The Daily News was shut down this week. A big surprise to most people, especially the staff. The Daily News was
People are still leaving here in significant numbers to take up jobs out west, the most recent one was just last weekend and he has found a job already. It’s hard to encourage people to stay in the Maritimes when the lure of the west is so predominant (sounds like the old days when young men were moving west to homestead or be cowboys!). In many ways I completely understand their desire to give it a try. The Maritimes are beautiful, but the employers do not pay the money here that folks can make out west, despite that everything else out here is just as expensive (except the initial cost of a home). Property taxes, groceries, gas, utilities all cost more in the Maritimes. Provincial health care is free (yahoo!) but HRM has this weird 1.5% title transfer tax when you buy a new house, salaries are significantly lower and HST is 13%. Four litres of milk in
Have you noticed, though, that despite groceries getting more expensive, less people are actually learning to cook? As a result there is far more freezer space in the stores that is devoted to “prepared” foods like chicken fingers/wings, pizzas and frozen Chinese food. Now you can even buy prepared pot roast. Why? All you have to do is spend 10 minutes on cutting up some stuff and you can do your own pot roast for half the price and no chemical additives. I don’t get it. I keep thinking I should set up my kitchen to do some cooking classes for the young and hapless or something.
Today we are in the midst of our fifteenth winter storm. Fifteen. Good grief; I cannot remember the last time I experienced a winter with fifteen storms, and since this is my first winter here I’ve had enough. Stop the snow already! I love the way the TV meteorologist introduced this latest “weather event”. Cindy Day said that it would snow today, but if you don’t like it hang on and there would be ice pellets and if you didn’t like them there would also be rain. Right now it smells like wet dog and smoke from the wood fire burning. I like the smoke smell; it reminds me of camping and the great outdoors. Wet dog is not a pleasant smell no matter what you do. Thank goodness for the bottle of Febreeze by the back door.
Well that’s the kind of week it’s been – kind of disjointed, so lots of disjointed thoughts. Let me know what you think – leave me a comment below. Just remember to hit “publish” so that it posts itself, OK?