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Just another day

Again I’ve slacked at writing. I am sorry! I could talk about my family and the interesting interactions we have as grownups. We are all so different, as you may have read in a previous blog, my family is large. Larger than most and that pertains to the fact that we are blended and then blended again you might say.

Since we all grew up together we call each other brother and sister. It’s rare to hear anyone of us say “step brother/sister” or “half brother/sister”. It never really mattered to us. We were family and had to learn to love each other.

As grown siblings and how different we all are, it gets more complicated. We all have different perspectives and interests. Our lives range from Mother’s with toddlers and jobs, blue collar workers, managers, accountants, artists, service workers etc. We really could almost run a city with our combined list of experience and knowledge.

Since half my family lives in the States and the other lives here in Canada, we communicate through group messages mostly. The sibling chat we call it. I’ve seen the conversations die down on this chat group over the last few months. I found out the younger ones living in the States have their own group and the boys have their own. It made me feel a bit left out. I just created a new group for the 3 of us older sisters in the hopes of reconnecting with them. Their lives are busy like mine, but I think it’s important to be involved as best you can.

This past week was a perfect example of how different we are as siblings. A message came out asking if anyone had heard from one brother in awhile. No one had. That spanned into different perceptions of what to do about it. My first thought was he’s off work this week he’ll turn up. But another message stated even his friends and roommate hadn’t heard from him in days! The younger ones thought “leave it be, he’ll turn up.” The older ones of us were more concerned and wanted to find him.

After a couple of days he showed up saying he’d gone fishing. Hahah. I should’ve known, he’s sort of a gypsy but still, I am annoyed that he didn’t even tell his roommate he’d gone. We had even gone as far as reporting him as a missing person. The police were the ones that tracked down that he’d left work with co-workers to the coast. So thankfully nothing went wrong there, but it made me think about how each sibling took it.

My mom reads this blog so she’ll call me or one of us I’m sure to get the scoop. But mom, we left you out because we all knew deep down he was ok, and also we love you but knew you’d freak out.

I’m noticing more and more as we get older we resemble our mom. We worry. I, myself has always been a worrier. I’m the eldest and have taken care of my siblings in ways they don’t know, because I was OK taking the brunt of discipline, or the fault if something went wrong. I think about that sometimes and wonder if they even know?!

Anyway, family is family and even though they may make you crazy you gotta love them and support them regardless.

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Okanagan living

This past weekend just proved to myself that it was the right choice to move to British Columbia. Canada is amazing. We have so many different landscapes and I’ve been lucky to have seen so much of it.

We took a camping trip to Okanagan Falls this weekend. I had high hopes of seeing said falls, however they built a dam in the ’50s which made the Falls disappear. I obviously didn’t read up on that enough To know. The campground was nice and clean and the people running it very hospitable. My only qualm was the accessibility to the lake. We had the dogs with us and would’ve had to load up the truck and the dogs and the kayaks to make it onto the water which seemed like a make work project to us.

The Okanagan river ran through the campground and they did a good job of making pools with rocks near the coastlines. By building up the rocks in a wall like structure it diverted the water to slow in those areas making it a living pool that we could swim in. Pretty cool. The water was still fairly cold and the weather not quite warm enough but we still jumped in a couple times to help ourselves feel less grubby.

Wine tastings

Day two at the site we decided to check out some wineries that were very close to our campground. The first was “See ya later ranch”. Honestly some of the most breathtaking views I’ve ever seen. Mountains cascading from both sides, the lake in between and rows of vineyards to make up the rest.

This picture does not do this view justice. The blue of the lake doesn’t shine as much as it did in person. The story behind the vineyard was cool too. The owner Major Hugh Fraser bought the land in 1916 and started growing. He was an avid dog lover and often had anywhere from 5-10 dogs at any given time. Some of the wines are named after the dogs like “Nelly” and “Rover”. You can still see some of their gravestones in the property.

The house was made from Limestone which I love coming from living in Kingston Ontario for so many years. (The Kingston area is called the Limestone district). The people there were knowledgeable and nice and I would highly recommend.

Next vineyard

We went to Nighthawk vineyards next. Neither of us have ever heard of them before. Much smaller than See Ya Later Ranch but very hospitable and knowledgeable of their wines. Their Gerwurtraminer is fantastic. Probably the best I’ve ever had. They have limestone in their vineyard which apparently helps with the mineralization of their wines. It’s so yummy I may have to buy a case.

That was our weekend. We got home this morning and cleaned up and I went out and bought a bunch of veggies. We are starting on the plant paradox cleanse tomorrow. I will talk about that next post.

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Just a thought or two

Maybe it’s just me, but I’ve noticed there’s this fascination with cults or followings or whatever lately in the media. Between shows like “Imposters” and “Handmaids tale” there’s a plethora of storylines that have something to do with people being manipulated into joining a group or a cause sometimes with or without consent. Even shows like “Game of Thrones”, people are “chosen” or forced into lives they lead. I find it a strange fascination.

I was born into a world that was unlike many others. Being born into something, sometimes takes you longer to see your world as different because you don’t know what else is out there. For some characters in these shows they’ve decided to be “in” that life but then there’s the ones who have no choice.

I suppose every family has their own ways of doing things, traditions and whatnot. Some probably more than others. Maybe the fascination comes from viewers living lives they don’t enjoy and having someone else control it interests them. Who knows.

Even apocalyptic type shows have been super popular over the last decade. I’m a huge fan of “Walking Dead” (even though I’m behind a season or two). I think even “Mr.Robot” has an end of world premise. This fascinates me as well. What is our cultures interest in these things? For me this apocalyptic type scenario would be like a do over. Everything that has been done until now is erased and we have to start anew. Without the governments, or the military hovering.

Anyway…

I don’t know why I’m writing about this per se but it came to mind so why not. I haven’t been faithful writing my thoughts down, even though some of them might not be that interesting. I feel that even if the topic isn’t grand I need to make it a habit to write every week.

Luke the pups and I are heading out to camp for the next three days, so I’ll blog about that next week. Happy Friday!