I love how beautiful autumn can be. Tranquil, serene, windless, comfortably warm. On those days it feels a bit like the earth has relaxed into a comfortable chair and is taking a quiet breath of satisfaction on a job well done.
I think this photo represents that sense rather well.
On Monday we had a snap federal election. Our fearless leader, Justin Trudeau, thought that his popularity could secure him a majority government, so he called for a quickie. âI have to do it fast,â he thought, âbefore I act like a bonehead again and people change their minds!â
Justin Trudeau
Actually, I donât blame him for wanting a majority. That way, he can move more easily to carry out his governmentâs platform without deferring to the other parties. Any other leader would have, at the very least, thought about doing exactly the same. I believe that most would have seized the opportunity.
But two things really irritated me. The first is that he wouldnât admit to the simple fact that a majority would have made governing a whole lot easier, and the second is that he went ahead with the election despite Canadiansâ express desire that he not do so, and especially not with the pandemic still going on. Given that he had two more years left in his mandate, there was absolutely no need to put us through it, including having to pay for the costs of it.
So we slapped his hands, and deservedly so. We gifted him with his very own version of Bill Murrayâs Groundhog Day in the form of another minority.
Trudeau and one of his children.
The new seat distribution in Parliament is almost identical to that of the 2019 election. There was little movement at all, although there may be some slight adjustments given that mail-ins are still being counted.
The cold hard fact is that the public has spoken, and we want a minority government. We are not going to turn over the shop to one party. In the end, we donât trust any of them enough to do that. We have given them their marching orders: an expectation that the parties will work together to represent all of us and will stop trying to do whatâs in their best interests instead of ours.
Good. They need to pay attention and go to work. All of them.
I took a long walk today along one of the shores of Great Slave Lake. There was a very fresh breeze blowing and it was a comfortable temperature, but I could see the autumn weather on the lakeâs horizon.
And there was something very fall-like in the air; the smell of the wind, the changes in the foliage, the angle of the sun.
When I came across a couple of very fresh black bear footprints, I decided to walk efficiently back to my truck – I didnât stop to take a photo of them.
Autumn is coming, but if the bears are still about we may have a while to go yet.
I am heading to the Northwest Territories, leaving behind my beautiful but smoky Okanagan Valley; we are presently socked in by smoke from a huge fire to the north of us.
Sign, sign Everywhere a sign Blockin’ out the scenery Breakin’ my mind Do this, don’t do that Can’t you read the sign?
~ Five Man Electrical Band
We certainly love our signs. They tell us how to think, act and talk and what to do or not do. Some are good, some arenât. Iâve sometimes thought that we really shouldnât need so many signs.
This serious sign collection is definitely blocking out the scenery, but with our terribly dry conditions and a major out-of-control fire just 10 km away, do we need the reminder about not starting fires or smoking? People will do what they are determined to do, I guess, but at least the city can feel that it has done its best to warn people.