Friday, February 15, 2013

Tisdale, Sask

Turning onto mainstreet Tisdale after leaving the optometrist clinic, where we learned our eye appointments are not till March 1st. So much for writing things on the calendar. I had them pencilled in for today and March. Hmph.
We're heading home. At least Scott got his new lenses picked up, so the trip wasn't a waste of time.

Is Tisdale known for its honey? Don't ask me.
Ah, just checked it out at The Canadian Encyclopedia.
Tisdale, home of the world's largest honeybee.

Damn Sight

Neighbour's uninhabited farmyard
Snorking back some oatmeal made with sunflower and flax seeds for breakfast. And honey and cinnamon. I should live forever, eating this way.

Then it's off to the north country (small city of Tisdale, home of comedian Brent Butt of Corner Gas fame) for the biennial eye exams.

Emil: "I don't want to go. They might say I need glasses."

Last time we went, the optometrist let him throw out his glasses, which he'd been wearing since he was in elementary school. Now, as then, to read he cocks his head to the side and puts the book right up to his face. Tell me how it's possible he doesn't need glasses?

"As long as he doesn't develop headaches, he doesn't really need them," she said, pleasing Emil no end.

It makes no sense to me.