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You asked, part 3

20 Apr

Michael’s back was sore when he went to bed last night, and this morning, he almost couldn’t get out of bed.  My leg was asleep, so we were both moaning as we struggled to meet the day.  I guess this is what people don’t like about getting older.  Ha!  Not that a numb leg is a sign of age, just sleeping in a funny position (on a large mound of pillows in an effort stave off pregnancy-induced heartburn).  It turns out Jade has a temperature today, so I feel like I’m surrounded by invalids. 

Jade’s down for her nap, Michael’s relaxing his back on the couch in front of the boob tube, I finally finished the tax returns last night, and I’m actually not sleepy for once, even though I’m still in pajamas.  I was momentarily at a loss for what to do with myself.  Good gracious, time at the computer that doesn’t come in snatches?  This is unheard of!

And so, I am finally getting back to those questions you asked me, way back on, like, April 10th.  Goodness, that’s like the Dark Ages, isn’t it?

Let’s start with the easy ones, shall we?

Michael of Michael’s Meanderings asked, “What’s your favourite thing about your husband?”

Well, it’s certainly not his charming way of publicly fishing for compliments.  But I do admit that this kind of thing shows his playful nature, which is something I greatly appreciate.  That sense of fun and not being quite grown up when it comes to play makes him a veritable pied piper; he’s the one that kids flock to at parties, even, as at the last Fritzen family reunion in Germany, when they don’t even have a language in common.  I imagine that if there were more kids on our street, they’d come over to our house and ask him to come out to play.  I like that.

Marian, also known as Michael’s mom, asked, “When are you coming to visit? (hee hee)”

Hmm, why does this question sound familiar?  Oh, right, because we get asked it all the time!  Don’t worry, I know it’s ’cause we’re so lovable and you miss us.  But you didn’t really want me to answer that, did you?

And finally, Malva had a great question that I’ve been itching to get to: “My question is about northern living.  I don’t know where you are on a green scale, but I imagine you’re concerned about climate change.  So:  Do you think living in the Yukon can be sustainable?  And, what actions, if any, have you taken to try and reduce your ecological footprint?  What do you think could be done by someone who lives in the North to reduce their impact?”

That’s an interesting question, Malva, because I hadn’t really spent a lot of time thinking about it from this particular angle.

So, diving right in, what kinds of things have we done, personally, to reduce our ecological footprint?  Well, at our house, we recycle almost everything that can be recycled: paper, plastic, glass, aluminum, compost.  The fact that we usually have just one bag of garbage every two weeks for our household of three plus two pets is probably a pretty good indicator of how successful we are at that.  We used cloth diapers on Jade for as long as possible.  We bought a high-efficiency washer when the old one died.  We are a one-vehicle family and drive a relatively fuel-efficient car.  We have a programmable thermostat that turns the heat down at night in winter.  We weatherproof our house.  We use compact fluorescent bulbs, even in the chandeliers, which seemed unsightly at first, but I don’t even notice anymore.  We turn out the lights when we don’t use them.  I guess it’s not a spectacular contribution, but we do what we can.

What about the Yukon as a region?  People come to live in the Yukon for the lifestyle; they don’t want to see the forests and lakes die.  It’s our backyard and our playground.  And we’ve already seen some of the effects of global warming around here.  It’s definitely a matter of concern.

So what are some of the tangible ways of dealing with it?  Well, there’s the above-mentioned recycling program; the private non-profit society that runs it, Raven Recycling, is truly dedicated to the cause, and collects as much recyclable material as possible, despite the fact that many of these materials actually cost the organization money to collect.  It uses the profitable stuff, like white paper and aluminum cans, to subsidize the money-losers like mixed paper.  That mentality reflects the thinking of the community here, I believe.  I doubt there’s any city with a higher participation rate in recycling (and it’s not even curbside pick-up recycling), not to mention the muncipal composting program. 

The power in Whitehorse is drawn first from two wind turbines, next from the hydro-electric dam, and only when absolutely necessary are the diesel generators fired up, usually when we have a sustained period of -40 weather.

I admit that Whitehorse is a city that is challenging to get around by bus.  Take me as an example.  The bus runs right by my door and practically right to my place of work, yet I drive because in order to get Jade to daycare first, it would take a bus change and about two hours to do.  In my car, I can get her there and me to work in about 25 minutes.  And that includes the time it takes me to go inside with her.  But that takes me to my point that no matter where you live in Whitehorse, you’re unlikely to be more than a 20-minute drive from anywhere you want to go.  That is surely more efficient than the two-hour commute many southern city-dwellers commit every day.

I’ve never lived outside of Whitehorse in my time in the Yukon (the city contains two-thirds of the territory’s population, by the way) but I think I might have an inkling of the lifestyle in “the communities” (where the other third of the population lives) because of the four years we spent in Fort Liard.  The thing with living in a small place like that is, you see your place in the world more clearly.  When our lights were on, we knew the power was coming from the plant across the street (which was burning diesel).  When we used water, we knew that it had been treated at the treatment plant and trucked to our house.  You see where your garbage goes and you see the sewage lagoon and you know your contribution to it.  It’s so much easier, in a big city, to feel sealed off and above all that… crap.

Additionally, a lot of those communities still have a lot of the traditional lifestyle going on.  In Fort Liard, anyway, some of the families subsisted almost entirely on hunted meat.  You may or may not agree with hunting, but the truth is that responsible hunting has a much smaller environmental impact than a meat farm does.

To add to the lifestyle argument, it’s amazing the number of organic-produce farms there are in the Yukon.  In the summertime, you can get all your vegetables locally and organically grown, a bit of dairy, and in the fall you can get organic meat to stock the freezer with, too.

I’m not saying we don’t contribute to climate change issues.  We have people driving around in big empty trucks and SUVs, we have people who litter, and people who live in larger-than-absolutely-necessary homes (guilty there).  Probably 90% of what we buy is trucked up from the south, which is certainly energy-intensive.  We have longer and harsher winters that mean running our furnaces for longer.  But I think that if we had to be self-sustaining, we’d do a heck of a better job than Toronto at supplying our own food and not ravaging the land as we went about it.  There are only 30,000 of us up here in a land about half the size of Ontario; just by sheer numbers, that’s more sustainable than any place south of 60.

Well, well, I know I got a bit carried away there, but I just got so wrapped up in the topic.  Thanks for the great question, Malva, and if you have any rebuttals or more questions, please comment away.  I don’t pretend to be an expert on the subject, but, well, I think we do what we can.

Whew!  That concludes this very long post, but now I feel like I’ve filled a debt of some kind.  There’s nothing like feeling productive while sitting on your butt.

You asked…

9 Apr

Hee hee!  Some fun stuff here!

MommyTime asked…

  1. What is one book you love and why?
  2. If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you pick and why?
  3. And what’s something you looove to eat?

One book I love to read

Oooh, MommyTime, you asked me some toughies!  ONE book I love?  How to choose?!  It’s no secret that I am a huge fan of juvenile fiction; classics like The Secret Garden, Five Children and It, and A Little Princess I’ve read over and over again over the years, and I’ve also found many more modern tales that I love. 

But let’s see, if I had to choose something a little more mature, I’d probably pick Like Water for Chocolate.  It’s a romantic novel, but it has a fairy-tale flair to it that I can’t resist.  And it’s written like a cross between a cook-book and a diary.  What girl can resist good food (especially with chocolate in it!) and a little gossip?  I also love the idea of ones emotions flowing into ones creations, the way Tita’s flows into her cooking, inflaming the eaters of her food with the same feelings.  The Chinese believe in this, too; one should be happy and joyful when cooking because that energy is transferred into the dish.

Oooh, but then there’s The Time-Traveler’s Wife, and the recently discovered Thursday Next series.  Stop me now or I’ll never stop…

A place I’d like to travel

I was having some notions of travelling to Taiwan this year.  Taiwan is where my mother grew up, and where that whole side of the family still lives.  The last time I was there, I was about 6 years old, so I only have splashes of memories: waking up to the cock crowing, children teasing me and my sister through the screen door of my grandparents’ house, calling us “big nose”, bright red (hibiscus?) flowers, crowded streets on the back of my grandfather’s motorbike.

The last time I saw my maternal grandparents was when they came to visit us in Northern Ontario back in, hmm, 1993, perhaps?  My grandfather has since died, and I would love an opportunity to get to know my grandmother a bit before it’s too late.  Particularly with this pregnancy, though, I don’t know if going to Taiwan in high summer is a good idea.

And someday I want to go back to that little place in Mexico where my sister got married in November.  Maybe just with Michael this time.  *dreamy sigh*

Something I love to eat

Oh dear, again, how to choose?  You see, I looooove food, and I love such a variety of foods.  I sure have been having a lot of chocolate lately.  (Michael accuses me of making our future child chemically imbalanced, but I read a study somewhere that says pregnant moms who eat chocolate once a day have happier babies.  So there.  Pbththt!)  Right now, if I could choose one thing to have that absolutely looove, it would be my mom’s spring rolls.  She would make her own skins and it’s a ton of work to make the stuffing and then roll the darn things and then deep-fry them.  But damn!  They’re worth it.  If only we hadn’t been living apart for the last 14 years, I’m sure I would have learned by now how to make them just her way.

Thanks for the great questions, MommyTime!  I’m going to stop here for tonight — more answers to more questions next time! — because I really need to get some work done in the kitchen.  Michael’s away and Jade and I had sandwiches for supper because we were running late.  I need to create something for lunch tomorrow and plan something a little more complete for tomorrow night’s meal. 

That’s assuming we end up even going to work/daycare tomorrow, of course.  There’s chicken pox going around at the daycare and they think maybe Jade has it.  I’ll be counting spots in the morning…