A Meeting

I heard this story at church this morning. It isn't so much funny as unbelievable and heart warming.

My friend Rob was out last night visiting friends. On his way home, he stopped in at a bar for a (non alcoholic) drink. He's single so he let his eyes wander around the room and he spotted a fellow who looked to be exactly his type.

Later, they ran into each other right outside the bar and started to chat. They exchanged first names. The fellow asked Rob what he does for a living. Real estate broker. Strange pause. He asked for Rob's last name. Then he asked if there could be more than one Rob Taylor selling real estate in Ottawa. To the best of Rob's knowledge, he's the only one.

The fellow fished in his pocket and came up with a folded piece of paper. He unfolded it, showed it to Rob and asked if that was his phone number. It was.

He had come from a party where he met Lily (the house inspector who did the inspection on our house before we bought it). Lily liked what she saw and thought that he would appeal to Rob so she gave him Rob's number. Lily sure has Rob pegged!

How incredible that just a short time later, their paths should cross! Who knows if anything will come of this but Rob is a fellow who deserves to have somebody fabulous in his life.

Duvet

We have a duvet. It came with instructions. "Before placing your duvet in a duvet cover, shake and lay on the bed for three to four hours."

I had a lovely nap.

Looking where?

The other day, I was driving in my car, listening to Bluegrass music on the radio. The singer sang, "I looked into your eyes so deep and brown." Except that he sang with one of those American accents that turns "eyes" into "aas".

Plough Poo

Plough Poo


Push, lift, walk, throw
Not so bad
Push, lift, walk, throw
Too much, too heavy, less next time
Push, lift, walk, throw
Wind in the face, adjust hood
Push, lift, walk, howdy neighbour, throw
Heart rate has gone up, getting hot
Push, lift, walk, throw
Stop to blow nose
Push, lift, walk, throw
Push, lift, slip on ice, walk, throw
Push, lift,
meditate on the strength of my body
walk, throw


© Patricia Brush
December 11, 2009
after a big snowstorm

birthdays and other responsibilities

My birthday was in October. I haven't celebrated it yet. But I did receive the gift of a teal sweater from my younger daughter. I really liked it but she bought it from a young person's store. It was too big in the top and too small in the bottom. I guess young women all have large breasts and small hips. I seem to be inverted.

Yesterday, I finally had time to head to the mall to exchange the sweater. As I was driving, I was thinking about my birthday, or the lack thereof. Birthday. Driving. Birthday. Driving. Oh crap! I checked the back of the car when I got to the mall and sure enough, the sticker expired in October. I've been driving more than a month with an expired sticker.

After exchanging the sweater for a lovely black, grey and white gingham wrap, which doesn't care that I have nearly nonexistant breasts and very functional child-bearing hips, I drove home. Going through my house in my mind, I located where I had stashed the paperwork from the ministry for the new sticker.

Got home and found the paperwork straight away. Double crap! My driver's licence expired on my birthday too. I have been driving completely illegally for over a month. Living as I do with someone who knows all the rules and all the fines, I did hear about it a little.

Went to the licence and permit office office this morning and handed over the paperwork. I was a little concerned because the licence renewal form said that it wasn't valid after my birthday. The clerk didn't even comment. The issue of lateness only came up when she went to grab the new sticker and came back with a December one instead of an October one.

So phew! I am now driving legally.