Sunday Gratitude – April 12, 2015

All kinds of emotions were going this week.  Highs and lows and in-betweens.  I guess, we could call it a normal week!

I’m getting more into the whole Mary Kay thing, which deep-down I didn’t think I’d do, to tell the truth.  I was afraid it would be a little too rah-rah-rah for me but turns out it’s just enough!  Still haven’t had my official launch but I’m OK with that.  I’m still in the reading/learning stage.  Every event I attend, everything I read brings me closer to feeling ready to go out there and do my thing.

The weather is finally being nice to us in this neck of the woods!  The snow is mostly gone ~ all that’s left are the shady areas that the sun just can’t reach.  Still, the warmth will take care of those “problem areas” this week that’s for sure.  It puts a smile on faces everywhere which is definitely far from a bad thing!



Gratitude List

  1. Super happy to have gotten my new wheels on Tuesday.  Woot!
  2. At fairly regular intervals I’ve been lunching or supping with friends/clients of Mick’s.  Wednesday was a truly lovely time with Pierre V., who misses his buddy big time but was finally able to see me.  He reminded me of Mick’s shake of the head while quasi-growling “Non” when he knew he was right about something and others tried to convince him he wasn’t.  The rest of the evening we would alternate between “non”.  The good memories keep piling up.
  3. It’s funny, I had a hard time coming up with a story to go with this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt.  I felt it was just OK and the response was so positive.  Go figure!
  4. Saturday’s Mary Kay Coast-to-Coast meeting at Place Bonaventure was quite the initiation to the “Family”.  I never saw so many pink cars in a parking lot in my life!  Quite inspiring to listen to some of these women’s stories and how they built their businesses, many times overcoming some truly difficult times.
  5. I am beyond grateful to Julie and Gabrielle (lovely neighbours) who insisted I get off my arse and go dancing at La Tulipe with them and some of their friends.  Despite having to pop a couple of Advils to ease my throbbing feet, I had a most fun time and danced for four hours straight!  (And, bonus ~ got hit on by a very handsome younger man!  Talk about an ego boost….)
  6. Today was so gorgeous out, I was able to bring a chair outside and read a page or two in the sun…


Another chapter has come to an end.  A page has been turned.

Two weeks ago I got a call from the Ford dealership telling me that as a preferred customer, I was invited to come and see the offerings.  Well, I wasn’t invited, Mick was.  I broke the news to them that Mick was no longer with us and after condolences were offered, I was told that of course, I was more than welcome to come in.

The day before the meeting, I got a confirmation phone call from our sales rep., Luc, who had not been brought up to speed.  Once again condolences…

I walk in and, with a handshake and a hug (Mick caused that effect in everyone!) he apologised.  Apologised!  Not his fault that he wasn’t told!  Very nice.  He was quite upset about the whole thing.

Well, after discussing options, the decision was made by me to say good-bye to Mick’s beloved Ford F-150 Lariat.  He loved that truck.  He had wanted one for so long and when he got the OK from Raffi, the accountant (When Raffi said “no”, you didn’t; and when Raffi said “yes”, you did!) to buy it well, he went all out.  That thing got washed and polished and shined and was used to haul the trailer to and from Florida, Cape May, Mount Washington and wherever else we went camping.  Yes, he used it for work; to bring displays to and from suppliers and clients and he even made sure that bad boy was polished and shiny so I could deliver my catered goods in it, even offering to chauffeur me around.

To say it was difficult to let it go is an understatement.  I signed the paperwork and drove home, crying all the way.  (My car was not available, so I had it for another week or so.)  It felt like I was cutting off another piece of Mick.  It almost felt like a betrayal.  No, no, I know it wasn’t but it still felt so… so, I don’t know, wrong!  It was not really feasible for me to keep it, especially since the boys had pretty much decided they were done with camping. (It was a Dad-thing.)  Since I no longer needed to learn how to pull the trailer and since it costs an arm and a leg, it was the best thing to do.  Yes, I know, Mick would approve my choice. Still.

I managed to keep my secret for the almost two weeks it took to get my new car, despite my sister and brother-in-law’s offers to help me sell the Beast.  I managed to nod and agree that yes, it would be the smart thing to do (to sell it) and that, when  I was ready, I would definitely accept all aid offered.  How I kept my mouth shut is beyond me!  But I did.

My poor sales rep was freaking out because he could not find a dealership with the “Metallic Sunset” that I wanted.  You see, my favourite colour since about the age of 10-12 is orange.  I wanted at least a hint of orange in my new vehicle!  I have never been able to buy myself a car in the colour and make desired before.   There were always outside influences ~ and let’s just leave it at that!  Given my situation, I think Luc took it upon himself to do the necessary to give me what I wanted.  Took him a week to find one hundreds of miles away!  Made the necessary arrangements to have it for me by this week.  I got the phone call on Monday telling me that I could come at whatever time was convenient to me on Tuesday.  Omigosh!  I am getting a brand-spanking-new car!

But now I had to empty the Beast.  Remove whatever Mick had accumulated inside.  Who would think that collecting change, flashlights, measuring tapes, small tools, tissues, notebooks, plugs, chargers, etc. could bring up so much emotion.  Oh, I joked about his being a hoarder but man; this was a snippet ~ a big snippet ~ of who he was and what he did.

Come Tuesday, I went to the gym, walked the dog, went through my MK products and then made my way to the Ford Dealership for my 1:00 p.m. appointment.  I suddenly got an urge for a couple of steamies and fries so I stopped off at “La Belle Province” for a greasy, memory-filled lunch (a favourite of Mick’s) and then made my way, lump in my throat, to the dealership.

Backed the truck into a parking space while some old man watched me from the inside the store (wonder if I impressed him with my prowess?) and went to meet with Luc.  Sign here, and here and here; initial here and here; pay this much and let’s go see your new Ford Escape!  We sat inside and Luc went through all the bells and whistles and off I drove.

I truly had not planned on getting a new car ~ I’ve always had slightly used ones ~ I must admit, I’m not sad.