i was carless on the friday. the day was bizarre – windy, rainy, warm up (i.e. not good for biking) until around 4 when everything turned pink. given the light factor, i took to the road on foot just before 5 for the 30 minute walk to the studio. and i arranged a ride home from my daughter’s dance class.
unfortunately the walk took me 33 minutes.
o dear. this was the last class of the day, so day 25 would be without class.
everything that doesn’t happen creates space for something else to happen.
so off i went to visit my ma down the road. she was delighted to see me! but she and her pal were just about to head out for a walk. anyone who knows my mother knows that walking is not her thing, but she’s cultivated the habit recently. i’ve enjoyed her stories about her walks. her pal says she doesn’t ‘walk’, she toddles. she also waves to people, sits down on benches to smoke, changes direction without notice, might stop and ask someone any sort of question, and doesn’t always look where she’s going.
i joined them on the walk and we laughed all the way to sobeys.
weaving through rabbitown was fun, and i popped in to visit a friend’s mother who i had been wanting to see. after a nice chat i headed to the studio.
terri my friend and the dance teacher was happy to drive us home. my daughter said she was hungry, and as i had no meal planned, it rigged out that we went to leo’s. delight! the studio is near several fish and chip shops, and i had an intention of a good feed in the future. here it was.
leo’s was perfect. warm, lively, and crowded around the cash. the waitress came to us and took our order from the floor… she just kind of walked over and asked what we wanted. my youngest daughter (not present) enjoys a good hamburger, but having traveled through italy last summer, she’s got a peculiar way of ordering. she politely says, “I’d like a hamburger. cooked. with a top bun and a bottom bun. with no egg. bun/meat/bun. nothing else, please.” i didn’t mention the cooked/egg criteria, but did start to say ‘bun, meat….” and the excellent waitress joined me! together we created the three layers with hand gestures. bun meat bun. it was wondrous.
we settled in to wait, but then out of the corner of my eye i saw my friends and famous people, andy jones and mary lynn bernard. how good was that! they always rachet the happy factor up a notch, and they did again. not far off was their daughter, also famous (Republic of Doyle), and that gave my 14-year-old a happy thrill.
how could this get any better? when the meal was ready terri said it was her treat. we laughed and talked all the way home.
two thumbs up. and i credit the 30 day challenge. it may mean 29 classes in 30 days, but that measures up.