottawa’s 12th homicide of the year occurred on September 20 at 3:20 p.m. on Caldwell Avenue, 800 metres from where we live.
Since you don’t come to Ogdensburg for a culinary adventure, the guys had lunch at Subway while I was taking pictures of the bilingual Spanish/English signs and an Amish man queuing for a sandwich presumably made with regular, non sacramental bread.
I still don’t consider Ottawa my “hometown” even though use of this word is appropriate since it is my fixed residence.
The queue at each food truck was as impressive as the skills displayed to eat poutine standing up without staining ties and skirts.
The entire table of respectable federal government employees started sharing winter misery stories punctuated by unbleeped expletives. This blew my mind.
The “extreme weather warning” issued by our messiah, The all-almighty Weather Network, was not a joke. Yet, until the night before, it felt surreal.
I’m finally getting good at this whole Halloween thing. Phew. Took me long enough!
For a couple of years, I would often say “that’s so Canadian!” whenever I was confronted with something new, puzzling or different—and yes, sometimes I said it with a hint of annoyance and French superiority in my voice.
Over the hotter months, there is a catchphrase that can be read or heard everywhere: “it’s summer, it’s (insert relevant product or service) season!”
Before writing this article, I wanted to calm down and step back. I wanted the experience to be over and behind us for good. But I don’t know if it’s over and I’m still angry, so maybe writing will help, after all.
Monday morning, 9 a.m. There are a hundred of places where I’d rather be but it’s too late, Feng is already parking.
It’s this time of the year again, when I stare at the snow piles left behind and angrily mutter “melt, melt, MELT!”
It’s a very unusual Christmas here—we have no snow and as I’m writing this, on the 24th, it’s 17°C outside. No kidding.
So, it is winter yet? Well, here is a handy checklist to determine how screwed we are… ahem, I mean to find out.