1. Ottawa: I live in a really beautiful city (and a really beautiful country). Yup, it’s just like the Canadian pavilion at Epcot describes.
2. My health. There it is. I’m truly old enough to say this. I’m inspired to be all the more grateful when my ancient hip cries out.
3. My friends. I have many of them, none of whom I pay. Unless you count my swim club, but that isn’t directly into their pockets.
4. My parents. They raised me right. Just like the disclaimer on a book jacket: Anything good, they deserve the credit. Any mistakes? I take the blame.
5. My sister. I’ve never known a day without her. I am a stronger person in this world because of my sister. Thanks to her I can also recite more of Nacho Libre than I care to admit. Ees for fun. Just like stretchy pants.
6. My nieces. Best kids in the world. Don’t contest it. That’s what they are to me, and that’s what matters for this particular list.
6. Water. No really. As I wash dishes, sometimes I am amazed that it continues to come out of the tap. And it’s clean. Also, I can kayak, canoe and swim around here, pretty much at will.
7. Freedom. I have a hard time assessing to what extent this is being chiselled away, but I think self-censorship is the biggest problem Canadians face. The government does not tell us what to think in the manner that people endured behind the Iron Curtain, for example.
8. “A thousand points of light.” Small glimmers of hope where it should be dead. As this poor translation of a Czech proverb says, “Hope dies the last!” (8a. Thank goodness for Czech proverbs, poorly translated.)
9. Faith. It’s a gift. It is my only consolation on bad days.
10. Life. Breathing. On any given day, and thus far, every day, I wake up. The basics matter.
I’m heading out for a couple of days off around this weekend, so blogging will be lighter than usual. Have a good one.by