I hope you can all forgive me. It’s my last night home for a few days. So I’d like to just be with my family. No, blog posts don’t have to take a super long time, but I don’t want to be pulled away for more than a few minutes. Tomorrow I’m off to Edmonton for their Camp fYrefly. It will be a great experience, and I’m hoping to learn a lot before Camp fYrefly Saskatchewan… a lot that I can then apply here (so that our camp isn’t quite so “trial by fyre… fly”).
As much as I love hitting the road for an out of town dog show, I really do love coming home after one even more.
Traveling is awesome! Very seriously, I adore pretty much any form of travel. Road, rail, air… it’s all good. I absolutely love going places – and going places with my dog is even better. And the crazy familiarity of the dog show scene is always grand. The same faces, the same busyness, the same routine – all repeated in a different place every few weeks is such fun. I really do enjoy it.
And when you are away, the stresses of home all kinda melt away. Sure, there are new stresses and things to replace them. Even away from home I’m crazy busy with a ton to do – and yeah, sometimes I need to be up at 5:00 or 5:30 to be in the ring for 8:30 or 9:00 (which is definitely NOT part of the usual routine)… but it’s great.
The very best part though? Is how much being away makes you appreciate being at home. There really is NOTHING like coming home. Even before being a mom, I was always happy to be home with Damon and the rest of the kidlets… but now that I get to come home to my little girl too, it’s even better.
I’m laying in bed right now, with her legs mushed up beside me as I type – almost knocking the computer off my belly. Just listening to the sounds of the keyboard, the air filter, and her breathing. This, to me, is home. There is nothing better. The dogs are all asleep around us. Damon is upstairs, probably playing a computer game, with the Parrot chatting at him. The cat is roaming the stairwell – looking for anything suspicious – and the turtle is sitting in her favourite spot, half in the water, half out. Everything as it should be. Everyone well. Everyone doing what they always do. It’s just home.
So, it appears Canada is again on the chopping block thanks to Harper. Our flags once waved proud, but now are just as often full of disgrace. This newest measure allows discrimination based on gender, going so far as to allow airport security the right to allow or deny access to individuals based on their gender.
Under section 5.2(1)(c) of the Aeronautics Act:
“An air carrier shall not transport a passenger if: the passenger does not appear to be of the gender indicated on the identification he or she presents.”
Why is this an issue? Because for many Trans individuals the sex on their passport may not coincide with their gender. There are very strict rules in place for changing the sex on your international identification that only a very small segment of the populace qualifies for. These rules make it impossible for non-operative Trans people to have the M or F on their documents changed to reflect their actual gender. A better solution, if this wording is to remain in place would be to allow for an “Other” designation. Gender is, after all, a social construct that has nothing to do with an individuals sex (which, lets be honest, also has more than two possibilities). Alas, we are stuck in a society that appears to enjoy this incorrect, yet entrenched, gender binary.
This goes even farther though. The instant we allow those with limited power the ability to select who qualifies as female and who as male – based on how they present, we are opening ourselves up for all sorts of abuses. Gender is a social construct that changes with time. It used to be that we dressed our long haired little boys in pink dresses, while the girls wore blue.
What happens when the thirteen year old girl, with short cropped hair, wearing low rise baggy pants and a jersey is denied access to a plane to fly home to her parents after spending part of the Summer with her grandparents? This policy gives airports the right to determine who is female enough, or male enough to board their planes. The potential abuses this brings forward are downright scary. Don’t think for a second that because you are not a genderqueer, or trans individual, or because you don’t have a gender creative child that it won’t affect you. This is something that has the potential to harm us all. Will we all have to don a dress and kerchief in order to be female enough to avoid speculation? It’s a scary idea. Men, don’t even think about wearing that salmon coloured shirt, you too may be pulled for questioning regarding your gender presentation. Is this really a slope we even want to start on?
There is a petition here: http://www.petitiononlinecanada.com/petition/tell-harper-to-allow-trans-people-to-fly-on-airplanes/758 Add your name, and let Harper and his yes men know that you are saying NO to this government sanctioned discrimination. And for more information and ideas on what you can do to combat this, check out what Chris Milloy has to say here: http://chrismilloy.ca/2012/01/transgender-people-are-completely-banned-from-boarding-airplanes-in-canada/
My motto, based entirely on the fact that I seem to say it an awful lot, is “there are worse things in life.” And our experiences today definitely fall into the category of my being grateful simply because things could easily have been worse. LOL
Today, Jewles (my little sister), Ned (the champion chihuahua), and I, headed out for the Shamrock Kennel and Obedience Club Dog Show in Yorkton. It’s a three or three and a half hour drive depending on traffic and the like. We got onto the highway uneventfully at about five. We are now settled into our hotel room at almost eleven. So, obviously, things didn’t go exactly as planned.
Here is proof that we are safe and sound…
Anyway… a few things went wrong (including our hotel having to move us from the room we are in now to a different room tomorrow WHILE we are at the dog show tomorrow)… but the biggest one was the tire blowing.
We were driving along, thankfully only about 1/2 hour outside of Yorkton when it happened, and the car suddenly pulled to the left. I kept it under control. Smelled burning rubber, and knew we blew a tire. With the sudden difficulties and the smell there was nothing else it could be. Even though it had never happened to me before, I knew what was going on.
I got us onto the shoulder – thankfully it was a nice wide safe shoulder. Sent my husband a message on BlackBerry Messenger. And emptied our stuff out of the trunk to give us access to the spare. Years ago I learned how to change one… but it’s been a LOT of years. I simply didn’t feel up to the task, so hoped desperately someone would stop.
We were helped by a WONDERFUL couple traveling from Thunder Bay to (I think) Fort McMurry. I’m totally having a brain fart here though… I think they said Fort McMurry, but I wouldn’t bank on that. LOL Anyway… They had been driving for a few days straight. Today they’d covered part of Ontario, all of Manitoba, and part of Saskatchewan… They had passed us going the other way, turned their vehicle around, and came to our rescue. Truly wonderful folks. I had asked for their new address (they’re moving to Alberta) to send them something to say thank you… but they insisted that they didn’t need a thing, and were just so happy they could be there when we needed them. Like I said, really wonderful people. I wished them safe travels, and hope their future is full of folks as generous and good natured as they are. 🙂
So, we got on our way… moving a lot slower seeing how there’s a doughnut on our car vs. a real tire. LOL But we got here just the same.
Will share more of our adventure tomorrow. Hopefully nothing nearly as exciting happens. LMAO On the road anyway. Exciting things AT the show would be more than welcome. 😉