In winter the roads here are white.
This is because of the salt they use to melt ice. It’s not always cold enough to use gravel on
the roads like they do in Alberta. Drivers
here are impatient and consequently rude.
They will honk for any and every reason; if you don’t put your foot on
the gas the second the light goes green or, if you’re moving, if you even take
your foot off the gas, they might honk at you.
They think that the safe distance you leave between cars is a space to
be moved into.
We had some perfect Alberta weather days such as I love a couple of
weeks ago – crisp and cold (but not arctic) and brilliantly sunny. Often the skies here are a dull blanket of
grey, grey and grey. Even in the summer.
I am at last done my wildfire afghan for my yellow, yellow and yellow
living room. As I have been cold for the
first time in about eight years, I may be in great need of it. I have also been crocheting roses. Our oldest daughter, who is getting married
in July, is as deeply into crochet as I am.
She does craft shows and does them very successfully but she prefers to
do larger crocheted objects. So I am
crocheting roses to make her wedding bouquet.
Besides the obvious greenery she will add, she is also going to weave in
some purple coloured yarn which will coordinate with the bridesmaids’ dresses. These are the roses posing against the
afghan.
The Storehouse is open until noon Saturdays. A couple of weeks ago at about 11:30 we got a
phone call from someone asking for directions.
Paul tried to help him figure out where to go. At 5 to 12, he called again, still lost, and
this time Paul figured out that the reason he was lost was that he was in
Markham instead of Etobicoke. This is
not as unlikely as it sounds. It seems
like every town in Ontario has the same street names so it’s easy to get in the
wrong place. We said we would wait for
him but by a quarter to one, I was starting to wonder if he was going to get
there at all. He walked in at 5 to. He explained that his phone, which had been
his GPS, had died unexpectedly on him (when do people count on their phones
dying?). He had had no idea where he was
going, had never been to the storehouse before and he had only arrived at the
right place at all, he said, because he had prayed. He exclaimed it over and over, he was so
impressed that his prayer had been answered so quickly once he had voiced it.
