If you’re a person who aspires to making the world a better place, doing good, not harm, then you’ll be having a hard time stomaching what’s going on south of the border right now. It sinks you soooooo low, makes you feel angry, astounded, outraged, depressed, and, as a Canadian, powerless to do anything about it apart from wearing a pink pussy hat and marching on the street. Which, in Ottawa, was fantastic, by the way.
So for mental health purposes, what do you do? You take a Donald Trump-free day, hop in the car, pick up Mom and sister Doritt, and head for the country, Mom with her sketch pad because she painted watercolours all her life and, at almost 91, isn’t about to stop, and you with your camera, because taking pictures is your favourite thing these days and there’s a beautiful dusting of snow on the trees. Doritt, she provides excellent company and a loving vibe. And you head up the Ottawa Valley past Pakenham and drive down country roads you never noticed before, getting lost and not caring, and it’s hilly and gorgeous and you feel a little better by the time you get back to the TV and CNN coverage of the latest poison heaped upon the people of the United States and beyond.