cherries … sometimes life is like a bowl of cherries, Canadian ones!
Dear Sobeys, your big, dark, plump, and beautiful cherries looked amazing. BUT what’s this? All of the bags had the tops folded over, so I couldn’t see where they were sourced from! The price was unbelievable, too, 2.69 lb. Too good to be true, so I peeled down the tops of a couple of the plastic bags to reveal they were from Washington, US.
Shit! or should I say shoot? I wanted them so badly… but I went over to the other aisle and paid over $ 8 a pound for the yellow cherries from Canada (B.C.). It hurt, but I felt good about myself. I’m supporting my own country from the aggression shown to us by a deranged person leading the once great nation to the south of us.
It’s the little things that count. That the store had to fold down all the tops of those bags must have been a PIA, but they did it, and I’m not liking that at all! C’mon, Sobeys, you are better than that. Don’t play games with us, we’re Canadians after all and have a few smarts, dontcha think?
That was the start of my weekend foray into spending more time at the lake. Had to stock up on groceries. Fixing my toilet tank a couple of weeks ago gave me a renewed interest in being here. I’m now lakeside, writing my blog. The boats are returning from an evening of fishing, and I’m sure we’ll be having a fish fry tomorrow (fingers crossed : ).
I’ve brought up an antenna with me to see if I can get free TV reception. I’ll work on that tomorrow. A squirrel is trying to get into my cabin, but I’m keeping an eye on it. Meanwhile, a tapping noise is also distracting me until I realized it is our resident woodpecker. It’s very smoky here from all the forest fires, but it is bearable. Everything is green and I’m at the lake. Nivana lives here.
It’s been a week of ups and downs. As we age, life should get easier, right? Why can’t I just ignore what’s happening in the world? The young ones seem to be oblivious to it. Try as I might, it keeps coming back at me. It seems like every single day, the political shit happening south of us just gets more unbelievable!
I’m not alone on this, I think we older people are more attuned to what’s going on around us. Our parents fought and lived through the Second World War, giving of their lives even, for democracy. We live in the Land of True North Strong and Free because of their sacrifices. This should never be forgotten!
This is what bothers me the most. I wonder if others feel the same. Will we be going to war again, and who will our allies be? The United Kingdom, for sure, but south of us… hmmmm. Why am I so anxious about all this? Well, it’s because of my kids and my grandkids, and that’s what makes this so important to me.
I wish I could ignore all this bullshit the pedophile south of us is causing, but every day he creates a new atrocity. Where is this all going to end, I wonder…..
My groceries were almost two hundred dollars, and those expensive cherries didn’t help, but they will ease the pain somewhat. It’s my first time spending more than an overnight. I usually bum off my kids to get fed, if I’m only here for one night. My routine Sunday ritual when I’m here longer is to make breakfast for whomever is up for the weekend.
Pancakes (cheap), sausages (not so cheap), and assorted fruits, juices, and something sweet… apple fritters this time (my favourite : ). Life is good when I’m here, and I can forget world problems. This peaceful serenity is manna for my soul. I have requested that my ashes be buried behind the outhouse when I die.
When my granddaughter was young, I got her to collect stones and make a memorial of sorts for when I die. I wanted to introduce her to life and death in a good way. I still mourn the loss of my nana when I was only 20 years old. I loved her so much. I chose behind the outhouse for this (it is grandfathered into our lots here) because when partying around the fire at night, most use the outhouse.
I know, but she was excited, and I liked the irony of it … yes, I have a weird sense of humour. I also talk to my mom when no one is around. I feel her presence here a lot. This is a family compound of sorts, and even if we are not talking to each other (it happens), we are still family, gotta love it, eh?
and that’s a wrap…
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