A couple of weeks ago, my friend Ken, who was visiting us in Vancouver with his partner Terry, asked, “My God, does anybody here have a job?” The beaches were packed with people young and old, playing volleyball, frisbee, swimming in the surf or just hanging out on a blanket in the shade. It was a Thursday, mid-afternoon.
This morning I took the pups to the beach near UBC for a romp at a typically deserted stretch of beach. I looked forward to letting them run to their heart’s content without fear of other dogs/people distracting them. WRONG! When we got to the beach, it was packed with sunbathers, dogs, kids. Hmmmmmm–Ken had a point–I don’t think anybody here has a job…
Oh, yeah. Just remebered. It’s BC (British Columbia) Day. A public holiday. And everybody, i mean everybody is out enjoying the 80-degree weather and unusually warm (for Canada) water temps.
Vancouver
Terry and Ken
When HK and I first arrived in Vancouver, it was Canada Day–Canada’s version of the 4th of July. Then came the 4th of July–not a Canadian holiday, but people seemed to be partying, anyway. And now it’s BC Day. Next month I’m sure there will be Coast Mountain Day, or Pacific Ocean Day, or the Canuck Festival or something like that.
OK, so here’s what I want to know. Where the hell is Georgia Day?? Or Southeast Day? Or Atlanta Day? Shit, I think I’ll proclain JulesRules Day on the second wednesday of every month. So mark your calendars, peeps, and let’s get out and have some FUN!
Celebrate JulesRules Day!
Yeah! Jules Rules Day! Show em how it’s done! Every month, WooHoo! I’m blockin it out right now.
you go girl, ask if they have a polk sallet day!!!!!!!
We’re in on JulesRules day…..can we bring guacamole?
i’m down.. jules rules wednesdays!
and we all where crowns!
polk-sallet day belongs to annie!
guacamole is good-pete-you’re in charge of the ‘ritas!
Hey…could you send a little sunshine our way. I’m glad you’re have fun this summer…it looks wonderful there and I totally wanted that big lobster you posted the other day.
I actually came upon a guy in my park the other day picking something………..I went to check it out and by golly he was picking polk weed for Polk Salad! Can you believe it ……..here in Joliet, IL!
I still remember the song. Polk Salad that delicious tasting stuff, polk salad……I can’t ever get enough. So come on friends and neighbors and I’m sure you’ll get your fill………….to the Polk Salad Festival in the Harlan County Hills!
OMG!!! i can’t believe you remember the words to that song! thanks! remember picking polk berries on the trail between our houses? it was like “war paint”, or “whore paint” , depending on your age!
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Parteee! Thanks for my morning guffaw!!
oh my!!! for pork salad??
hey, lucy,
actually, it’s POLK, not pork. It is a wild-growing plant here in the south (USA) that people cook and eat (like collard greens, sort-of). It’s bitter and nasty to me, but a long-running tradition with old timers. it has purple berries that are poison to eat, but made great stain, even for the indians that once lived on the land, before we slaughtered them all.
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