It’s over and yes it was a bizarre year . . . some good and of course some not so good . . . mostly, thanks to Covid-19.
Rice Pounding
Ceremony (JOUSHOUMEI) - annual tradition
of mochitsuki the pounding of rice to make mochi
I was invited to a Rice Pounding by a fellow Alberta Health Services volunteer.
Sweet rice soaked and
then steamed in a huge double-decker pot and comes out looking like bread
dough. The dough is put into a stone mortar and pounded with wooden mallets
until it is the "right" consistency.
Then it is thrown onto a floured (rice flour) board where young and old pinch off small pieces of dough, flatten them and place a condiment in the center of the "Mochi" and wrap the dough around . . . like a dumpling. Young and old are talking and laughing as they work around the table.
February trip
to
I realized I
needed to start doing things on my own and decided to take a February trip to
The Flood
Old Friends Up-Island
I took off up-island . . . first stop was
One of the
highlights was our visit to the Filberg Heritage Lodge and Gardens in Comox. I
loved the waterfront view and the natural landscaping with its collection of
sculptures created from fallen trees from right there on the property.
Somehow, I lucked
into a great tour offer and managed to get around
Chinatown
This was a special place for me . . . I’ve always been fascinated by miniatures.
And Now for the Rest of the Story
Finally I felt
like I was starting to eek out a life for myself . . . I had a plan . . . a
couple interesting volunteer projects starting in March . . . oops . . . not to
be.
Both projects were
“face-to-face”. One, they just gave up on but the other one (CNIB – working
with visually impaired people to mentor them on using a iPhone) I am still
trying to get trained up enough to know what I’m doing.
There have been a number of Zoom-type workshops and meetings but I can’t say I’m terribly active or occupied . . . what can I say? . . . Generally I’m in the same boat as so many people . . . Wake up . . . Eat . . . Sleep . . . Repeat.
Cooking is in
there somewhere too. They keep assuring us that it will end . . . I hope they
are right.
Fred left me a challenging legacy . . . there are more electronic devices around here than I ever imagined. The challenge is to learn how they work and what is on them . . . and, of course, everything continues to change so I’m sure this will go on forever but it does exercise my mind.
And so ‘Life-Goes-On’ . . . one day at a time.