My roomie and I made sure that all the groceries we bought at Sobey’s today were made in the US for immigration purposes. Suffice it to say that groceries are cheaper across the border than they are in the US. The only grocery store in our little village charges twice more than the cost of anything in the US. The store son has been eyeing me so my friend is nudging me to give him the green so we can get groceries for free or maybe even end up a millionaire daughter in law. Hopes! We got to the border with a bunch of stuff including strawberries shipped from CA, USA to Canada but made in Mexico. Bummer! Guard was cool with us, checked our stuff said everything was ok save for those strawberries. He gave us the option of packing on the white lines and eating up as much as we could before we could cross cover. Technically we ate those strawberries in the US.
Sitting at the border eating strawberries is not much fun. Food just tastes horrible when it’s forced down your throat especially at border controls whilst the guards had time to go over every page of my passport. NOT FUNNY! Still we ate. After going over one container we tried to offer the other to the Mexicans who drove behind us. They said, ‘no we grow that stuff.’ I will be losing my roommate soon she is moving to Winnipeg. Well not really, she has an interview for a job there next week. I am preparing my mind. I have decided to move down south by the end of May if I have not found a job. I will live with my brother who has been asking me to move there for a while now. Maybe I will meet a southern lad. He will call me ‘Shawty.’ This weekend I am all alone at home, alone with the dog. I have always thought that taking an animal away from its natural habitat is plain rude. To call it abuse would be to lighten the matter. I think it’s a result of people’s failure to live with each other and resorting to a distraction. Have something to dot on and take conversation away from their failings. A general observation no offense intended. We all think she has cancer. I will have to give her meds every day and hope she can eat up anyone who tries to come around the house despite her limp. There are man-camps close by. Why do I feel like I might be living a criminal minds scene this weekend? I swear I am sleeping with a gun next to me and will start shooting as soon as anyone walks into the house unannounced. So if you decide to come by call out to me from the road, I will only come down to answer the door after I have proved that it is you.
