Good-bye to You!
It’s been one-hundred and fifty-two days, but who’s counting? I arrived January 5th to experience the worst winter in decades. The good thing, I guess, is that I wasn’t the only one moaning. A scant five months later and half-way Canadianized again, it’s time to be on my way.
In the wee small hours Saturday morning, I’ll set off with just enough gas to make it to a Detroit suburb and a gas station where it’s safe to get out the truck. At $5.22 locally, there’s a $2 per (US) gallon difference in price. As I’ve told people a hundred times in the past 153 days, ‘No, I can’t afford that, I’m a poor American.’
This is being posted a little early as I have to return my modem to Bell Canada (eh?) on Friday so my internet will be cut off until I cross the border Saturday morning and can turn Verizon data back onto my phone. I’ll jump on my laptop using the WiFi at whatever Knoxville area motel I land at, then, I’m not really sure.
So in advance, here’s the Facebook cover picture that is the last in the series of ” X Days and a wake-up”
Assuming all goes well with getting my camper out of one neighbor’s back yard, then getting a second neighbor to teach me how to hook up the water – including flushing the winterized and anti-freezed lines and firing up the hot water heater – then attaching everybody’s favorite connection, the sewer hose. The power should be straight forward, though for the next month, I’m not counting on anything being straightforward.
Ahmoan be a lot more prepared headed south with a cat who is terrified that he is going to the Vet. I won’t have to make a side trip to a small-town Wal-Mart to get Clorox Clean Up and paper towels. This time, his carrier will be lined with paper towel and red tissue paper, which he seems to have taken to.
Not without trepidation, I am looking forward to this next phase of my life. I’ll keep posting my foibles, and hopefully, even the odd success!
The past five months have been interesting. Next time around, I’ll be better-prepared.
Lesson number one: I don’t care how much snow I shoveled in Timmins fifty years ago at forty below zero seven months of the year, I have long-forgotten what cold and snow are actually like. Lesson number two: bring cash, lots of it, because after you get over the sticker shock and decide to make the investment, you’ll still be 13% short when the sales tax is factored in.
Lesson number three: There’s NO free lunch, nor Health Care. Just as the taxpayers in the US will soon find out after eight years under a Socialist President, keeping us old folks alive is a very expensive proposition best left to the private sector. As a very wise man once said, “Put the government in charge of the Sahara and in five years there’d be a shortage of sand.”
Thanks to my cousins Al and Doug plus their wives Debbie and Linda for their company and generosity. Thanks, too, to my cousin Morag for lunch at The Mandarin; it’s amazing how easy it is to forget that so many years have gone by. And thanks to my cousin Janice, a current Georgia resident who is able to handle this Canadian – American culture shift much better than I have been able to. I appreciated being able to sound off to someone who understood.
I’m better used to Canada now, though I can’t say it’s been an easy transition. But I made it – I’ve done my 153 days – so Canada, Good-Bye to You, eh?Share