A Canadian Lament

Today I made my first batch of homemade pasta sauce.  It tasted a bit like Kye did(your noise does have taste buds it it, look it up) after we tried to clean her skunked fur with tomato juice.  I used local tomatoes, salt, pepper, bottled water, and the better part of a bottle of local wine.  I originally bought it to try some wine since I still haven’t found a place selling Chinese liquor.  Usually when we got poor wine back home, or just leftover wine, we would use it in our pasta sauce.  I’m never buying wine here again.

It tasted like a Frenchman peed into antifreeze.

But, it got me thinking about what exactly I do miss about home.  And to be honest it isn’t food.  I miss dinner with my family, listening to my dad as he tells me about music or the latest beer mug he nicked, my sister as she gripes about work and the ways that her cat is now waking her up, my mum as she expounds about my dad and my sister and the things she wants to try out at the next family dinner, hanging out with my cousins and ripping movies a new one, going to the pub with my friends and watch one of them pee on another guys car while he’s watching, playing games with more of my friends while we drink more and more as the night goes on and our aim gets worse and worse, the cold weather and the terrible drivers, my dog eating snow and chasing snowballs, the good and bad beer and griping about it.

It’s the things we do and the places we go to that I miss because while this is my first extended leave from home, I can never wake up and not remember than I am a stranger here.  I speak the language enough to order some food and find the bus stop, but not enough to introduce myself with any substance.  I can eat almost anything, but not with the satisfaction I would get back home.  In fact, I am at the point where I don’t eat very much at all.  Filling up on food doesn’t seem to happen because I don’t have the company that encourages the experience.  Graeme Tegid Jones isn’t obsessed with food.  This must be the fifth horseman.

The simple truth is that now that I have moved to another country and living here, moving to anywhere else in North America seems trivial and simple by comparison.  Living here isn’t easy.  The things I took for granted are gone, and I want them back every day.  Even the bad things.

8 thoughts on “A Canadian Lament”

  1. Graeme……..great to read your blog. Makes me envious that we can’t experiece the same challenges you are enjoying. You have an excellent command of the English language and your comments are really very interesting…like your mum says we had a drop of snow yesterday and in Brentwood Bay is was such that every thing shut down until the snow plough went by. Our driveway took a couple of hours to clear and then it was a little icy. More than 27 c fell across in Mill Bay……looks pretty clear today. Don’t know if your interested but Devon and Nick just bought a house near Esquimalt lagoon and are pretty excited about moving in. Devon is a nurse at Vic. Gen. and Nick is a programmer with the city of Saanich. Sheila and Richard invited us to a 4H dinner last night and it was really nice where Max is a budding star…he is in small motors and the twins are in a beginners group…they are only nine. Had a great traditional dinner…..turkey etc.l Nice to see that you miss home because if you didn’t it would be a sign that we were not very nice to you…..that’s what family is all about….we miss you and will really miss you this Christmas but we will think about you……lots of love…….nanna and pops

  2. well all I can say is we miss you as well. Don’t lament and don’t mess with Mr Inbetween.. We all miss you and I need your top five albums you would take if you were stranded on a desert island. You know mine include Beautiful South and Dark side of the Moon. What about you? Also you get a sixth pick incase one record gets scratched on the way down.

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