Well, I do not usually participate in any type of web challenge but since I was roped and corralled by two of my long time contacts - guisch73 and qbnscholar - I thought I would give it a go. I will not challenge anyone in return but, by all means, please feel free to do so. Also thanks to my recent new followers for finding me and expressing such major heaps of love on my modest little bunch of photos - you know who you are. Although, after reading what’s to come, you may very well change your minds and run!!
1. As most of you probably already know, my name is Sharon and I am very particular about my name being spelled properly or that people use my proper name in referring to me and this stems from the fact that, for most of my life, for whatever reason, people never seem to hear “Sharon” and I end up at the receiving end of a Shannon, Shari or even Cheryl (cherie, however is perfectly acceptable). I once had a boss who, when I first started working for him, called me Cheryl for the first couple of days. He would call me from his office and I would just ignore him. On the second day of me ignoring him, he came out, stood at my desk and said “Cheryl, can you…” wherein I immediately cut him off, turned my head to look behind me at the empty desk of a work mate (whose name was Lilianne) and I said, “I don’t think she’s in today but I am” and pointed to my name plate. Problem solved. Not that there is anything wrong with those names previously mentioned, except that they aren’t mine. I don’t even mind being referred to as a “ginger”. Just please, get my name right. Thank you, love you, owe you.
2. I am a die hard, bona fide, true blue, wear my heart on my sleeve Montrealer. I love this city with all my heart and soul and although opportunities have arisen for me to re-locate (a former boss once asked me to move to London, England when he re-located there) and numerous friends and family members have taken off for various parts of this country and sundry locations around the globe, Montreal and I cannot bear to part. We’ve pledged our mutual love for one another. True dat.
3. Reaching new lows: I am not quite 5’3”. In fact, I am exactly 5 foot two and three quarters of an inch tall and, believe me when I tell you, that ¾ of an inch is of the utmost importance to me. I never leave it out of statistical information - I never leave home without it. Oh, and you can all keep the undoubtedly forthcoming barrage of “hobbit” jokes at bay. I have heard them all already. And any other short joke you might want to throw at me. I kid you not. I have heard them all - even from all the way down here.
4. I spent part of my high school graduation (so very many years ago) dinner in a hole in the ground. A group of us had gone out to a fancy restaurant to celebrate and as we were leaving, my friend tripped and her evening clutch flew up in the air and fell through a tiny opening in a cover which was over a hole in the sidewalk - there was construction going on in front of the restaurant. We managed to move the cover only a bit and, as luck would have it, there was an actual ladder there. I was the only one small enough (oh, here we go) to climb in, and so I did to fetch the purse. I will never forget the look on the faces of people passing by as I climbed back out, in a formal dress yet, with my friend’s purse held high in victory! I could barely restrain myself from slamming it on the ground when I was back up top!! Touchdown muthas!!!
5. Word up! For some strange reason I am frequently asked this question, but yes, I talk exactly the way I write. I like to write. If I can write something amusing or funny, even better. I love words. If I do not know what a word means, I must look it up to find out its meaning. I cannot not know what a word means. I love wordplay. Words are very important to me. Sometimes, I think I can express myself more easily in writing than I can verbally. It should also come as no surprise to any of you when I tell you that because of this, I am also a huge grammar freak. I am very, very picky when it comes to grammar. Yes, I am a grammar snob.
6. Very often I am accused of being a snob or “stuck-up” when, in fact, I am just kind of shy. If I am in a group of people and attention turns to me, I will blush. Hard and fast. It’s a given. Point it out and I will blush harder, better, faster, stronger for you. In a similar vein, I also have difficulty hiding my emotions. You will read all over my face, quite visibly, what I am thinking even before I speak.
7. I drink cranberry juice straight up, right out of the bottle.
8. I love reading, photography, gardening, being a tourist in my own city, being with people, being alone, all with a passion. Unfortunately, I have less time to do a lot of those things lately due to personal reasons.
9. And hand in hand with item 8, I do not spend a whole lotta time around here so I am not ignoring you, I am simply not around.
10. I have been known to break the rules. For example, why would you only want to know five things about me when you can have an extra five for frees hmmmm? (And, yes, I meant to put that unnecessary “s” on the word free on purpose). It’s kinda like writing “I can haz” or “teh interwebz”. I can do silly talk too, see?? Uhmmm, wait should that have been number eleven?? Oh never mind, most of you will not have made it past number three!!
kckeiko said: Love love this photo! Beautiful capture.
Thanks so much kckeiko - so glad you like it!! The most wonderful thing is that this beautiful spot by the river is just a few short steps away from my door!! I took it during that 3 hour excursion to the bird sanctuary a couple of weekends ago. One sad thing I noted was that my beautiful old friend I called Sanctuary (a huge willow) had been cut down. I used to park myself under there on particularly warm days with nothing but a book for company. I could not see any signs of disease on the bark of the stump and when it was in full bloom, it always looked perfectly healthy so I am not sure the purpose of cutting it down. I tried to count the rings to see if I could tell how old it was but I kept on losing track… it’s harder than one thinks to put a number on those things!!
So many things to do today but I thought to myself, what the hell, I need some time for me. Took a leisurely walk to the bird sanctuary with my camera in tow and while the flowers are not quite in abundance I did manage to get some nice shots of various and sundry local flora, including wild roses, Queen Anne’s lace - some Canada geese and mallards in the distance and, oh yeah, some sexy time red-winged blackbird who was strutting around trying to impress someone of the female persuasion. I did not see any other birds around so if it was me, I suppose I am flattered. I also met a nice young man called Philippe who let me look through his telescope while he pointed out a big old turtle sunning itself on a log. He explained it was not a native turtle species and that someone likely had bought it at a pet shop and when they got bored with it, they dumped it in the river. He explained how turtles are quite territorial and how this one had chased some other turtles trying to share its log. He also explained how they dig themselves into the mud in places where it does not freeze to the bottom and stay put for winter. I did not know that. When I asked him what marvelously exotic place this turtle might be from… he told me Ontario. I laughed and lightly poked him in the arm and said I suppose one could call Ontario “exotic and foreign”! It was actually quite fascinating to learn some of the interesting facts he provided and I suppose, truth be told, so were his disarming gap-toothed smile and blonde dreadlocks! I should have taken his picture. I probably would have forgotten to turn my camera on and embarrassed myself. Well, I know where he works and the lilies will be in bloom in July so there’s plenty of time to practice until then!
There were lots and lots of people out enjoying the fine weather, biking, picnicking, roller-blading, walking like me with cameras or binoculars , or just soaking up the sun in general. Have to enjoy the season… it’s most definitely too short for most of us.
The best part of today’s walk, however, was getting to spend some time with my dad, even if it was only via some of my fondest memories. Miss you Dad… happy father’s day… lots of love always. xo
qbnscholar said: Wow, hard to figure why they would remove it, unless someone bought it? Lovely composition, btw.
Actually Fern ( qbnscholar ), it was part of a temporary installation/exhibition of floral sculptures so it was not moved or sold — nope, I really just could not find the particular place on the grounds of the garden where that particular installation was! LOL!! I guess that makes me a little potty, yeah??
Absolutely guisch73! I’ve often thought they should do something very similar to our much despised Olympic Stadium!
And yes qbnscholar, I loved this particular installation when I saw it at the Mosaicultures Internationales at our Botanical Gardens but you will be amused to know, I could not find the bloody thing on my second visit!!