Friday, May 25, 2018

In Cadboro Bay there is a spot called Mutsuki-an. 

The lunch special is wonderful there.

But Rebecca can never order it for she thinks about the Spicy Tuna Avacado Donburi.

I followed her lead for lunch.

How can tuna taste that wonderful!

A good time was had by all. 

... the wind blows the blossoms left, then right ...
We went after this mornings class where we heard Don Ryan, an activist from the Gitksan people. 

An old timer. 

A chief now. 

A war chief. 

Now there is a morning that deserves a deeper report.


On Walking during the Day

For me the best time to walk is early in the morning.  I can get down to the ocean and back in 6,000 steps and if I do that the rest of the day falls in place.
... my first evidence that someone else
was on the beach besides me ...

Today I tried to catch the sun coming through the trees with my camera. 

The brightness overwhelms me, even with my sun glasses on, so that is not going to work.

When I get down to the shoreline I have to assess how dangerous it will be for me to walk over the boulders before getting to the medium rocks.  So my head is kept down, not wanting to turn an ankle.

In the sand I can see someone has been there before me, but I don't know how to name the imprints of the bird tracks that I can see in the sand.

... waves of the ocean rolling in one after another ...
I study them as I walk along and then see a heron in the water, so I position myself to get the best picture ever.  After about 20 shots on my camera I look at the rocks again and laugh to myself, for I am in the middle of some geese and their goslings. 

Another 20 shots later I leave for I have bread rising on the counter that must be put in pans before Rebecca and I go to work.

I took cinnamon buns to class last week.  One woman told me that those were the best she has ever tasted in her life and that I should start a bakery business.  She gave me a name for it.  Arta's Bakery.

That made me laugh.  I have been in the business for years and though it has not made me a lot of money, at least I haven't gone bankrupt over it.

Today I am taking country seed bread to the class.  Thus the rush on this post. 

My walk was late, so i have timed the bread to the last minute. 

We shall take it out of the pans and have it there hot.

Last week I told the class that Rebeca had helped me by brushing the tops of the loaves of bread and putting black sesame seeds on top.

In the lower right hand corner of the photo are 3 or 4
little goslings huddling togther.  Very cute.
This week she was up greasing the bread pans, for she could see it was time to put the bread into the pans and I was no where about.


She was right.

No where to be seen.

I was down at the shore, photographing goslings.


Wednesday, May 23, 2018


Today I am making cinnamon buns to take to class this morning, to the Indigenous Law Research Method and Practices class.  Rebecca calls it the Indigenous Summer Intensive.  That is because it runs for 3 hours, 3 days a week for one month.

It is hard to separate theory, method and practise. When Rebecca teaches the class it it more theory.

Val gives us more on the methods and practice side.

All of that doesn't matter.

Today there will be cinnamon buns to start the class.  Mmm.  Really the start of the class is going around the circle, each telling what they have been thinking about related to the last lesson.

However there will be coffee (bring your own) or tea on the table (make  your own) and a couple of loaves of bread that we can slice for people who don't like sugar.  As well she is taking in vegetables for the gluten-free people.

Why I am calling this post smellerama is I forgot to put the timer on.  I put it on, actually, but I don't know how to work the one on Rebecca's stove, so I have to count on the smell.  I can tell right now by the smell, about 7 minutes more without even looking in the oven.

Rebecca and Arta at the top of Mt. Pkols
The wind is blowing.

You can tell by the sweep of her feather earrings.
She will never change.
Just about 7 minutes more.

I can do the same thing with fondant.  I don't even need a thermometer anymore.

Too bad I don't make chocolates anymore.

I asked Rebeca what we are taking in for lunch.  She said we are eating the left-over cinnamon buns.

I hope not.


Hawaii - Banyon Trees

From Wyona
This is a picture of a banyon tree that I took in Hawaii
I am practising taking pictures with my camera.

What a place for practise!

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Secwepemc, People, Lands and Law

Marianne and Ron Ignace
We are starting a Family Book Club. I am going to blog ideas I offer at the book club.

Together we selected a book called Secwepemc People, Lands and Laws and many families have the book now.

When I was in Calgary at Miranda and Richard's home, I picked up the book and there was an uncertain feeling to the physicality of it.

An unexpected stiffness.

I tried to turn the pages but they were sticking to each other.

“Someone might have spilled orange juice on that already,” he nodded when I asked about the book. I like that. The book on a family shelf, being read by someone, another little soul who can’t keep their cup of orange juice always upright near the book.

People are going to jump in on the emails, whenever they wish. I am hoping all will say something about the book – something about one page, a picture, a chapter, a story in the book, how the book is speaking to you, anyone new thing you learned.

 Here is what I first thought on picking up the book:

Secwepmec, People, Lands and Laws

I first noticed this is a 588 page book with a 35 page forward. I thought I would familiarize myself with the organization of the book. The title page is written in English and then Secwepemc -- Yeeri7 Stsqeys-kuw.  That must be the Secwepemc spelling of their name.

The next page lists the titles of the books from McGill-Queen’s Native and Northern Series.

I had no idea there were so many books in this series – 90 of them with fascinating titles.

I have some new florescent markers and I take them out, giving myself permission to write notes in the book along the margins or beside pictures. I don’t doubt that I will be wanting to talk about some of those titles later.

On first picking up the book, I spend more time looking at the table of contents, the index, the bibliography, and the lists of charts and pictures. I actually read part of the bibliography, each book in it, and then put a little tick mark as to where I stop reading so I can pick it up there, later, if I return to that task.


Lost in London

From Wyona

There is no better place to get lost that in London. I woke up at least once every hour after 3 a.m.

Finally I got up for the day just before 6 a.m. and I eft at 9:30 a.m. to go scout out show tickets.

Usually Greg does that now but I wanted to do it for myself and Moiya.

The 148 bus got me from Victoria to the hotel so I just wanted to get back to Victoria to get tickets for Wicked.

I just thought the bus went the same way only opposite.

The bus got really crowded and then emptied out. I used my brain to think about it and I figured out going and coming was not the same route.

So I got off the bus at Westminster Abbey, a great place to get lost. I walked across the river, looked for 148 to go back, but I could not find it.  I saw bus 88 and other familiar buses going on the wrong roads. I walked half way down the river before I figured out that all the buses were on diversion and none of them would stop.

I walked back to Westminster and changed plans.

I took five buses and three tube rides to check out 6 shows and get to Portobello, plus I bought a ticket for 42nd Street for 15 pounds.

I can hardly wait to take you there, Moiya.

I got an hour nap before leaving for the theatre at 6:25 p.m.

I got to Queensway tube station and the tube was closed so I had to go back to the bus stop which was crowded with people to get the bus and then another two buses and one tube ride to get to the show 10 minutes late.

There was ‘an incident’ one stop before Queensway tube station.

I am just happy that I was not the ‘incident’.

On the way to the show tonight I thought I might have to drop on the street and stay for the night but I persevered.

Victoria Station and the surrounding area has changed considerably since we lived here.

It is unrecognizable, there are so may high new handsome structures.

My room is very small, very small and it is at the end of a hall with no circulation, no air conditioning, and the window opens two inches.

Right now I am sitting with the hall door open to cool off the room.

The weather is grand though. I have to go outside to cool off.

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Now I am going to see if I can send some of the photos I took today while being ‘Lost in London’.

I am going to get tickets for’Bat Out of Hell’ at 9 a.m

I have to preview it for Moiya.



Cinnamon Buns for D&D

... Rebecca's collection of colourful nesting bowls ...
As well, bread before I flip it over
so that it can rise again
Val Napolean asked Rebecca and me what we were going to do for the rest of the day after we finished our walk up Mt Pkols.

I knew I wanted to make cinnamon buns for the D&D Club that runs every Saturday at our house, 1 pm to 5 pm.

It was 1 pm. I went home and made bread.

Duncan has a credit card with which he pays for the pizza that he orders for the group.

Duncan is modest with his orders with the card, knowing that it is blocked from having too many charges put on it. 

Still he has no idea of what that final number is, the one he is not to go over.

He pays for 3 large pizzas at the door, I notice, as I am taking a small pile of compost out to the garbage and waiting for the bread to rise.
... pans read for the oven ...

Rebecca tells me that she will help roll the cinnamon buns. 

I have no expectation that she is going to help, so I am pleasantly surprised and the job is done so quickly that it hardly feels like a job.

We go downstairs to wait for the bread to rise and Rebecca puts on a u-tube lecture by Robin Wall Kinnerer.

She is an ethno biologist in her real life. And she is also an Annishnabee woman, who on this video is telling us about the Indigenous “Teaching of the Seventh Fire”.

 I take notes.  I am interested because she has laid aside her professional work and is story telling.  Or maybe she has combined both.

Having the words go though my hands and be captured on paper seems to be my best way of learning.

 She begins by telling us that she has nothing to tell us that we don’t already know. She feels that her lecture is just to help us remember.

cinammon and sugar in the red bowl
cinnamon in a glass jar
margarine in blue topped tupperware
We have a discussion about which of these items
it is ethical to waste.  We decide, none of them.

And then she says phrases like “our teachers are the plants” or she asks the question, “what is it that we love too much to lose?”.

So I can see she was right.

She is only helping us to remember what we already know.

Of course, the lecture gets interrupted every time there is another step to go so that the cinnamon buns get on the table fast enough that the boys can have their fill before they leave.

What they don’t eat, Rebecca forces them to take home.

That is not hard.