She offered, "You can either have your five dollars in a bill or cheese curds."
Well, gee, that's tough. Not sure if I took one second or mulled it over for as long as two seconds before declaring, "Cheese curds please!"
I continued on into work with my treasure. As I put the bag in the fridge I noticed the label read $5.66. Good golly. I owed Julie 66 cents.
Yesterday, I paid up. "Julie," I said, "I owe you 66 cents. Do you want it in change or two freshly laid eggs?" Her reply came in the standard one to two seconds. Nolan handed her the eggs. Some would call this the informal economy. The folks I know, call it country living.
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| Cheese curds and still-warm eggs |
Yesterday, on the way home from the Remembrance Day ceremony in Oshawa, brother Enos and I stopped at the orchard and picked up close to a bushel of apples. We had a good chat with the owner who, it turned out, had grown up in the 'Shwa and went to the same schools that we went to from grades 7 thru' 13. And, if that wasn't coincidence enough, her sister's first house after she married, was next-door to ours. Enos got that far-off look as he reminisced about the beautiful, red '69 soft-top Camaro that they had. And I got that far-off look as I thought about the bushel of apples that I was going to be turning into sauce. Which is today's job. So off I go. Enjoy the day all! It's a beauty out there.
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| The Cenotaph in Oshawa after the Service |
10 comments:
I have traded rhubarb for beer, and potatoes for celery. The local pub turned my rhubarb into crumble. I drank the beer that came in return.
What did you do with the cheese curds?
Philip
Sounds like a good trade to me.
As for the cheese curds - we eat them. Out of the bag. They don't last long around here. Mmmm.
That's the way to do things. There is only one problem now: I want me some apple crumble, but it's pouring outside!
Oooh, mmmm, apple crumble. Good thing I held a few apples back.
Country is the way to live :-)
Sounds wonderful, Liz. A great way to live. I can't even convince my husband to put up solar panels, here in the sunniest place in Canada! He says we're too old, and so's the house, we'll never recoup the investment. Duh, as if that's the reason I suggested it.
Thank you for visiting my blog and commenting. I'm thrilled to hear your golden will be 15 soon. Big dogs don't always live that long. It's a year since we adopted Lindy, and she's five, so now I have hope of having her another 10 years.
-- Kay, made in BC, now
living in southeastern Alberta
I agree 100%, Carolina.
Hi Kay - We've had a few goldens and they've all done really well. Our old girl, Kokanee (named for the beer out your way ;-)), has slowed down a lot and has to be carried up and down the stairs but she's still hanging in. Her brother Waylon was with us until last winter, another brother Willie left us this summer and her mum Chimo was a couple months shy of 15. The fact that they were all spoiled rotten may have had something to do with it.
I offered to trade someone some horse manure for a bottle of homemade vodka. They looked shocked, and said, "Isn't that illegal?"
I got my horse manure somehwere else!
I LOVE bartering! (Just haven't much that anyone else would want right now.) It is a great way to do business, though...
The nerve of some people, eh, IG? Don't blame you for goin' elsewhere. I would too.
Hey Wendy! We had a good laugh through it all. (I guess if you've not much left to barter with, then the downsizing is going well.)
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