This is hilarious... because it reminds me just how SMALL the small world we live in, is.
Today, (Saturday afternoon my time) I'm out mowing the lawn. It's about to piss down rain, which isn't unusual this time of year, but more to the point, I need to get the mowing done. we have a lot of grass for a suburban block (32perches, mostly grass, some trees, and a house, of course) and because of the recent rains, there has been no time to mow (wet grass and saturated black clay soil is, well.. quagmire springs to mind).
So I'm out mowing the footpath, as you do, to make the place look neat... and I noticed my new neighbours (been here about a month, haven't said so much as 'boo' and they havent been home at a time where I can introduce myself, as neighbours do..) have some potplants on their front steps...
...which is nothing unusual. UNTIL... I see something red and white, in the potplant. I keep mowing up and down, and steal a second glance at this red and white thing (it's about 20m away, not so easy to see with eyes full of dusty grass etc.) and my suspicions were confirmed.
CANUCK INVASION!
ohh I had to laugh. It made me smile for the rest of the afternoon. I continued mowing , and the last patch I mowed was a 15x20 m rectangle of lawn between the two houses... I glanced ans saw this maple leaf blowing in the soon to be wet breeze, and as I stolled on along the side of the house.... ANOTHER FLAG, this time at the back, on their back deck. I was amused, happy and smiled for the rest of the day. I know now, that whoever lives in the house, is either a) patriotic Canucklehead, or b) lamenting their homeland.
So I better go over there and make sure they get a true neighbourly welcome, with a few beers, to break the ice.
and here I am, talkin about moving to Canucksville myself.... and you buggers beat me to it! how bout y'all move here, then I don't have to fly
(might save me some $$$, enough to shout ya's a beer or 10 )
Small world, eh?
Today, (Saturday afternoon my time) I'm out mowing the lawn. It's about to piss down rain, which isn't unusual this time of year, but more to the point, I need to get the mowing done. we have a lot of grass for a suburban block (32perches, mostly grass, some trees, and a house, of course) and because of the recent rains, there has been no time to mow (wet grass and saturated black clay soil is, well.. quagmire springs to mind).
So I'm out mowing the footpath, as you do, to make the place look neat... and I noticed my new neighbours (been here about a month, haven't said so much as 'boo' and they havent been home at a time where I can introduce myself, as neighbours do..) have some potplants on their front steps...
...which is nothing unusual. UNTIL... I see something red and white, in the potplant. I keep mowing up and down, and steal a second glance at this red and white thing (it's about 20m away, not so easy to see with eyes full of dusty grass etc.) and my suspicions were confirmed.
CANUCK INVASION!
ohh I had to laugh. It made me smile for the rest of the afternoon. I continued mowing , and the last patch I mowed was a 15x20 m rectangle of lawn between the two houses... I glanced ans saw this maple leaf blowing in the soon to be wet breeze, and as I stolled on along the side of the house.... ANOTHER FLAG, this time at the back, on their back deck. I was amused, happy and smiled for the rest of the day. I know now, that whoever lives in the house, is either a) patriotic Canucklehead, or b) lamenting their homeland.
So I better go over there and make sure they get a true neighbourly welcome, with a few beers, to break the ice.
and here I am, talkin about moving to Canucksville myself.... and you buggers beat me to it! how bout y'all move here, then I don't have to fly
(might save me some $$$, enough to shout ya's a beer or 10 )Small world, eh?
