- I will never again take a bite of chicken in a restaurant without first checking to see if it has actually been cooked. One case of salmonella in a lifetime is enough for me.
- I will never again forward an email without triple checking that I haven't mistakenly hit "reply" instead. Please don't ask...
- I will never again turn south onto 3rd Ave. in Kamloops. It turns out 3rd Ave. is a one-way street with all the other cars headed north.
- I will never again drive back from a dentist's appointment when drugs have been administered.
All of the above pale in comparison to my final Never Again vow.
5. Never Again will I live up North.
Many years ago, but still not enough years for the emotional damage to have fully subsided, we lived up North. I realize for many readers of this blog you are under the impression I am currently living "up north." You need to understand that in Canadian terms there is north, and then there is North.
Fort St. John is located on Mile 47 of the Alaska Highway. We lived there for six long, cold years in the 1980s. Many good things happened during those years. Kellen and Rebekah were added to our family, Jay started his career as a regional fisheries biologist there, and I developed a friendship with someone who, to this day, remains one of my best friends.
However, as the Wikipedia article states, Fort St. John is extremely close to a subarctic climate. Winter was long, and it was cruel. When we needed a break from Northerly life we would drive down to Edmonton. To us it seemed like an escape to a tropical paradise. Which leads me to the picture I saw this week that inspired this post.
Proof that one person's trash is another person's treasure. I Googled to see what the driving distance is between Fort St. John and Edmonton. The answer is almost as humorous as the picture: 666 kilometres. I'm not making this up, really I'm not.
On the knitting front I have advanced from a foot to two legs and a torso. More body parts to come...