While looking for the postal abbreviation for the US state of Maine (it’s ME, so you don’t have to look!), I came across this chart from the United States Postal Service Historian that shows the different state abbreviations they’ve used since 1831. It wasn’t until 1963 that the USPS settled on the two letter system still in use today, and which we also use in Canada.
One interesting tidbit from that chart is this note about the abbreviation NB:
…in 1969, at the request of the Canadian postal administration, the abbreviation for Nebraska, originally NB, was changed to NE, to avoid confusion with New Brunswick in Canada.
My knowledge of Canada-US relations is not deep enough to know how often the United States has bent to our will (I suspect not often at all), but this certainly was a nice gesture.
It seems to be the day to visit your favourite coffee joint on PEI as Peter went to Receiver in the Big City while Steven and I visited Samuel’s in the Second City. We even nabbed the coveted table in the big corner window that has a good view up Water Street. My soy cappuccino was perfect.
Now I find myself the co-chair of the PCHA Wishing Well Gift Shop committee while one of our members recovers from an illness. As someone who is consciously trying to not buy anything unnecessary, being the head of a group who sell knick-knacks along with items to cheer inpatients is a peculiar place to be!
I am not going to be much hands-on assistance as I live 45 km from the hospital, and I’m probably not the person to make decisions on buying Chinese-made doodads, so I am helping with things like updating forms, making lists, and creating spreadsheets. One thing we hope to improve upon is the gift shop branding, so I went searching for logos.
I found various digital versions of our PCH Auxiliary logo, but most seemed to be ugly scans of letterhead. I asked the helpful and good natured Bevan Woodacre, PCH Foundation‘s communications officer, if he might happen to have a nice copy of our logo and I was soon gifted with the keys to the Dropbox kingdom! He had been collecting these for some time, and I’m so grateful to him for that foresight.
The Wishing Well Gift Shop itself never seemed to have any branding except for the sign above the door. A label on the sign directed me to Marie Ford at the Sign Station in Summerside. I showed her a photo of the sign and asked her if she might still have our artwork. She cheerfully said she would have a look (and the database search took quite a while as they would probably have hundreds of thousands of files). By the time I arrived home, she had sent me a couple of versions of the logo.
With PEI’s plastic shopping bag ban in place, the Wishing Well uses paper bags for purchases, if people request them. I hope to figure out how to get a rubber stamp to start bashing our logo on everything.
I was lucky to find these two helpful and organized people. Life really is all about weaving a web of connections, both online and off.
My friend, Peter, spent election day stopping a phone scammer, knocking on endless doors, and watching a ballot count as Canada peacefully elected its 44rd federal parliament yesterday. His excellent storytelling turned what I had always imagined to be a thankless job seem like fun.
Stoic Week 2019 begins tomorrow, and it’s not too late to sign up. It’s a free program and I’ve taken part for the last few years.
I enjoy all the readings and self-reflection that are built into the program, and I think I am generally happier because of it. I know that I like myself much more as I age, and this is due in no small part to not trying to control every situation, which is sort of Stoicism 101:
“One of the main strategies that runs through both Stoicism and this handbook is that of distinguishing between things that are under your control and things that are not. The Stoics believed that this takes training to do well but that it’s the key to self-discipline and overcoming emotional disturbances. Maintaining this distinction between what is and isn’t under your control requires continual attention to your own thoughts and judgements. We can describe this as a kind of ‘mindfulness’ practice. You’ll build upon this foundation by exploring different Stoic concepts and techniques each day throughout the course of the week.” Excerpt From: Modern Stoicism. “Stoic Week 2019 Handbook”. Apple Books.
My life as a carer means I need to also take care of myself, but that’s not something I or most other carers do well. Stoic Week is a short burst of study and practice that helps me build resilience and critical thinking. Tell Seneca I sent you.
Dropped by the Elections Canada office at the County Fair Mall yesterday afternoon to find out how to arrange a mail-in ballot for my mother for the October 21 federal election. We did this for the spring provincial election and it eliminated a lot of stress for us like potentially having to travel to the polls in poor weather or standing in long lines.
Two extremely efficient and pleasant women greeted me. All I had to do was give them my mother’s name and mailing address and they would arrange for a voting package to be mailed to her. We were done in a couple of minutes and I stood up to leave.
The woman who took my mother’s information asked me if I would like to vote. I thought she was asking if I intended to vote, but she said she meant I could vote right then and there. I had time, there was no one else in the office, so I gave her my ID, she consulted a computer list, and handed me a ballot.
It was a blank ballot, with just a line on it, no names or little circles to mark. She directed me to the standard white cardboard screen voting booth. Taped to the inside was a list of the four confirmed candidates for my riding in alphabetical order. I was to write the name of my choice on the ballot with the little pencil that was in the booth.
I wrote in my choice, exited the booth, folded the ballot, placed it in an envelope, sealed that envelope with one of those wand-like water-filled sponge envelope sealers, placed that envelope into another envelope, which I signed, dated and sealed, and placed that envelope in a ballot box.
Interesting to note that nominations only close on Monday, September 30, so there is a possibility someone else will come forward before that date. As the four candidates on the list represented the main Canadian parties, I can’t imagine I would have changed my vote anyway, but it is too late to worry about that now.
I wondered afterwards if voting this way would be possible for someone who couldn’t write, for example, but it seems as though Elections Canada has addressed this and many other potential challenges already, and have developed excellent materials that can be shared to educate people on the many accessible voting options.
Steven voted as well, and as I waited for him to finish, the other woman showed me the ballot package she had prepared for my mother. Once the printed ballots were ready, it would be popped in the mail, my mother could vote, and we would either drop her envelope in the mail or take it into their office.
It kind of felt like an “only in PEI” type of thing, very loose and easy, but now that I look it up they were following Elections Canada guidelines for a special ballot.
While many people in the world face huge barriers to casting their vote, I was made to feel like my vote mattered, that accommodating me was the most important job those women had. How lucky we are.
Top Internet searches across Atlantic Canada today will probably be for terms like “Dorian” and “what is an emergency kit again?” as we scramble to remove potential outdoor projectiles and gather supplies as a hurricane speeds northward.
The trend bots might note a strange blip in the area around Tyne Valley this morning as those who knew Dr. Joyce Madigane awaken to the news that former Zimbabwean president Robert Mugabe has died. You didn’t need to know Dr. Madigane well or for long to find out her feelings about her former countryman. She wasn’t a fan, to put it mildly.
I remember one of the last conversations I had with her in 2013. Mugabe must have been in the news for some outrageous thing or another (there were too many to recall), and I had asked for her thoughts. She told me what a hero he had been as a freedom fighter against white rule in Rhodesia, and lamented that his intelligence and boundless energy had later been used to oppress those he had fought to free, all while enriching himself and his family. She said wryly that he would outlive us all.
He did outlive Dr. Madigane, who died in 2014, so she didn’t get to see him unrepentantly resign in 2017 (or the sweet deals he and his family received for him stepping aside). She was too kind and professional to ever wish anyone ill, but I can’t help wondering how she would have been feeling today.