Yesterday was Canada Day. It was a rainy cool day made brighter by my sister coming for a visit and an invite for a get-together from friends.
My sister's boyfriend was away at a friend's cottage, so she decided to come for a visit and then would be driving to meet her boyfriend at the cottage later. We desperately needed rain and boy, did we get it! Today, things already look greener and perkier. We just had a nice day at home and we made another strawberry, rhubarb pie!
In the evening, we went to friends' where we enjoyed munchies (ribs made in the smoker for a "snack"), and wonderful fireworks. We have spent other Canada Day evenings on their covered back porch watching the guys set up the fireworks and the kids bouncing around on the trampoline having some laughs. While others go camping or go to a cottage for Canada Day, we tend to stay closer to home.
I love being a Canadian. I know nothing different. I am proud of Canada's reputation in the world. Apparently many people think that Canadians are polite and tend to say "sorry" for everything. I probably fall into that category.
I have been amused over the years when I have met people from other countries who say they know someone in Canada, and do I know them? I live in a big country. My province alone is the size of some countries. But I have smiled and asked, "Oh, where do they live?" 'Cuz you never know, maybe I do actually know them!
However, I do not watch hockey, I do not say "eh", nor do I say "aboot" instead of "about". I do not particularly like Tim Horton's coffee, moose do not walk through our neighbourhood, and I spell these words correctly: colour, programme, centre.