It's surprisingly depressing not to have anyone to celebrate Dominion Day with. I guess I never realized how thoroughly I identified myself as Canadian until I spent a long time outside of it. I feel kind of stupid, in retrospect. Like the Robertson Davies obsession, love of Heritage Moments, and amour du poutine should have tipped me off. I don't even get huffy when friends suggest we were better off as a British principality. I do apparently get huffy when talking about representation by population vs. electoral college representatives. The methods of choosing electors are pretty grim.
Maybe I'm a Loyalist? Who knows. I do know that I'm spending my time in the museum lab today making fireworks, and that I'd probably be arrested for it. Oh well! Maybe I should take the ferry to B.C tonight, to try and celebrate with some other Canadians. Maybe I'll just stay in tonight with Robertson Davies and a bottle of VQA. Whatever the case, I hope I don't remember George Brown and John A. Macdonald by suffocating in potassium nitrate smoke and arsine gas in the next five minutes.
Maybe I'm a Loyalist? Who knows. I do know that I'm spending my time in the museum lab today making fireworks, and that I'd probably be arrested for it. Oh well! Maybe I should take the ferry to B.C tonight, to try and celebrate with some other Canadians. Maybe I'll just stay in tonight with Robertson Davies and a bottle of VQA. Whatever the case, I hope I don't remember George Brown and John A. Macdonald by suffocating in potassium nitrate smoke and arsine gas in the next five minutes.