The Outsider: Thanks
|By Will Jones - The Outsider | October 12, 2017|
So, did you have a good Thanksgiving? I hope so. My little family and I did, and we want to thank you folks for taking us into your community and your hearts in such a way that we have come to truly love Canada and this cozy little part of it called Haliburton County.
And, there are plenty of things to be thankful for here, especially when you hail from an over-crowded island, and a capital city crammed to the gunnels with people who are grouchy about being squished together all of the time.
For instance, I cleaned up and roto-tilled my veggie patch last weekend. Not much to be thankful for, I hear you say, but a plot of land the size of my veggie patch would have a mid-size block of flats built upon it (a condo to you guys) and 25 of the aforementioned grouchy families living in it in London. And, there’d be even fewer veggies than I managed to grow this year, too. So, I’m definitely thankful for it.
And, while I’m in the mood to be thankful, or give thanks, seeing as how it’s Thanksgiving, I’d like to express my gratitude to Jeff for getting me my first ever chainsaw. Oh yeah, I got a rototiller and a chainsaw this year (and a dirt bike for Little Z). I’m catching you local guys up with my collection of two stroke toys.
I am thankful for my chainsaw, for all the sensible reasons surrounding the cutting of wooden stuff but also because on the evening that I brought it home we had friends from England visiting. A doctor and his wife, no less. And, said doctor had recently purchased a new, very fancy Porsche.
Now, I was suitably impressed by his car but he was beside himself with jealousy when it came to my second-hand chainsaw. Ha ha! I guess Porsche’s are two a penny in London but chainsaw ... not so common.
I mentionned the dirt bike, didn’t I? Thanks go to Izac (our neighbour), for that. Its ear splitting “Riingdiing diing diing” can be heard as Little Z wobbles tentatively up the road, trailing a cloud of blue smoke. I may have the mix a bit rich, but it’s so much fun that my lovely wife has to stay indoors so as not to get ‘over excited’.
Thankfully, we can also thank the Reid family for allowing us to use their dirt bike track, too. It saves my lovely wife from strangling me or Little Z in her ‘excitement’.
And, while I think of her, I should give thanks for my lovely wife, the light of my life, who may, one day, come around to the fact that I really do need a four-wheeler, to complete my set of rural Canadian boy’s toys. Here’s hoping.
I guess I’ve got quite a lot to be thankful for. My happy family, my life here and the many opportunities to do all kinds of cool and unusual stuff (for an English boy) are all down to you, Canada, and the folks of many races, creeds and colours that have gone before to make this country such a wonderful place to live in. Here’s giving thanks to you
WILL JONES - is The Outsider