I was just remembering the other day when I was 12 and we first moved into our old Toronto house ( of all the many places I've lived that house has always been the one that most feels like Home to me) how we'd often take our trusty old bundle-buggy and walk a couple of blocks up to our local Pop Shoppe (which we first found out about from our cousins who had one in their town) and we'd get 3-4 or so cases of pop mainly cola and cream soda but the odd lime, orange, and root beer, load it up and haul it back home. They came in cases in glass bottles and looked exactly as shown here and once empty you'd return the empty ones and get new ones.For some reason that stands out as a distinct memory and I remember as well we got our artifical Christmas tree the same way too, hauling it home from the store on Coxwell Ave. a few blocks from our house in the bundle-buggy and that's also how we got our weekly groceries and our laundry,too. We sure got lots of use out of that old thing! I even remember the cardboard box square laid across the bottom too to prevent small things from falling thru the gaps at the bottom.Lately I often have frequent recurring dreams as well I move back to our old Toronto house as well, just as it was when we left in 1984 for L.A. Another good reason for me to leave North America,too: ragweed is most plentiful here than anywhere else and it's the worst of all my allergies. My cough has been extra bad the past few days as well so either I'm getting a cold, it's just allergies, or I smoke a hella lotta weed.
We're also going to get some of the Tim Horton's Smile Cookies since all the proceeds go to charity( and God loves the charitable) and my hubby asked us What is the least spoken language? and I guessed probably some 'dead" language like latin, Sumerian,Aramaic or something, or if he means now then maybe Welsh or something and my mother said English ( really? That's the second most-spoken language, after Mandarin) and it turned out to be Sign language( ha,ha, trick question!) and my mother cooked dinner only for my hubby yesterday too and when I said What about the rest of us? she scoffed, You're capable! and I told her, So is he! then she sneered, He's your slave! He does everything for you! which isn't true; all I need him for is transportation since I don't drive( but then again neither does she and she needs him for rides,too!) which isn't much other than medical appt's and the odd trip to the store for essentials but I hardly go out much, and he'smore her slave than he is mine; this is her, Go to the pharmacy and pick up my pills. Go to Tim Horton's and get me some donuts. Go to DQ and get me a banana split. Go to McDonald's and get me an iced coffee. Go to A&W and get me a big breakfast.etc. and she says jump! and he asks How high? and he never says "no" to her or stands up to her, tells her off, defends me, etc. he's like her obedient little toady so she really can't say anything about me or anyone else.
This is also the perfect song I dedicate to Buddy:
You’ll Be in My Heart
Come stop your crying
It will be alright
Just take my hand
Hold it tight
I will protect you
From all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry
It will be alright
Just take my hand
Hold it tight
I will protect you
From all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry
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