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blame Canada
Jul. 4th, 2003 11:03 pmWhat a day! I got up at a decent time, but I felt nappish for most of the day. Ended up sleeping from about 6:30 to 8 PM, when it was time to get up and have dinner. Originally we were going to make tacos for dinner (because nobody had bothered to plan for the "holiday" aspect), but while I was asleep the momster ducked out and bought steaks, corn on the cob, that sort of thing. So we had a somewhat more complicated dinner than usual (4 dishes? 5? up from the usual 2 to 3, anyway), but neither of us really liked the steak.
My mother was going to put a flag out today, and I was like, "Do we have to be patriotic?"
"Do you wish you didn't live in this country?"
"I wish I didn't live under this administration, that's for sure."
"Where would you rather live?" (here I edit some yammer about freedoms and democracy and that jabber.)
I thought about it for a minute, and firmly replied, "CANADA."
(You know, any of my ancestors who lived in the US at the time - most were still in Europe, but there were some who'd come over on the Mayflower & were New Englanders - they fled to Canada during the American Revolution, they were pretty much mostly Tories. The other day I joked that I wanted to have a big English tea today, tea and scones.) In reality I'm not THAT hostile to the US, and I recognize that there are good things about living here, but seriously, the political situation blows and the current administration is making us look worse and worse to the rest of the world.
In celebration of Canada, I watched the Degrassi: The Next Generation marathon on Noggin for part of the evening. Nothin' like junior high drama to make a holiday glow. (Man, Spike's daughter is just... not cute.)
After dinner I got into a sticky situation involving a frightened cat, a frightened dog, and an extra-long leash wrapped around my ankles. My Paul Frank ska shirt now has a small hole in the stomach and my stomach is scratched. Damned fireworks. I am at least happy that I have no broken limbs, having toppled the way that I did (nervous dog wove the leash around my feet while I was trying to get the increasingly-terrified N-cat out of the room, and then I had to drop N-cat to keep myself from falling over onto the dog with N-cat in my arms). Sucks about the shirt, though.
A year ago today, I accidentally killed a bird in my driveway, too. Very upsetting. I still think about that bird and know where it's buried and stuff. & in a few days it will be the anniversary of my neighbor's death. Last year he and the other kids who died in that wreck did some really good fireworks for our street. This year it has been much quieter. His parents sold the house and moved, and I don't think the people who live there now have kids.
My mother was going to put a flag out today, and I was like, "Do we have to be patriotic?"
"Do you wish you didn't live in this country?"
"I wish I didn't live under this administration, that's for sure."
"Where would you rather live?" (here I edit some yammer about freedoms and democracy and that jabber.)
I thought about it for a minute, and firmly replied, "CANADA."
(You know, any of my ancestors who lived in the US at the time - most were still in Europe, but there were some who'd come over on the Mayflower & were New Englanders - they fled to Canada during the American Revolution, they were pretty much mostly Tories. The other day I joked that I wanted to have a big English tea today, tea and scones.) In reality I'm not THAT hostile to the US, and I recognize that there are good things about living here, but seriously, the political situation blows and the current administration is making us look worse and worse to the rest of the world.
In celebration of Canada, I watched the Degrassi: The Next Generation marathon on Noggin for part of the evening. Nothin' like junior high drama to make a holiday glow. (Man, Spike's daughter is just... not cute.)
After dinner I got into a sticky situation involving a frightened cat, a frightened dog, and an extra-long leash wrapped around my ankles. My Paul Frank ska shirt now has a small hole in the stomach and my stomach is scratched. Damned fireworks. I am at least happy that I have no broken limbs, having toppled the way that I did (nervous dog wove the leash around my feet while I was trying to get the increasingly-terrified N-cat out of the room, and then I had to drop N-cat to keep myself from falling over onto the dog with N-cat in my arms). Sucks about the shirt, though.
A year ago today, I accidentally killed a bird in my driveway, too. Very upsetting. I still think about that bird and know where it's buried and stuff. & in a few days it will be the anniversary of my neighbor's death. Last year he and the other kids who died in that wreck did some really good fireworks for our street. This year it has been much quieter. His parents sold the house and moved, and I don't think the people who live there now have kids.
