I will start by saying that I came to Ottawa in 1976, as a student intern for the Public Service, and fell in love with this city. I lived downtown, in affordable housing, walked most everywhere because I was trying to save money, froze much of the time, and delighted in this wonderful city.
In January, a group confused the use of "Ottawa" as the federal government with Ottawa, the city of 1 million ordinary people, who live, work, and raise their families in this lovely city, including me. After 23 days, my major takeaways from this event are:
1. Civics education in this country is sadly lacking. The first amendment to the Constitution Act of 1867 recognized Manitoba as a province. So, our first amendment right is to travel to Winnipeg, without a passport. Miranda is probably some nice lady who lives and works in Ottawa and her "Miranda" rights are the same as mine.
2. Foreign journalists can not be credible sources of information about Canada if they can't spell, or pronounce "Ottawa".
3. I really hope that tourists will come in droves this summer to help the businesses recover from losing a month of business, during our second busiest tourist season. (And next winter visitors come in January only to skate on the canal and eat Beavertails with their mittens on. I recommend a Killaloe Sunrise.)
|National Arts Centre |
and Parliament Buildings on the right, Chateau Laurier on the left
As I have often said, I stress knit. Knitting is my happy place.
Big socks, for one of the big boys in my life.
Little socks for a baby, born yesterday.
My new bag is progressing slowly.
You can't pin the pattern to the cork fabric, so I traced it onto the back side. My chalk pencil is on its last legs, so I must order a new one.
This is the lining and possible zippers for the inside pocket.
The fabric has been cut and the stabilizers fused. Now I must get brave, and start sewing.
I am calling my dining room "The Conservatory" these days.