Thursday, January 15, 2009
Quickie
So I have no blogged in some time.
Bad Jayson, Bad. Normally such a sentence is met with a roguish grin, not today.
What's the what, I guess you could ask. Let's see, I'm away on course (again). The military has allowed me to buy a mortgage and live in a modest house but it feels the need to have me wander about the Canadian Countryside.
Perhaps by making me visit all the provinces (missing one now) they feel I will be better prepared to defend said union of provinces in a crisis. Little do they realise, but I rather like my country. Big fan you might say, Go Team. They will have none of it, and so here I am.
Gagetown is one of the prettier places they have sent me. It is filled with trees, few people, and no less than four seasons. I could definately enjoy a posting out here. It could happen in 5 years, or there abouts, so I'm learning to enjoy the lay of the land. As long as you don't travel west, you usually hit Ocean sooner or later around here (which is pretty neat). The ocean, as I understand it, is quite large. The ocean, as I know it, is quite pretty. Confederation bridge created the world's largest gated community, Halifax is a great city to bar hop, and all the people here obey traffic laws.
Allow yourself a moment to let that sink in.
I'm not just talking about yeilding and right-of-ways, I'm also talking about courtesy. People will let you in here. They will come to a stop and wave you in/through/around/etc. I was baffled at first. For example: Driving the course van (a 2002 Astro van, a giant monstrosity if there ever was one) I have to make a left turn to get to breakfast. The opposing morning traffic is everyone getting into work for the day on the base. There are literally thousands of people on this little road at the same time every morning. The left turn in question is not a four way stop, and the opposing traffic has every right to keep on going, laughing all the way at this poor Astro Van trying to make an ill-concieved left turn.
The first day I had to do this, I realised my error too late. I committed myself to this foolish left turn. Half-way into a long "fuuuuck", a car in the opposing lane stopped. He/she wasn't turning they were merely being nice. They even waved me on, as it took a few heartbeats to accept this impossibility. Everytime I got stopped at this turn, someone always let me in.
Maybe this was just on the base, I thought. They can see the Gov't plates, and must feel a kinship to their fellow military members. This is simply not the case. I feel sorry for any maritimer that has to drive in Ontario or Alberta. Going into the dogfight that is rush hour traffic out west. People being nice on the road, it takes very little time to get used to. Ask Carol, I was downright surly when I started driving in Edmonton again. You start to believe that driving should be a pleasent movement from one place to another.
I should be home in Feb sometime, hope to see you all again soon.
Bad Jayson, Bad. Normally such a sentence is met with a roguish grin, not today.
What's the what, I guess you could ask. Let's see, I'm away on course (again). The military has allowed me to buy a mortgage and live in a modest house but it feels the need to have me wander about the Canadian Countryside.
Perhaps by making me visit all the provinces (missing one now) they feel I will be better prepared to defend said union of provinces in a crisis. Little do they realise, but I rather like my country. Big fan you might say, Go Team. They will have none of it, and so here I am.
Gagetown is one of the prettier places they have sent me. It is filled with trees, few people, and no less than four seasons. I could definately enjoy a posting out here. It could happen in 5 years, or there abouts, so I'm learning to enjoy the lay of the land. As long as you don't travel west, you usually hit Ocean sooner or later around here (which is pretty neat). The ocean, as I understand it, is quite large. The ocean, as I know it, is quite pretty. Confederation bridge created the world's largest gated community, Halifax is a great city to bar hop, and all the people here obey traffic laws.
Allow yourself a moment to let that sink in.
I'm not just talking about yeilding and right-of-ways, I'm also talking about courtesy. People will let you in here. They will come to a stop and wave you in/through/around/etc. I was baffled at first. For example: Driving the course van (a 2002 Astro van, a giant monstrosity if there ever was one) I have to make a left turn to get to breakfast. The opposing morning traffic is everyone getting into work for the day on the base. There are literally thousands of people on this little road at the same time every morning. The left turn in question is not a four way stop, and the opposing traffic has every right to keep on going, laughing all the way at this poor Astro Van trying to make an ill-concieved left turn.
The first day I had to do this, I realised my error too late. I committed myself to this foolish left turn. Half-way into a long "fuuuuck", a car in the opposing lane stopped. He/she wasn't turning they were merely being nice. They even waved me on, as it took a few heartbeats to accept this impossibility. Everytime I got stopped at this turn, someone always let me in.
Maybe this was just on the base, I thought. They can see the Gov't plates, and must feel a kinship to their fellow military members. This is simply not the case. I feel sorry for any maritimer that has to drive in Ontario or Alberta. Going into the dogfight that is rush hour traffic out west. People being nice on the road, it takes very little time to get used to. Ask Carol, I was downright surly when I started driving in Edmonton again. You start to believe that driving should be a pleasent movement from one place to another.
I should be home in Feb sometime, hope to see you all again soon.
