I love roses in general, and while red ones are impressive, I confess I have more of an affinity for Osiana roses. They are somewhere between orange and pink, with many describing certain strands as peach-coloured. I discovered them at a flower shop in downtown Ottawa back in ’95 when I was working in a very drab office with high walls, twisting corridors, and no windows anywhere near me. Each week or so, I would pick up some flowers to brighten up the office.
Yet I often hesitate to shell out the big bucks for them as gifts. I’d rather go out for dinner than buy something a friend of mine laments are “just going to die”. Valentine’s Day is the law of supply and demand at its worst. High demand, limited supply, very few substitutes for roses = high prices, almost predatory even. I remember sending some to a friend one time when she was feeling down and alone, and at the rate I was charged for Valentine’s Day, she could have had flowers every week for a month in just about any other month of the year.
So Jacob and I occasionally grab simple flowers if we want to give Andrea flowers, or a seasonal plant, perhaps. But back in 2005, Andrea was away for Valentine’s Day, and I wanted to get some flowers for her return. It was a pretty decent bouquet, if I do say so myself. There used to be a flower shop in the mall at work, long gone now. But it met the need that day.
The Tulip Festival in Ottawa is always awesome. We don’t always get the best weather for the show, sometimes spring comes early or late, but there is always one good weekend when the sun is out, the tulips are in bloom, and Dow’s Lake is a madhouse of people wandering around the flowers taking pictures. Back in 2005, we were living on Parkdale, and we decided we would do a short trek over to the park to see them. I had seen photos, but I had never really gone there specifically to wander around, and I had been living in …Continue reading →
Over the last 24 hours, I have struggled to put into words, even in my own mind, why I feel affected so strongly by this past weekend. On the face of it, there are no particular traumas direct enough to affect me: I didn’t experience the storm that ravaged Ottawa — I missed the rain before 4:15 p.m. as I was at work, and by 5:15, I was at home with Jacob hanging out and playing board games by flashlight, no real issues; One of the tornadoes hit our “area” and in theory it *could* affect me, but it wasn’t …Continue reading →
Just after the Easter weekend, I posted an update about my tough weekend (An emotionally difficult weekend). Mostly what I described was how I felt disconnected from my roots since my mother died, and that I felt a bit lost. Lots of my friends chimed in, some with support, some with their own stories of loss, isolation, disconnection, even potentially feeling like an orphan despite being an adult. Some suggested ways to reconnect with the community or my own new family, although disconnection probably wasn’t quite the right sentiment that I was trying to describe. It isn’t like I feel …Continue reading →
I had a chance to see James Marsters aka Brainiac from Smallville aka Spike from Buffy/Angel back in May for the ComicCon and passed on it — he’s not on my A list to see, and I wasn’t that interested the first time. However, he was here again, I was free, why not? I’m really glad I did because he was highly enjoyable. Most of what he talked about was Buffy or Angel, but he responded mostly to whatever questions were asked, fairly relaxed and laid back, the sort of guy you see and think, “Hey let’s grab a beer …Continue reading →