What Day Is It?
What Day Is It?Ma and I are sitting across from each other in the living room. Her nose is buried deep within the folds of Sault Ste. Marie’s only newspaper, The Evening News, and I’m knitting another winter scarf. Although we’re not watching it, the television’s blaring. “As the World Turns” is just signing off and a Canadian cooking show, “The Urban Peasant,” is coming on. I glance at James Barber as he prepares another simple meal, something with onions, green peppers, garlic, and beans. I’ve been watching the man cook for three years, and I don’t think he could do it without the help of onions, green peppers, and garlic. It’s four o’clock on a crisp January afternoon. Ma peeks at me above the paper.
TheEvening News“What day is it?” she asks.
“It’s still Thursday, Ma,
