That's my wednesday morning ritual.
Good rituals are good habits
Wednesdays are the days that our local paper comes out.
Most often I go to town,
Pick up the paper, go to Timmie's (Tim Hortons, for you uncanadians)
Have a coffee & a bagel & the paper.
This morning I didn't go to town,
But still had my ritual.
(I may need 2 cups this morning)
I have almost an unreasonable anticipation for wednesdays
There is hardly ever anything in the paper that I didn't already know
Small towns being what they are
I already knew about the state of the timber industry, the new drama lady who had come to town, the fact that we will likely have a harsh fire season because of the dry winter, the occurance of the banker's variety show this past weekend, that there had been a charge in the sinking of the "Queen of the North" in which 2 local residents were never found, that the grad fashion show is coming up, that the Taskeo mine project is controversial, that local teenager Taya is in the children's hospital with cancer, that Art had turned 90, and that our friend Bud had died peacfully.
I did not know that an impaired driver drove into the ditch, that a home in Forest Grove had burnt down because of a chimney fire, that the Garlic Festival was being resurrected, that 2 local girls had been invitied to play in an elite Vancouver spring hocky league, that there had been a fire drill at the junior high, or that the South Cariboo Idol search is underway.
I do know that this post will likely have bored you all to tears.
Sorry 'bout that.
That's life in a small town.
And I love it.
(What I don't know is why when I tab to the next line, there is a space between the lines, does anyone else know??)