So I consider myself a small city kind of girl. I like theater and live music, a bit of traffic at the farmer’s market adds to the buzz, and I love city lights at night. I hate the traffic and the smog though, and the thought of living in a city like Edmonton or Calgary again makes me want to poke myself in the eye.
But we live in Edson. Which is allright, most of the time. I mean, there are no lines at the grocery store, and you can get anywhere in town in less than 8 minutes. Small town living, it’s good.
But then once in awhile, there are some weird things that happen that remind me that I am still a city girl at heart. When someone stopped me on the street a week after we’d moved here and said “You’re the new pastor’s wife and you live in that yellow house.”
Or when, as last night, I find out that one of our major fundraisers for Jr. Forest Warden’s is THE MEAT DRAW. Am I the only person who has never heard of this? The way it works is, you go down to the legion on Wed or Saturday night, and you buy a ticket. You sit around drinking until the draw. If they draw your ticket, you win.
A cooler full of meat.
It just seems so very strange to me. Sean tells me they had them where he was growing up to.
Yup. City girl.