“I know you’ll feel a lot better if you just come for a ride. Who doesn’t love a parade?”
Me, that’s who. So once again I am forced to spend a day in the life of a crazy Canuck. This is me on the dashboard hurtling down a country road at top speeds. That dull humming sound you hear are my muffled screams.
“We are taking you to Cranbrook’s annual Sam Steele Days celebration. Plus, it’s a great warm up to Canada’s 150th birthday party.”
Ha-a-a. 150 years. That’s nothing. I lost count when I hit 200 years of age. Stopped celebrating the passage of time right about then. Too many candles. Too many trees. However, I may not see not see 300 if I cannot escape.
She tries to appease me with her interpretation of a Swedish Fika** Where’s the cake?
My second humiliation of the day is posing with her country’s flag. Do I look like I belong?
Wait. Things are looking up. Look at those colours. Remind anyone of a country’s flag.
Then I recognized something. If you look very closely over my right shoulder there is a slightly out of focus Viking. Have they invaded Canada? Are they here to celebrate? Are they here to take me home?
I was finally at ease until I turned around and saw this. I think one of them is looking right at me. I must take cover.
Ahh refuge in the top of the big Dane’s hat. Here I will stay until I am safely back home.
Signed a displaced Swedish Tomte with no name.
**Fika is coffee and sweets to be enjoyed with friends.