*discalimer: the photos are in the end of the post, if you want to skip the reading it has nothing to do with them...
don't get me wrong, I love living in a small town, it has its perks... everything is close at hand, every body knows each other, which means the chances of your kids getting lost is almost zero... you get to enjoy the authentic flavour of the earth (not the earth itself, but things growing in it, but you sure got that)
but then again, that is the life they know... because people who live in a province will most often than not be - how should I put it? - provincial... daaaa... groundbreaking, yeah? they will get involved in their neighbours' life like it were their own, and they won't even notice when they are doing it...
exp. 1 - in the bus (yes, THE bus because there is only one line that comes into the neighbourhood where I live, and it makes its appearance every 55 minutes)
Random neighbour (meaning the old lady lives in the neighbourhood, NOT near my house, mind you) - Hey, Vanessa! What are you doing going around? Don't you have to prepare lunch?
Me (shocked) - yeah, but you see, I'm around. So if you feel like inviting me over for lunch that would be great!
RN - oh, well, I see. Nice seeing you.
Me (sweet smile) - yeah, always a pleasure.
exp. 2 - retelling of the previous event at the in-laws.
MIL - But you could have told her what you were doing.
Me - uhum. I COULD have, but didn't feel like doing it. It is my life so I guess I can decide whom I want to share it with, don't you think so?
MIL not so happy about it, but hey, she must have remembered I gave her a cute granddaughter, so she decided not to push it...
exp. 3 - while preparing to go on holidays I notice we are running out of condoms, not a good thing, so I head to the drugstore (yes, THE drugstore because, guess what?, there is ONE in the neighbourhood and as it is run by a family they close for the holidays... charming, isn't it?)
I grab what I need and wait in line...
the pharmacist - Oh, I see you are not trying for the second one. Why not?
what I felt like saying: "not really. This is for my wallet, just in case, because I didn't want to get pregnant and birth a child with brown eyes having in mind both my husband and I have blue eyes, how weird would that be, huh? actually, if I had to grade it, it would be almost as weird as this conversation."
what I really said: that's just how it is, but I'm sure that if I get pregnant you will be kind enough to tell me, you seem to be ahead of the news around here... *twink, twink, smile, smile*
sometimes my mouth just gets loose and goes off by itself, it usually unleashes hell, sorry about it, but why can't people just take care of their lives and be happy about it?!?
I'm even more sorry about my daughter being a teenager in this godforsaken small town... life should be hard for them... When the time comes, I need to remember to get her the condoms so that she won't get assaulted by the nosy provincial people...
.:now, for the photos, 3 months of summer:.
|First day of school|
|a sunny day (or the garden before I killed it)|
|every indian needs a sidekick for reading marathons|
|dancing with camilla|
|Going to school|
|watching the cat (or giving her mother a heart attack)|
|biking to school|
|new found love for the swings|
|what do you need to do the shopping? oh, right, your tiara!|