Author: Ron Baker

         Yesterday’s entry got me thinking!

I guess all is not leaving Saskatchewan (although I watched some dust headed to Manitoba today!).

So, “come on down!”

We have a Tim Horton’s on the way.  Expected by October.  So, if you’re going to be in Kindersley, Saskatchewan, email me (use the contact me section of the blog).  I’d love to have a “coffee” (I don’t drink coffee, but don’t mind hot chocolate!). 

But not before October.  Or we’ll be sitting with construction workers drinking hot chocolate from a thermos.

     Only in Saskatchewan, you say!!

Where else could you imagine moving a 1,200 square foot home down the main drag! 

Imagine heading down Yonge Street in Toronto, or down Robson street in Vancouver.  Not going to happen!!

The power company sends out workers to lift lines – even disconnect and reconnect lines. 

Traffic cannot pass on the two lane highway.  The “oversize load” sign is a bit underwhelming – if you didn’t notice the house, you’d never see the sign!

And as the house leaves town I say to myself, “We know there has been an exodus of people from Saskatchewan.  Now they’re even taking their houses with them!”

Why did my brother dance? I think for him the answer was simple. This was an opportunity to be with a partner, to step together, to know each other’s movement by the slightest nod of the head or inclination of the body. The dance was the thing, not a chance to get a trophy for being the best dancer, or to seduce someone, or even to be seen as the best dancer on the floor. This was about the joy of partnership, the enjoyment of a relationship.

Now I know why people stand on chairs.  Mice are not nice!

At least that’s how I see it.

I came home from a meeting to find my wife madly phoning for help.  From the corner of her eye she had seen a mouse scurry across the floor.  She was in bare feet so up on a chair she went.

The mouse was there when I entered, hidden in our piano.  And later under the dishwasher.  And now??

We set a trap, but this morning there was no dead carcass.  Last night I skirted around the trap.  I thought to myself – “this is ridiculous”.  Arising in my mind were all those fear emotions of hanta virus, rabies, punctured skin and who knows what else.  Three inches long (8 centimeters) at first sighting and now the monster has grown to well over 3 meters (10 feet) in length.

Now I know why people stand on chairs.  Mice are not nice!