Usually in this column I reserve my opinions to such mundane things as learning how to snowboard, living without cable TV and dating a tyrannical BBQ-ing dictator who wont let me cook meat.
But seeing as a war with Iraq is looking more and more likely, Im using this weeks space to write a column of a more serious nature.
Like most of us, I woke up on Monday to a CBC radio newscaster announcing that diplomacy had failed and a war with Iraq was imminent.
It should have come as no surprise. Monday was the latest deadline in a series of deadlines, threats and ultimatums in the past few months. Naively, I guess, Ive been holding out over that time for a peaceful resolution to this conflict (I apologize for the jargon but its now been ingrained deep in our collective psyche and it just rolls right off the keyboard.)
Monday morning however, was the first time a small knot formed in the pit of my stomach. It was a knot of dread and fear. And I havent been able to shake it since. In fact, it just seems to be getting bigger.
The thing is, all week Ive been thinking about how another war is going to affect my little life in Whistler, about how things are going to change for me, about how Im going to have to adapt.
One of my first thoughts was about the price of gas. How are we going to afford a gas hike, even a miniscule hike, when we can barely afford to fill the tank now? Our tank seems to be getting bigger and bigger every week. Either that, or it has a hole in it.
Now were going to be taking the bus to work, I thought to myself as I listened to the radio announcer how horribly inconvenient. Although, admittedly, its entirely more environmental friendly.
Then I thought about how we needed to get cable TV. We live in Emerald and we cant seem to get any channels, try as we might. Weve been living without TV entirely for the past eight months and somehow coping. True enough, if there was a record for how much money you can spend at a video store in a week, we would win it hands down Im sure.
My only complaint about the lack of cable is being the last one to find out about things, and as a reporter thats very frustrating. I didnt find out about the shuttle exploding until hours after it happened. I didnt find out about the avalanche in Revelstoke until after the weekend.