In the last few months I've been driving a family member to and from work, one day a week. It's been a real eye opener to say the least.

Granted, I haven't commuted for a long time because I worked from home for the last 35 years of my working life. And even when I did work elsewhere before that, I often just took the bus because it was a lot easier.

I mean, I drive, obviously. But usually just to get groceries and stuff. So let's just say I'm not used to this driving-during-rush-hour thing. At all.

It's been a shock to say the least, and exacerbated by all of the road work going on right now. The four-lanes-down-to-two, or two-lanes-down-to-one, or complete road closures. The stops and long waits for massive dump trucks or noisy tractors to s-l-o-w-l-y pass. And then there's the Bay Street Bridge which was only open in one direction for a period of time. It has now re-opened, but what a mess THAT was. What could be next?

I'm so grateful I don't have to drive every day. But there are so many people who do.

I was reading a story in the paper recently which stated that this summer commuting is going to get worse in Victoria. Worse?

Well, apparently the city has gotten behind in resurfacing existing roads, which is supposed to be done every 35 years or so. Never mind the damaged roads that have to be repaired and the infrastructure that has to be replaced. That's on top of all of the new construction happening right now. EVERYWHERE.

And there are SO many more people on the roads compared to when we first moved here. The population of Greater Victoria has ballooned, especially, it seems, over the last 5 to 10 years. Add to that the fact that we have so many bike lanes now, taking up a lot of road space.

I know, I know. Everyone complains about bike lanes. Personally, I'm grateful for them when I'm cycling. And occasionally annoyed by them when I'm driving. What's a girl to do??

Actually, I see a lot more people cycling to and from work and/or school now. And they are definitely beating car traffic! No wonder they have those smug looks on their faces...

The biggest shock for me is how people drive these days. Sure, I can understand the frustration with everything that's going on. But making up rules just for you isn't how it works.

Just so you know:

  - You can't use a left-turn lane just to pass the guy in front of you. It doesn't work that way. I saw a motorcyclist do this twice on the Pat Bay Highway recently.

  - Look up what a double yellow line means. That's right! No passing. Again. 

  - That turn signal on your car? It's not just there to add a splash of colour to your exterior. It's to SIGNAL your intentions. 

   - Oh, yeah, and on that note, signally AFTER you've starting turning doesn't count. Duh. 

   - Last but not least, tailgating isn't going to make me go any faster. It isn't. I'm stubborn that way. So back off. 

Oh, sure, I can think of at least 139 more stupid driving stunts I've seen lately. But I don't want to come across as one of those "nearly dead"s.

While we're on the subject of commuting...how about taking the bus? Sure, you might have to leave home earlier and get home a little later. Okay, I can already hear you sputtering your excuses for not busing.

But it has become so convenient in so many ways.

You can pay your fare with your debit card now. And there's an app that helps you keep track of when the buses are coming and going. How cool is that? Plus, the only person who has to worry about those other idiots on the road is the bus driver. You can chat to the guy next to you. Or watch YouTube videos all the way home. If you must.

As for my once-a-week commute, I'm definitely grateful for the polite and gracious drivers out there. They DO exist. In fact, I think I'm going to work on being more like that myself. As should we all.

Otherwise, we're literally going to drive each other crazy!

IJ

Please Don't Ruin The View

At this time of year, from my little studio/office space on the top floor of our home I can look southwest through the bare trees to downtown Victoria. That view has changed a lot since we moved here back in 1988.

These days a new building seems to be popping up every month. The ever-present cranes are lifting, swiveling and shifting constantly, and you only have to try and drive downtown to realize how much ongoing construction there is. It's exhausting!

I mean, it's a good thing too. Heaven knows we especially need more housing, whether it's condos or rental apartments. Kids are growing up and moving out on their own, and more and more people seem to be coming to Victoria, making it their new home. It's a beautiful place so who can blame them?

But very few can afford what we like to call a "single family dwelling".

When I think of the fact that my parents were able to buy a house, and a brand new one at that, on just a bus driver's salary, I wonder what the heck happened. Even my husband and I managed to pull enough money together for a down payment on a house when we first moved here.

It was nothing fancy; two bedrooms, one bath, built in the 40's. But it had a yard and everything worked. Pretty much.

As our family expanded, we built up enough equity to sell it and move to a bigger home, the one we occupy today. I mean, it certainly wasn't easy. We had some pretty lean times for a few years because of our ever-present mortgage. But we managed.

Many years after we moved in, I discovered a little bit more of the history of our home. When we first bought it we were told it was built in 1943, but I later discovered it was actually built in 1938. I found the original blueprints to the home stuffed away in a corner of the basement. Like finding treasure!

I also discovered that the builder was a company called The Parfitt Brothers. The lady we bought the house from was the daughter of one of those brothers. The Parfitt Brothers also built the house across the street from us and schools in the area like Oaklands Elementary and Quadra where my daughters went. But even more fascinating to me was that they built the Bay Street Armory and Christ Church Cathedral. What a history, eh?

And that's what began to pique my interest in some of the other houses and buildings in our area.

The view from our street in 1913.
The two houses you see on the left are still there today and in pretty good shape. I like that.

On my walks, I started to pay more attention to the architecture and tried to guess which decade some of the houses I walked past might have been built in. Many of them have been beautifully maintained, keeping the look and charm of the original design, preserving their history.

But slowly, over the years, many of them have also been torn down and replaced. Now don't get me wrong, I don't mourn every house that comes to its end. Some of them were in pretty bad shape and not much else could have been done.

I DO dislike what they are sometimes replaced with. I mean, some of these new, supposed home-sweet-homes look more like World War II bunkers. What's with that?

The real commodity is property, of course. Being on an island, we can't really spread out much. So a larger property is a bonus and can be used for multiple dwellings. You see that happening more and more. 

I imagine that our house, which is on a corner lot, might end up being replaced in that way. But that'll be a long, long time from now. And only after they drag me out of here kicking and screaming.

I understand the need for more housing completely. But we can't forget the history of this wonderful place we call home. History is important.

In the meantime, I'll continue to watch the changing landscape of downtown and hope it doesn't change TOO much.

I had to laugh when I read a recent story about a developer who had his design for a very tall tower turned town. He blamed the rejection on a "limited vision of the future." Limited vision...well, DUH.

It definitely would have limited, and ruined, my view!

IJ

Libraries Are Not Just For Books

 

There was a news story recently about a book that was finally returned to the Vancouver Public Library, 50 years overdue. What surprised me most was when I realized I was working there when that book was originally checked out! Yes, my connection to libraries goes back a long way.

Before computers and Google and all of that, there were card files and librarians and library assistants like me. If you wanted to do a search for something, you either called or walked up to a librarian and asked your question and she or he did the legwork.

Back then you had librarian intelligence, not the artificial kind. Well, librarians still have plenty of intelligence, don’t get me wrong. Librarians and library technicians have to go through several years of university. Did you know that?

I remember working the occasional Friday night at the library, when there would inevitably be a call from some inebriated guy sitting in a local pub, wanting to settle an argument with his buddy about which sports team won this or that in such-and-such a year.

These days, they can Google it. If they’re not too drunk to spell, that is.

When home computers came along, I remember worrying if digital technology was going to take over the usefulness of libraries.

I didn’t need to worry at all because libraries have adapted and are doing just fine.

Reading is one thing I’ve been doing a lot more of since I’ve retired. Now, don’t start picturing an old grey-haired lady in a rocking chair with a history encyclopedia, please. For your information, I dye my hair.

No, my method of reading is by e-book, either using an e-book reader or Libby, a free app that basically does the same thing. I’ve found and read entire series’ that way.

I got a library card from the Greater Victoria Public Library when I first moved to Victoria in the 80’s. But as life got busier and busier, reading a book was a luxury I couldn’t afford. Except for reading to my small children, that is.

Then a few years back I decided I should renew my library card. I still had it, but it was long, long past the renewal date. I walked in to a branch of GVPL, expecting to go up to a desk and get issued a new one. But when a clerk walked up to me and I told her what I needed to do, she pulled out a hand held device sort of like a credit card reader at a restaurant, and did it all using just that.

I hope I didn’t look too stupefied when she handed my card back.

And that was it. I could now borrow physical books, e-books, magazines, all kinds of things, to my heart’s content. Libraries have a lot more than books, even more so these days.

There are all kinds of programs for adults, kids, tweens and teens including reading groups, information sessions and community support programs. You can learn English, learn how to replace important ID cards, and go for a Summer Story Walk.

There are virtual events like BC Libraries Present where you can log in to meet and listen to award-winning authors. At the Esquimalt Branch, The Lab lets you convert photos, VHS tapes, cassette tapes, and other media to digital formats.

And all of the things you can borrow! Video games (even the Nintendo Switch 2), movies, music, audio books.

I was a computer operator when I left the Vancouver Public Library, which was one of the first library systems in the country to become automated. As a parting gift, my boss, Mr. Peters, handed me a book. Of course.

It was called “Gutenberg Two”. The Gutenberg was the original printing press that revolutionized the world of information. Suddenly, people who could read could learn all kinds of things.

The second Gutenberg, according to this book, was the computer. And boy, has the computer ever changed the world.

But it hasn’t put libraries out of business!

So do yourself a favour and check out our local library some time. You might be surprised at what they have to offer.

Oh, and the family that returned that book 50 years late? The library forgave the fine, which means they can still borrow books.

Phew.

IJ

You Move Too Fast – Thoughts on Lower Speed Limits

 

I remember taking my driver’s test a few years back. Okay, more than a few years back. It was in downtown Vancouver in the middle of rush hour and I was nervous. But I was managing to follow the rules and doing okay.

That is, until my instructor/tester told me to make a left turn from a busy thoroughfare onto a side street. I signaled a left turn and stopped, watching the oncoming traffic and looking for a gap. I saw one and decided to make my move.

As I turned the car, I realized there was an old guy walking across that side street. Slowly. I had to stop for him just as a swarm of traffic was coming towards me. I sat there, blocking the oncoming cars, and nervously waited.

Let’s just say the old guy made it to the other side. Of the street, I mean. But me, I failed my driver’s test, though I eventually took it again, and passed.

When I moved to Victoria a couple of years later, life was literally at a different speed. There were a lot of older drivers on the roads who were definitely not in any hurry. But I realize in hindsight they were probably just going the speed limit, or close to it, and I wasn’t used to that.

However, the population of Victoria has boomed in the last couple of decades, as has the amount of traffic that goes along with it. Now we might as well be driving in Vancouver.

The introduction of bike lanes changed the dynamic even more. These days, we have signal lights for pedestrians, signals for cars and for bikes. It takes a little practice to know which one you need to be watching.

Am I in my car, on my bike, or walking? Give me a minute…

The street we live on, which was very quiet when we first moved here, now has heavy traffic every day, especially during rush hour. One of our neighbours actually complained to the city about it.

They put in “traffic calming” measures at one point. That term makes me laugh…you see a lot more enraged drivers when they have to slow down or stop for oncoming traffic because of a boulevard jutting out. Traffic calming my foot.

Now don’t get me wrong. As a pedestrian, I encounter many nice, polite drivers who give me the right of way, and I always smile and wave thank you. But all it takes is one miserable person behind the wheel to ruin my day. Or I’ve ruined his, I suppose.

I want to suggest that these speeders are all young, impatient males, but I’m often surprised to see how many of them are women. And sometimes even “older” women. Everyone’s in such a hurry.

Which brings me to the recent reduction in speed limits in Victoria and Saanich. As a driver, I really have to work at keeping my speed at or just above the maximum, and I do try. But sometimes I’m on automatic (little pun there) and forget how fast I’m going.

When I am keeping to the speed limit, it’s almost a guarantee that I will eventually encounter a tailgater hovering right up behind me. A couple of times I’ve pulled over just to let the idiot pass so I don’t have to worry about being rear ended.

But if I’m truthful, I’m probably guilty of tailgating others here and there too. You know. When I’m the “older” woman in a hurry.

I am generally in favour of the lower speed limits, even if a lot of people aren’t paying any attention to them. There are just too many traffic accidents these days, and pedestrians and cyclists getting hit and even killed. Enough of that!

We’ve all got to slow down. You move too fast. (That might give you “older” folks an earworm.)

IJ

Congratulations Grads! 50 Years Will Fly By

 

I recently attended my 50th grad reunion (do me a favour and don’t do the math) and started thinking about all of this year’s young graduates going on to the next chapter of their lives. (You did the math, didn’t you…)

The reunion had a great turn out, with over 80 of us milling about trying to remember who the heck everyone else was. It’s funny how a face can change so much, but still hold some small, familiar quality. Thank goodness for name tags.

Speaking of which, I only wrote my first name on my name tag until someone pointed out that it wasn’t good enough. Duh. Old people need BOTH names to be able to remember. One of the organizers gave me another name tag with my full name. Only she spelled it “Jacksun”. Did someone miss English class?

We spent our time moving from one person to another, looking at each other and then down at our name tags, often gasping in delight at someone we suddenly recognized. It was great fun. We asked about each other’s lives, laughed at our ancient antics and cried for those we missed.

The conversation catch up included families, careers, moves from here to there. Retirement. Aches and pains. Some people talked too much, others not enough, just like in high school. I could see a lot of us moving into our familiar cliques. The sports people, the drama people. The nerds.

A very small group of our grads already had mobility or health issues, but I have to say we all looked pretty darn good for all that we’ve endured. And in 50 years, many of us have endured a lot.

I have to admit, I’ve attended every single grad reunion, but this was by far the most impressive. Not just because of the numbers, but because of the way we all understood the value of one another and appreciated each other in a way we haven’t before.

So what advice can I give all of you fresh-faced 2025 graduates holding your diplomas and wearing your graduation hats?

Well, first of all, your hat is called a mortarboard. I just learned that. So that’s lesson number one: you never stop learning! That’s why they call it “the school of life.”

Secondly, don’t lose touch with your friends. You’ll think to yourself that they’ll always be there. But stuff happens. Trust me.

And last but not least, one of the most important things in life is E.I. No, not employment insurance, although that might come in handy once or twice in your working life.

No, I’m talking about Emotional Intelligence. If you’re not quite sure what that is, emotional intelligence means understanding who you are, your emotions, and why you feel and act certain ways. Understanding yourself, and why you are who you are, may be the greatest lesson of all. There are books about it. If there’s a college or university or even a night school course including Emotional Intelligence as a subject, take it.

E.I. will carry you through the toughest times in your life. It will foster the good things in you: kindness, awareness, love and patience. Trust me on that one, too.

So to the Grads of ’25 from the Grad of ’75: You are brilliant. You’re going to do wonderful things and make this world a better place, I just know it.

Congratulations! Now don’t party TOO hard…

IJ

Put The Ballot In The Box, Eh?

 

I was in my early 20’s when someone I worked with convinced me to volunteer for a provincial party in an upcoming election. I had no idea what that really meant, but it sounded simple enough. Answer some phones, knock on a few doors.

So I went for it. A little bit of training as to how to approach people and what to say, and I was on my way.

I liked working in the campaign office, it was simple enough. The knocking on doors part was, well, a little more of an eye opener.

A lot of people weren’t home or didn’t answer, so I just pushed a leaflet through the mail slot. Easy. And of the ones who did answer the door, most were polite and at least took my leaflet.

But then there were the ones who had to, let’s just say “share” their ideas about the election and the candidates. There were a few who called me nasty names. And there were those who basically just slammed the door in my face. Yep, sometimes it’s rough out there for volunteers.

As I was growing up, whenever my my extended family got together for some occasion, the adult’s conversations would almost always centre around politics and current events. I can still hear the voices of my uncles rising and interjecting, not so much in anger, but maybe in small disagreement and definitely with passion.

One of my uncles ended up being an Associate Professor of Political Science at UBC, so it certainly ran in our blood.

That influence always encouraged me to vote, starting with the first election I was old enough to vote in. In my family there was nothing more important than filling out that ballot and stuffing it in the box. Even if you weren’t particularly inspired to do so, you just did it.

It almost feels like an understatement to say that this federal election has felt like no other in my lifetime. In our lifetimes. A couple of people I know have been volunteering for the first time ever. Here’s a toast to all of you election volunteers, by the way. You’re the best.

The advanced polls actually had line ups where I voted last Friday. I’ve never, ever seen that. There was a higher turnout for advanced voting than has ever been recorded in our country. That’s saying a lot.

Because of all of the unpredictable moves and threats from our neighbour to the south, suddenly Canada is united in a way that we’ve never experienced before. I see lots of people checking the labels in the grocery stores for Canadian products. Or Mexican or Italian. Anything but you-know-who.

“Elbows Up” t-shirts and “Proudly Made In Canada” signs are all over the place. The Canadian flag is flying everywhere while the American wine section in my local liquor store is proudly empty.

I’ve always felt the good fortune of being Canadian. Sure, we have our faults (sorry), and we don’t always agree. But that’s the whole point of being a democracy! We’re ALLOWED to disagree!

And, most importantly, we’re allowed to vote. Just imagine if we couldn’t do that.

There are a lot of other countries in the world rooting for us, supporting us, flying our flag. So on April 28th, as Canadians, all we have to do is one simple little thing: if you haven’t already done so, go and vote. Hop on this momentum and take it to the polls.

Because now, more than ever, it means everything.

Let’s put the ballot in the box, eh?

IJ

5 Years Post-COVID – What Have We Learned?

 

I don’t know about you, but anytime something bad has happened in my life — well, the good things too, but especially the bad things — I try to figure out if there’s something I can learn from it.

I suppose it’s in our DNA to make an attempt learn from the bad stuff so we don’t do THAT again.

Mistakes I make are one thing, but the things that happen TO me, I try to understand them and then let them go. I even succeed! Occasionally.

It’s hard to believe that we’ve recently passed the 5 year mark since the W.H.O. declared COVID a global pandemic. In some ways it feels like a very long time ago. And going through an event as major and earth shattering as a pandemic has taught us all something.

Okay, some of us anyway.

There was a lot of good that came out of the bad. To begin with, it was amazing how scientists came up with a vaccine for COVID. And even more amazing how quickly that vaccine was distributed to all of us so we could stop the spread.

Of course, it didn’t get to everyone soon enough and some paid the ultimate price. I, myself, knew of a couple of people who died from COVID.

The rest of us figured out how to adjust to a very different world. It wasn’t easy and it was definitely scary sometimes, but we did what we had to. Well, most of us.

“Social distancing” became the phrase of the day. Wearing masks and standing far enough apart in public, or learning to use technology to meet online instead of doing so in person, became the thing. People started working from home, and some continue to do so to this day.

My husband had to go through a rigmorale to get his work computer hooked up in his home office. But once he did, he could more or less continue his work with just a few minor inconveniences.

I had to stop teaching guitar in person for a couple of months. I tried to teach online, but it was a lot more awkward, so I ended up taking a break instead. I was lucky that I could get away with that. And CERB helped.

A lot of people and businesses struggled, of course, and some have never fully recovered. We still see buildings and offices standing empty, even 5 years later.

Kids suffered a lot with having to get their school lessons at home and not being able to see their friends, or play at the park. For a child, those are BIG things.

And people in care facilities or confined to hospital suffered equally as much.

But we adjusted. We found ways to stay in touch without the touching part. We celebrated health care workers, really appreciating them for the first time. We put hearts in our windows and made a racket with our pots and pans every night when their shifts changed.

We stocked up on toilet paper. Yeah, that was kind of weird.

We learned the value of masks and disinfectant and washing your hands.

Oh, about the masks. Some people still haven’t figured out that wearing it under your nose doesn’t work. IT DOESN’T WORK.

Sorry, got off track there.

We came to value our families and our friendships so much more. Sitting together for a meal with an old friend. Going to a movie or a hockey game with the kids. So many things that we took for granted before.

And somehow we made it through. Especially when we found toilet paper.

These days we hardly ever see the word COVID in the news. Oh, it’s still around and probably always will be in some form or another. And there are some who are struggling with long COVID and who have had to adjust to a new physical norm. For them, COVID goes on and on.

Some stores or offices still have those old social distancing stickers, faded and worn, but a small reminder of our experience.

People wear masks more readily now than before the pandemic and I don’t blame them. We’ve become a lot more conscious of how easily disease and bacteria can spread. Been there, done that, don’t want to do it again.

In the end, an experience such as surviving a pandemic teaches us that we can overcome just about anything that threatens us. Anything. And ANYONE.

Yeah, you know who I’m talking about.

Now THERE’S someone who needs to be taught a lesson or two…

IJ