No Carbon Tax Paid
May. 29th, 2007 10:52 pm One of the best features of our apartment is the patio. It's a canopied sanctuary of sorts. Close enough to the bay to be cool and breezy when it's hot elsewhere. But what I've come to appreciate most is the fireplace.
I grew up often in the care of my older Aunt and Uncle when my Mom became a single shift working RN. We'd often spend the summers at their camp ground. Back then they were heavy drinkers, my Uncle an alcoholic. But the responsible type.
My brother and I would frolic about with the other kids and relatives of hard drinking working class folk. Meanwhile the adults would drink and smoke by the fire. Talking about the things drunk people chilling talk about. We'd roast marshmallows and fall asleep.
I guess what's happening is that I'm experiencing that same feeling from the adult side. It's great to have a nice cold beer or three by the fire after work. Down by the bay here in Canada's industrial heartland we can hear the CN rail tracks squealing softly like a backing track to a Sigur Rós track.
I'm in the right spot.