So my father and I went out for coffee this morning, which is a weekend habit of ours. After the coffee, we wandered into the local grocery store where they were handing out FREE cake and coffee! D-oh! I smack myself at the mere memory. It's not like they don't do this every year. Why can't I remember? Even though I was all coffeed-out, I forced myself to drink another one to wash down my very enjoyable Canada Day cake.
I also forgot to buy myself a Canada Day T-shirt. Did I mention how patriotic I am? Don't laugh, you Americans! This is patriotism for the extremely busy. Besides, I'm patriotic IN MY HEART all the time, even if I forget about T-shirts and free coffee. Apparently there are free hot dogs at various locations too, but I'm not about to waste valuable stomach space on a hot dog. Anyway, back to the T-shirts. In the grocery store they were selling them, so I enquired about sizes. It seemed that huge volumes of patriots with far less to do than me had stampeded in there and bought up all the smalls, mediums, and larges when I wasn't looking. A helpful staff member held up my two remaining options: child size small, and adult extra large. I considered which one would garner fewer snickers and pointing fingers. Hmm. Finally, I came home and commandeered my husband's medium.
So now I'm ready! But for what? There are free concerts downtown and there will be fireworks later. My plans are to enjoy a husbandless (he's working) evening of anime, writing, and telephone-talking to a dear friend on the other side of the continent. I'm not taking any chances of getting trampled by the madding crowds in their perfectly sized Canada flag T-shirts! No sir, not me. I'll raise a glass to Canada tomorrow at the barbeque I'm going to.
Happy birthday, Canada! Despite your flaws, I love you. I love what you represent and how you never stop trying. I'm proud to say I'm a Canadian.