So Paul dragged me out of the house for a walk yesterday (I wore my cloak, as it was the perfect weather for it) and while we were walking up Davies Dave the Plumber and his wife tried to run us down in his truck while we cowered in fear.
Uh, no, but I can imagine somebody watching thinking that. Dave, a devout Sikh and one of the best plumbers and pipefitters in the lower mainland, has a puckish sense of humour. We chatted for a bit and continued on with our walk, much amused by our ‘near miss’.
When Paul and I first got this house outfitted for a gas stove, Dave did the work. I came back from my first interview with (previous x 2 company) all bubbly and happy and then I got all sad face because when I asked how the work was coming on and both Paul and Dave with straight faces said “Terrible, it’s not working”, and then when I got testy they burst out laughing. They had not actually prearranged this little gag so you can see why Paul and Dave were two peas in a pod. I am thankful to know such good tradesmen, and I particularly thank him for the amazing work he did when the ‘spring’ happened in the back yard at the Augur Inn.
Paul’s on course for six weeks and has weekends off and no nights. I’m sure he’ll enjoy that.
Jeff is still feeling crappy but he took some small amount of food yesterday.
The idiot ex has quit harassing Katie.
Keith came in to the office on Friday and we played Forbidden Island with the D-man.
I made borscht for the Sasamat soup lunch this morning. It is FREAKING AWESOME, but I betcha I’m gonna be musical in the office tomorrow.
I have one more load of laundry to do and then all my laundry will be clean.
I told the Worship committee Easter will be my last homily for Beacon, as I am going to have a stressful 2012-13 year at church (I am taking on a much bigger role in terms of governance) and I need to reduce stressors big time. I think King Jesus is a great topic and I’m going to be going out with a ‘bang’ so to speak.
I have decided that I am going to write a book about customer service. mOm is going to help me with it.
I took food to Sue on Friday; her knee is ow-ie. I asked her how the hell she’s going to be in two plays between now and the middle of May and she laughed and said that the roles require her to be in bed for most of the shows. I thought this was a stupendous coincidence and congratulated her on what appeared to be prescience.
I have pulled so much fur off Margot in the last three days (she’s doing the spring shed) that she’s having existential angst as it appears to her I’ve pulled a Margot-equivalent of fur off her already and she doesn’t understand that she can still be here.
Well, it’s that time again. I’m doing the coffee in church today so I won’t be upstairs listening to the service. Tom’s friend is being memorialized this afternoon so no rehearsal for my new song to be performed in church, we’re hoping Monday night now.
If you don’t have a will please write it up now.
