Adventures in Citrus…

A parcel arrived today from my sister. Included in the wonder-box were some things I didn’t have room for in my suitcase at Christmas. While I was in Canada, I was fascinated by all the new and exciting items filling the shelves at Shopper’s Drug Mart*. One of the the things I picked up was some Crest Citrus Splash*. Today was the first time I tasted it, and now I have a dilemma. On one hand, I love the taste of it. It tastes like an orange Creamsicle*, so after dinner if I’m feeling like some dessert, I can just brush my teeth instead. Same taste, fewer calories and fights cavities! On the other hand, since I’m a fan of citrus, I also use Febreeze* citrus air freshener…so my new toothpaste also tastes like the smell of my bathroom when I’m trying to make it not smell like my bathroom. Korea has a pine flavoured toothpaste, which I simply can’t use because it tastes like Pinsol* bathroom floor cleaner. I think I’ll be okay if I don’t brush my teeth immediately after using the air freshener, or I could keep my toothpaste in my fridge, so that when I brush my teeth I’ll really feel like I’m having a snack. See, I told you it was a dilemma.

*Good Heavens, that’s a lot of name brands in one Blog post!

Adventures in Livestock…

This morning as I was rushing down the hallway in the Agricultural College building, I was acosted by, and nearly tripped over, a chicken. It darted out of a supply cupboard, clucking and squaking like…well, like a chicken. (No surprise there really.) While all the other buildings on campus are generally wildlife free, it’s not unusual to be visited by cats, birds, rabbits, or puppies in this particular building. I wonder what it was doing in the cupboard? Maybe I’ll look for some fresh farm eggs next time I’m going by.

Adventures in Tree Climbing…

I was thrilled when my niece showed a proclivity for climbing trees. I felt that perhaps it was time for me to give up climbing trees, and be content to leave the height-defying arboreal acrobatics to the young. Then, I read this article about Keith Richards (guitarist for The Rolling Stones) climbing a tree at the age of 62. Okay, he eventually fell out of the tree and got a concussion, but the fact remains that he was climbing. I think I should be on the safe side if I stop climbing at … oh, maybe … 60. That still leaves me 30 good tree-climbing years. Maybe K and I can climb together next time I’m home. Wait a minute, now that I think of it, my great-grandmother fell out of a tree at a nearly great-grandmotherly age. Mom, how old was she?