Commonly known for being home to the popular Abbotsford Airshow, as well as cheap gas prices, I recently discovered that Abbotsford is also home to a small collection of brightly coloured murals decorating the city’s historic centre. Naturally I dragged my husband on a walk so I could snap some photos.
The historical centre of Abbotsford is really cute, and I’m hoping to visit again in the near future to check out some of the local businesses.
I’ve posted on my blog every day of this year so far. It started off as a New Year’s challenge for the month of January. Once I had met my goal I decided to keep going. I’ve got lots to share still, which surprises me as I expected my content to dry up by now.
When I was out for my walk taking the photos for yesterday’s post, I came across this note stuck to the side of a Canada Post box. I kind of love it, for it’s positive reminder that during these dark times we can (and should) still be kind to one another.
Are you familiar with the scene in Downton Abbey where Dame Maggie Smith’s character asks, “What is a weekend?”? Her delivery is perfection.
While the scene touches on the ‘modern’ invention of leisure time (for the period), not to mention the obvious class distinction between floors, I can’t help but ask myself that very question this morning.
What is a weekend?
As many of you will know, I’m currently working from home. Our apartment is tiny, not unlike most in Downtown Vancouver. My makeshift desk is set up 2 metres from our bed. It’s also 2 metres from our couch. I’ve only just realised the irony in the spacing.
Because we’re in voluntary lockdown, practicing social distancing when we pop out for necessities, I’m basically stuck in the same space 7 days a week. One day blends into the next. Weekdays turn into weekends without any noticeable change.
My question to those working from home as well, what are you doing to mark your weekend? What helps you to feel like you’re not stuck on an hamster wheel 24/7? If you have any suggestions, please comment below.
I thought I’d share some photos of flowers I snapped during a lunchtime stroll earlier this week. I forced myself to get out for some fresh air and sunshine. If you’re permitted to do the same where you are, I highly recommend it.
Like many people around the globe, I’m finding myself feeling suffocated with cabin fever. I miss being able to leave the house without an action plan and spare disposable gloves shoved into my purse just in case. I miss seeing the flowers and trees come to life like they always do at this time of year. But mostly, I’m sick of staring at the same walls of our tiny apartment day in and day out. It could be much worse, I fully appreciate, but I’m really starting to struggle.
Here are a few more murals to, hopefully, add some fun and brightness to your day as we weather this crazy storm of uncertainty together.
This last one depicts an old hamburger stand that stood on Kingsway for decades. It has since moved, but those of us of a certain age will remember the iconic Vancouver landmark that was Wally’s Burgers.
As I promised yesterday, I’m back with a few more murals that I recently found.
Do you have a favourite? Comment below. Mine is of the crushed plastic bottle. At first I was annoyed by the parked car, but I think I actually like it being in the shot to give scale to the sprawling mural.
Yesterday I shared a confusing mural I found here in Vancouver. It was one of a series of murals painted in a commercial warehouse area in the north end of the Mount Pleasant neighbourhood of the city.
Today was my first official day of #WFH (working from home). It also marked the first day in weeks where I didn’t have to discuss ad nauseum these troubling and confusing times. I realise that I’m one of the fortunate ones though, and I worry about those who can’t do the same.
I recently found this mural. It confuses me, not unlike much of the news coverage these days.
It was September 16th of the year 1868, and a long hot Summer day in the gold rush town of Barkerville. According to the story passed from one generation to the next, that afternoon saw a man make an unwanted move on a woman at the back of Adler and Berry’s New Fashion Saloon. A scuffle ensued and a stovepipe was knocked over, resulting in a fire. Within minutes the town of Barkerville was in flames.
Growing up in Canada, we didn’t have televisions or radios. News came by way of dogsled. The only way to know the weather was to stick your head outside. If you got wet then it was a sure sign it was raining.