The sun shined brightly and warmly this weekend which was a very welcome reprieve after the rain we lived through last week. With the hot weather came barbecues, sitting around the fire, and swimming in the pool.
On saturday, Adrian invited a family for an afternoon visit which ended up going late into the evening. He knows the guy from work. He and his family just moved here from the states and they don’t know many people. The kids all swam in the pool while we parents hung out by the fire. Or I should say, the wife and I hung out. Adrian had had the bright idea of roasting a chicken over the fire using a rotisserie he made himself. Sounds good. The catch was that he hadn’t made it yet and he chose that particular time to do so! He and the guy sequestered themselves for 2 1/2 hours in the shop tinkering away leaving the wife and I alone. He’s just lucky that she and I got along. Or I guess, I’m lucky. Men!
It DID turn out fine, though. She was friendly and a good conversationalist. She relayed some of the things she misses from home. The store Target for one. And her friends. It must be hard to pick up your family and move to another country leaving everyone and everything you know behind. And, sadly, we Albertans haven’t been leaving a very good impression which isn’t helping her to feel at home.
In her experiences so far, she doesn’t find us, on the whole, to be very friendly. (I didn’t mention how I was a tad nervous at the prospect of having complete strangers over for dinner). Her impression is that we seem quite closed off – compared to what she’s used to. She’s been here barely a month and has already been called a “damn yankee” on two different occasions. Being from the south she takes particular offense to that term.
I find it so sad. We’re meant to be the nice, peace loving ones and it’s the Americans who are supposedly rude. But here we’re being the assholes!
Treat each individual with kindness and dignity. If the person does something to warrant rudeness than fine, but jeez – give people a chance!
It put me in mind of what Joy had to say about the people from PEI: “I have never met such polite and friendly people in my entire 44 years on this earth. Everyone in PEI is friendly.”
Why aren’t Albertans just as friendly? What’s our problem? Too much oil stuck up our asses???
Now, I know there are friendly people here. I’m friendly. And so are all of my friends. And, of course, there are plenty others. But I don’t think we’re known for being friendly. And that got me to thinking. What makes a whole society friendly? Or not-so-friendly. Adrian’s theory is that we have a lot to worry about in this province. Cost of living, for example. But that can’t be it. The people of South of Africa are renowned for being friendly and they have plenty to worry about. So, what is it?
Well, I haven’t got an answer. Yet.
Okay, I’m off my soapbox now.
My parents came over on Sunday to celebrate my dad’s and Adrian’s birthdays which were both last week. Then some friends joined us as well. Again, the kids swam in the pool, but we joined them this time. It was hot enough and the water was lovely and cool. And then we ate…roasted chicken. With Adrian’s rotisserie.
I served grilled veggies and shrimp as well.
My fabulous dad. (I say give me a smile, and this is what I get. EVERY time!)
My marvelous mom.
Spooky times in the pool.
After swimming, eating, and chatting my parents left. But we I couldn’t let the friends go without dragging inviting them in to play a round of my new favourite game, Snorta. We finally let them leave around 7:00.
Yeah, it was a good weekend. And I hope y’all had a good one, too.