If you’ve ever walked the perimeter of Stanley Park, you will have seen the cannon there. It’s called the 9 o’clock cannon in our house because, well, it goes off at 9 pm. But I think that is what is it called, anyways. It’s been firing off for more than 100 years.
My husband has an alarm on his iPhone (a revving car if you must know) that is set for 8:59 so he can watch the cannon go off. There really isn’t much to see, but there is a pattern: first the light turns on (from our angle it is just about the third sail on Canada Place), then it goes out, then you see the muzzle flash and then – 10 seconds later- you heard the rumble.
It’s become a “thing” in our house to watch the cannon go off. And although I tease my husband for being a dork, I am glad that we take the 1 minute to watch the cannon together. But when we have guests, they too seem to enjoy pausing and watching the cannon go off. Inevitably, they comment on how amazing it is that it is so long before we actually hear the cannon compared to seeing it.
The other interesting thing is the fluctuation in sound. We speculate that it is based upon the weather and pressure, but I can’t say that I am a sound engineer. Some nights it seems to ring through the rafters, other nights it is just part of sounds of downtown.
February 15th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: Constancy in cannon firings.
When we visited Vancouver in February of this year, we did not know we’d have moved here. Emile – as always – took a day to explore the city and took this shot from North Vancouver. If you look at the skyline in the distance, you’ll see our building (the tallest one) near the “giraffes” on the port.
As I drove home tonight, I was considering that it almost half way done November and time flowing by. It feels like I’ve lived here forever but yet, I think I might be on vacation. So much has changed and I don’t feel home-d yet.
November 14th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: If this is vacation, I’ve got to get a new travel agent.
I loved the show “The West Wing”, but somewhere around the 3rd or 4th season stopped watching for some reason. After I read “Stories I only tell my friends” by Rob Lowe (enjoyable book by the way), it reminded me about The West Wing and never did see the end of it. So, I decided, it was time start again add watch CJ, Josh, Sam, Toby, Leo, Charlie and POTUS do their fast-talking-while-fast-walking routines. I have to start at the beginning so I remember what happened. After all, the show started, well, it must have been at least 5 years ago.
According to IMBD, it was 1999. Wait, is that right? 1999? How could that be? It was only a couple of years ago – not 13.
What is happening to me? If I find a book that published in 2003, for example, I still think it is quite recent – god help me if it is about the internet or cell phones or something. I still think I graduated from high school relatively recently – forgetting that I missed my 20th high school reunion a while ago. And somehow it is already May 16th – my brain didn’t notice my fingers typing one digit higher each day in this blog.
It’s a strange thing, time. Our brains seem incapable to of keeping accurate track of it – it’s always speeding up or slowing down. Things that happened 10 years ago seem at recent as things that happened 5 years ago. And if I go home to my childhood house, the past seems even closer yet.
May 16th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Enjoying the reruns of The West Wing because it was a good show (who doesn’t want Jed Bartlet running the country?) even if I can’t remember when it was on TV.
Maintenance May Day 16:
Volunteered for Saturday registration at Spin The Lakes Bike Race. (soul, thankfully not body)