Welcome to my New Home!

I have moved back to my birthplace - a town of about 1800 in rural New Brunswick, Canada.

I have been gone for 20 years working in various cities, but not a lot has changed around here. People still leave their keys in their cars and their front doors unlocked...people still walk into your house without knocking and help themselves to a cup of coffee....and neighbors are both nosey AND some of the most helpful and wholesome folks you will ever find!

I am not sure if I will fit in here. I am used to "breakfast, lunch and dinner", not "breakfast, dinner and supper" which leads to all kinds of confusion when my friends show up at noon for a meal I was making at 6pm. I am also used to wearing $100 Lululemon yoga pants not $15 WalMart specials. (Not that there is anything wrong with WalMart!).

I have a convertible, which is completely inappropriate for a town that has snow 6 months of the year. I loved it when the old-timers would say, half-smiling, "So, you gonna be driving that car this winter?" like I might have just fell off the turnip truck the night before. I'd make my big blue eyes as big as I could as I would sweetly reply "Do you think I could....?"

Well, I WILL adjust, I WILL! One way or another, I want to be part of this town. I want to "be the me I was when I was child", not the one I created while living in the city.

So, let me share my experiences with you, as I adjust to this new, but old, environment.


Monday, November 21, 2011

Oh, Deer!

So my friend Angela and I decide to take a quick trip to the Falls. No, not "Niagara Falls", where more than 168,000 cubic m (6 million cubic ft) of water go over the crestline of the falls every minute during peak daytime tourist hours. I mean "Grand Falls", which is kind of like the P-A's nearest bit of civilization. By civilization, I mean can go to McDonalds in Grand Falls, AND, if the stars are aligned, I might also be able to buy a pair of Franco Sarto boots at the one shoe store that carries more than steel-toed workboots.  

So, anyway, we just barely get on the highway in my Baby, when out of the corner of my left eye, I see something that scares me so bad I start hyperventilating and slap my right hand to my heart to make sure it is still beating. For a full kilometre, I was only going 80km and hour. My Baby started to hyperventilate, too, as She is used to travelling along that stretch of highway at twice that speed.

So, what I saw looking at me from the back of the pick-up truck beside us was two beautiful faces with big, brown eyes. The empty eyes of two deer.

What is left of the city girl inside me freaked out at seeing dead things in the vehicle beside me on the highway.
But the country girl inside me gave myself a few thuds on the chest to get the heart pumping again, and sped up to....ummmm....a faster speed, so Angela could take some shots at the deer. Pictures, I mean.

Angela tried to snap pictures of the deer on the back of the truck from far away. That didn't work. Then she took pictures from behind, but near the truck. That didn't work. So I finally pulled right beside the truck with two dead deer on the back, and kept pace with them while Angela tried to get a picture.


Chasing the Truck Down the Highway
I am sure the driver of the Quebec-plated truck was wondering what the heck two blond women were doing chasing him down the highway at top speed, then easing the Miata up beside him. Maybe he thinks that how men get picked up in New Brunswick....drive your dead deer around on the back of you truck until a woman sees it and gets all excited and chases you down. Oh, deer.
Kinda Icky, Actually. Why Did I want a Picture of This??
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