Leave a comment saying, "IT’S TASTING TIME!" and I will give you five words I associate with you. Then post about what they mean to you, along with this, at your journal.
ecosopher passed along these five words: Breeze, car, cats, cold, inside.
Breeze: Whenever I think of breezes, this piece of music by Leonard Cohen comes to mind. But there are breezes I like better, a certain kind of breeze that makes living through a Canadian winter a stone's throw from the Rocky Mountains bearable. I am of course talking about our chinooks. In essence, a chinook happens when the winds blow from the west drying out as they cross the mountains and gain heat as they come down the east face of the Rockies. A good blustery chinook wind can make the temperature go from -20 C to +10 C (or more) over night. There is a cloud phenomena associated with this which we call a chinook arch and it is both unmistakable and unforgettable.
A chinook arch over Calgary, Alberta, Canada.
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Car: I have owned many clunkers in my time, all American made from 1980-1988 model years. The one I have now is a 1997 Nissan Maxima that was loaded to the gills, including heated leather seats which are just about the best invention since central air conditioning. The Maxima, hereafter known as Max, was in such good shape when I bought it that no one believed it was a ten year old car. The oddest comment I got when I told one of my friends I was considering buying a Nissan was "Isn't that a little Japanese for you?" This tells you how bad my bias towards North American cars was before Max. Max is a character in my life in the way many people are - he has his peccadilloes and keeps me on my toes (and away from the cigarette lighter). Recently, I took a small thump to the bumper and I haven't been a very confident driver which worries and irks me as public transit in this city is enough to make a person homicidal. Mr. Max has been my escape and I hope I get the feeling of safety back before summer so I can go on a few day long road trips to save my sanity.
Cats: What can I say about cats? I love the contrary little critters, I live with two of them who are convinced that they own the apartment and everything in it below the doorknobs, including the humans. There is something infinitely comforting about opening the apartment door and having two little faces looking up at you - even if they are only there because they expect you to provide them treats. The slender back Oriental is a little momma who likes to curl up behind my neck on the sofa and groom my hair into new and alarming shapes. The chubby tortie never fails to put her stubby little paw in the absolute worst place when she jumps onto my lap for loving, leading to general hilarity from anyone else in the room. I'm their person and I made a promise to look after them when they were rescued from the pound and I will keep that promise. Anything else would be inhuman.
Cold: I'm Canadian, so I have a love/hate relationship with cold weather. It wouldn't be winter without the cold but does it have to last so long? As noted above in 'breeze', in my neck of the woods it's the wind that will kill you with kindness. I admit that as a Canadian it blows my mind when an inch of snow shuts some US city or state right down. Cold and winter is just so much a part of life here that I have a hard time wrapping my mind around the notion that it isn't that way everywhere in the world. A week or so ago, we got a foot of snow in about 12 hours here and life and the snowfall went on with little notice from the national media but when the same thing happened down east, everyone in the Canadian media went batshit insane over Snowmageddon. The good thing about cold weather in winter is curling up with a book, a cuppa something, a cat if they are so inclined, a significant other if they are so inclined and just whiling away the hours. If you can't beat it, you might as well just hibernate until its safe to pop your nose outside again.
Inside: This is where I live my life, inside my head with my thoughts, which is not always a good thing. I'm just as happy lying on the sofa with a cat licking the hair on the back of my head into new patterns as I am with going out to mingle with people. Hell, I'm happier living life inside my head. My head muses aren't going to find new and unexpected ways to shred what few tangles of innocence I'm desperately clinging to in order to maintain my sanity. The person I am when I'm out in the world is, as most of us are, an avatar of this person I think I may be inside. Too often for me, the avatar or mask I wear in my day to day interactions is built to disguise the type of person I am inside like a turtle wears its shell. I trust few people enough to remove the masks.