The Conservative Party is electing a leader this weekend, and truth be told, it makes for boring television.
I can’t even drum up much of a conversation over coffee about it.
I think Stephen Harper will be elected the leader on a second ballot.
The average Canadian has a wait and see attitude.
It’s March break, we’re more interested in sunshine, seed catalogues and putting boots and mitts away.
Most of my friends want a leader with some experience that will stick it out through the next election. Both CTV and CBC have been covering the leadership meeting, and it’s a bit of a yawn.
When you lay foundations you stand around and watch the wet cement dry.
Days are getting a bit longer, and the usual collection of creatures have ventured out a bit. Some people feed birds. My family feeds rodents.
A squirrel and a chimpmunk they’ve named Stumpie, (something chomped off it’s tail) know suckers when they see them.:^)
Animal behaviour is a good predictor of seasons.
As tempting as the peanuts on the porch are, the little critters just aren’t out wandering much yet.
I like winter, but I hit a slump this time of year, even as the weather tiptoes towards improvement.
I was ‘officially’ adopted on the first day of spring (when I was six years old) and although I try to tell myself otherwise, I experience an anniversary reaction. It’s a sadness, dread and lethargy I can’t shake for a time, that seems cellular in it’s memory and persistance. A kind of private mourning.
All I can do is acknowledge it as a cusp time in my life and walk through it.
To everything there is a season, a time and purpose under heaven.
It doesn’t spoil spring, just makes it all the sweeter when it comes.
