Over Christmas we had the sheer pleasure of travelling through a few countries. I realize for my North American and Asian readers this seems very decadent, but for those of you living in continental Europe, padding through multiple borders is nothing special and often an every day occurrence.
In each place, whilst dark, we noticed and enjoyed a different night panorama, or should I say sky.
In one place it was dark blue and starry, another place the night sky was black, black, black and yet another evening offered a pink, orangey glow.
Clearly, the sky is affected by pollution, lighting, location and probably another ton of stuff, I am not aware of. I get that all that. But I enjoy the different colours. It is like a trademark of the city, it's own cosmic fingerprint.
So if you we're to go outside tonight, what colour would your sky be? Is it familiar? Does it offer you a sense of security? Do you feel safe and warm? What sensation do you feel as you look up?
If you don't know, I suggest it is time you go outside this evening and rediscover your cosmic garden. Is it bright, starry or colourful. Do you recognize it? How does it make you feel?
Go see tonight and let me know.
The magic Canadian button
I have talked about losing my car in the company car park, but in winter there is a special way of finding it. For any of you Canadians reading this, beware this post may bore you senseless, however as a newbie here, this was one of my new life discoveries.
When temperatures drop to anything below minus 10, there is a gadget that becomes part of the secret survival. I call it the magic Canadian button. It is a button, found on your car key fob, that when pressed for 3 seconds, your car springs to life.
You can trigger this action from inside the house, inside the office building, it really has an impressive reach.
So today as I was leaving the office, when it was around minus 25 ish, I walked into a car park with what seemed like a choir of cars, all light up, revving away. Not one person in sight. It was like a scene out of a horror movie, all the people had been sucked into the stratosphere and the cars were about to take over planet earth. I was the only human left, who like Flash Gordon, had to save the earth in a matter of seconds. (ok so it was the end of a busy day and I was looking for escapism!)
I grinned to myself as I pondered this thought. However as soon as I got into my semi warm motor, I was greatful for this wonderful creation.
Bring on the magic Canadian button! (Oh yeah, and the Summer)
When temperatures drop to anything below minus 10, there is a gadget that becomes part of the secret survival. I call it the magic Canadian button. It is a button, found on your car key fob, that when pressed for 3 seconds, your car springs to life.
You can trigger this action from inside the house, inside the office building, it really has an impressive reach.
So today as I was leaving the office, when it was around minus 25 ish, I walked into a car park with what seemed like a choir of cars, all light up, revving away. Not one person in sight. It was like a scene out of a horror movie, all the people had been sucked into the stratosphere and the cars were about to take over planet earth. I was the only human left, who like Flash Gordon, had to save the earth in a matter of seconds. (ok so it was the end of a busy day and I was looking for escapism!)
I grinned to myself as I pondered this thought. However as soon as I got into my semi warm motor, I was greatful for this wonderful creation.
Bring on the magic Canadian button! (Oh yeah, and the Summer)
Western flavoured hair
At a company event this week, there was a fun Western evening event with cowboy hats, line dancing and chequered shirts. There was even a bucking bronco in the restaurant and a live bull outside. Yeah I work for a great company!!
Anyway, there was a huge Western style barbeque in the centre. It was (at least) outside and the smell of the wood burning was authentic and smoky. You could hear the yee-hars and the horses galloping amongst the cacti in the dessert. Getting the picture!
We had to queue up for our ribs and corn and get exposed to the whole ambience. It was a splendid event.
However the next day, I felt differently.
You see unlike most people, I have fixed hair washing days. Unlike others, I don’t wash my hair systematically in the shower, every morning. This is simply because I don’t have my hair on my head in the shower! Kind of obvious when you think about it.
So that morning, as I was about to leave, I shook my hair as usual, and put it on my head. However the stench that came from it was b a d !
It was smoky and barbeque-y!
Disgusting!
I had not thought about that had I? That will teach me to hang around the open fire, shooting the breeze with nice colleagues. But there was nothing I could do. I didn’t know any tricks on how to freshen up a smelly wig, beyond the gentle spraying of my perfume! Yikes.
So left with no choice, I decided not to worry about it, and wore my Western flavoured hair all day.
When possible I stood in the wind or stood outside chatting and ideally with as many other people as I could. At some point in the day, I either stopped noticing or it stopped smelling! I guess it was the former, but I truly hoped it was the latter!
Either way, a huge lesson to me, don’t stand near an open fire when you are not in a position to wash your hair that evening or better still, plan to wash your hair when away from home if needed.
What would you have done??? Would you have had any ideas or resources? I was stumped on this one!!
Anyway, there was a huge Western style barbeque in the centre. It was (at least) outside and the smell of the wood burning was authentic and smoky. You could hear the yee-hars and the horses galloping amongst the cacti in the dessert. Getting the picture!
We had to queue up for our ribs and corn and get exposed to the whole ambience. It was a splendid event.
However the next day, I felt differently.
You see unlike most people, I have fixed hair washing days. Unlike others, I don’t wash my hair systematically in the shower, every morning. This is simply because I don’t have my hair on my head in the shower! Kind of obvious when you think about it.
So that morning, as I was about to leave, I shook my hair as usual, and put it on my head. However the stench that came from it was b a d !
It was smoky and barbeque-y!
Disgusting!
I had not thought about that had I? That will teach me to hang around the open fire, shooting the breeze with nice colleagues. But there was nothing I could do. I didn’t know any tricks on how to freshen up a smelly wig, beyond the gentle spraying of my perfume! Yikes.
So left with no choice, I decided not to worry about it, and wore my Western flavoured hair all day.
When possible I stood in the wind or stood outside chatting and ideally with as many other people as I could. At some point in the day, I either stopped noticing or it stopped smelling! I guess it was the former, but I truly hoped it was the latter!
Either way, a huge lesson to me, don’t stand near an open fire when you are not in a position to wash your hair that evening or better still, plan to wash your hair when away from home if needed.
What would you have done??? Would you have had any ideas or resources? I was stumped on this one!!
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