It is in the low seventies as I sit at the patio table and blog. The sky is very hazy and gray and the sun is fighting like crazy to make a return to the scene, having come out earlier but then forced to be in the background as I walked Stewie.
It amuses me that when I am walking Stewie that people are dressed warmer than I expect them to be as I am pretty warm in my shorts and t-shirt. In the evening, I make up for it as my body decides that my lack of constant movement makes me cold. Last night, however, I did wake up at some moment to be completely warm and throwing off all the cover and top sheet.
The weather is supposedly bringing strong storms later in the day and we thought that we might make the window and manage to take the kayak out. Nonetheless, that might have been true had I not a Zoom at 10:00 am.
It is Columbus Day or now, perhaps, Indigenous Peoples’ Day. When I hear of the latter, I think of Canada as I thought that they were so much further evolved than we are as when we would go to any sort of event like a play or a musical session in Stratford, Ontario during the summer, they would always start by thanking the Indigenous Peoples. At first it was surprising. Then it became a pleasant reminder that we are the outsiders in a land we stole. As we know now, Canada has its own issues in regards to the native human beings who inhabited the land and like other places, forced them into a corner of sorts. The Catholic Church and its issues regarding the schools and situations for young indigenous people comes to mind and the graveyards that some of the young they cared for that they now inhabit.
Every culture has its issue and no culture, however high thinking, seems able to move along without something horrible like this.
I hope, as we move forward, that we do a better job of treating people as we should. It seems to me that the best way to honor the indigenous people would be to treat all equally. I hope that is not a ridiculous thought on my part.