Prairie culture and hospitality
Soon I met my 'north' neighbour. They have two boys, 11 and 14. They are the neighbours who lost a 40 year old fir tree in the recent wind storm. I think there is damage to their pool, I am afraid.
Tonight I am reading the local newspapers. They are delivered free, to my door, with a whack of advertising inserts. In the city this would annoy me. But here, it is one way to learn about the services and culture. I bought my television from one of these ads! Obviously they work. The only things I found tonight were a rain barrel and some kitty litter.
But, alas! Can you believe it? There is an unreserved antique and collectible auction on May 8 with a large assortment of Southern Antiques, from down south in Georgia, North and South Carolina and Kentucky! I think I'll go. There must be a story in that!
And the president of my university, the University of Saskatchewan, will be at a special event on April 20 at the Art Gallery of Swift Current. Who knows, I might run into someone I know! I would love to go.
And there is a young local playwright whose performance of "The Day the Rhubarb Fell from the Sky" is playing for the week.
As I read through the advertising and newspaper, the doorbell rings. It is my neighbour on the corner, Anthea. I am cordially invited for coffee on Monday at 10am to meet my neighbours!
"Can I bring anything?" "No", she smiles.
But I know I will be bringing a treat. I think it will be Cherry Rose Rolls. What do you think?