20080801 - The
Card
Me kids have sent their old Da a birthday card from the raw bush
land of northern Manitoba.
Now, other than the reference to me old and useless body parts ...
it did warm the cockles of me heart. But let be known to one and all -
the cockles of me heart is not all that is warm these days.
PS ...
I am NOT the one in pink pants. At least I am pretty sure it is not me
anyway.
PS2 ...
This card was carried through miles of wilderness, rapids and rain;
used to fend off bear and beaver attacks; and miraculously, not eaten
when it was too wet to cook. The insides were filled with glorious
prose and then lovingly mailed in Norway House. It arrived in perfect
condition.
Then Marita entered the picture. She is a dear woman, and the apple
of me heart, but never let her carry coffee and mail at the same time
:) In the torturous trip from the post office to home, the darlin'
card became a wee bit soiled. But now it at least looks like it came
by canoe:)
Thanx Kids - We Luv Ya!
