Blow Out The Candles Canada
Monday, July 2, 2007
The day started off rocky when I made a fresh full batch of smoothies and upon pulling the container off the base somehow dismantled the bottom thus causing several glasses of berry-puree to gush out onto my pajamas (and the floor, and the counter, and in the drawers). But after that was cleaned up (ever notice how hard it is to pick up liquid?) Ciaran and I decided to celebrate the (birth)day outside, away from the TV, away from the Diana concert or news of Paris Hilton’s rehabilitation (I’m not even going to give a link for this). We went to Stanley Park and rollerbladed around the seawall, stopping to eat a picnic lunch on Third Beach, and then later on went to dinner (Italian!) and watched Sicko at 5th Avenue theatre.
Sicko was great, really well done, and very sad at times. And on this, Canada day, I couldn’t be more greatful to have the health care I have here in Canada. So big love to you Canada, you are like a mother to me, a big tree-filled mother.
Now I sleep.
3 Comments:
At the risk of sounding unpopular I always found Canada to be more of frigid end-of-unpleasant-marriage kind of woman. Not really motherly at all. That could just be my perception. To be totally fair though I've found England to be a shrill, demanding harpy who despite early promises fails utterly to live up the hype when you actually get down to the bedroom Olympics. So perhaps Canada wasn't so bad. Both easily surpassed by Australia which is more of your rampant insatiable bi-curious teen surfer chick with open minded girlfriends and a penchant for messy food sex in public places.
I'm sorry. That got out of hand quite quickly.
Yes, but Canada isn't YOUR mother, is she? She's mine, dammit. MINE.
Question: What kind of woman would South Africa be?
Canada is technically my mother, although we're somewhat estranged. South Africa. Hmm. Slightly crazy and alluring in a rough hewn sort of way? Farm girl, tomboy, roll in the hay kind of a woman?