Ontario

Suddenly I realized my daughter is going to be an Ontarian.

Not sure why this bothers me but the thought of my little girl saying “aboot”, instead of about, the fact that she’s likely to develop some sort of breathing problem and that she is destined to be a horrible driver, gives me shivers up my spine.

I grew up in Saskatchewan where kindness and patience were always practiced. I spent a few weeks in the Northwest Territories and the place reminded me of home. Nobody flips you off or tailgates you for pulling out in 100 feet in front of them. The give a penny take a penny rule is in effect up to 10 cents, and if you’re still short, the person in line behind you (not snarling at your lack of preparation and existence on the same plane as theirs) will gladly oblige a few dollars.

My stress levels dropped during my sojourn, and every time I go back to my hometown in Saskatchewan I always come away feeling recharged and more patient with the screaming heads of this area. I guess that’s why I moved away from the small city of Sarnia and found a little spot where I can take a drive at 80 kilometres and hour in my old truck, wave to every set of fenders I meet and cool down when the city stress gets to me.

Knowing the kids are a 15-20 minute drive from any curb or convenience store also gives me some comfort.

Hey does anyone have the cliffnotes version on raising poultry? This could replace office chatter if I’m ever lonely for the office. HA!