I went to Jamaica’s Consulate General in Toronto, today. Panacea for homesickness, that. The flag was flying high out front. Most know it by sight but the black, green & gold mean – hardships there are but the land is green, and the sun shineth. Hey, Anand Giridharadas, India isn’t the only place where Elizabethan English is still going strong!
It only got better. Here are my highlights of the trip: A lady closely observed me as I walked in. That’s typical – after all, I am a white Jamaican. She continued to stare as I pulled out each document for the receptionist to check them, and was speaking in my not-Canadian accent. Boy was she perplexed. So much so that she approached me, and scratched her itch thusly, “If you don’t mind me asking, which part of Jamaica are you from?”
Minding not, I answered, “Kingston.” She caught the real terseness, and left it at that. The question she had really asked was whether I am from Germantown in St. Elizabeth. It’s a prejudice like any other.
Then, my ‘number’ was called: “Next!”. Only in a Jamaican government office could you find a card taped up onto the partition glass that proclaims the Prayer for Sinners. Ah so. We went straight into establishing that no, surname & whiteness aside, I am not related to one of the wealthiest men in the island. It was all good – even the joke of being sent to take a 3rd photo down the road. I should be okay for getting the passport back in 5 weeks, right? I mean, I did read the Prayer for Sinners with some feeling…
I was also on the prowl for DPNs (double pointed needles) for the sock. I was down a needle & my stop-gap measure was pretty bad: moving a cable needle around to free-up a DPN for the knitting. I stumbled accross a Mary Maxim store. First time in one, I was astonished to find non-acryllics. They only had 8″ long DPNs in my size but I had a Eureka moment in the sale bin… Paton’s SWS (soy wool stripes)! It’s been months of searching the GTA for some… I know there are detractors but I love how SWS feels and felts. My new stash, sock, and the bag that carried them all:
Yep – Envirosax, baby! Birthday gift from Cuz = a set of 5. They are v. v. handy. I couldn’t pull out the Lady B bag for a next-to-nothing project like this sock. As you can see, I’m back into mindless rounds for the foot of the sock. Did some in Starbucks, and the train home.