Why am I going on about this pretty word; and it is pretty, don’t you think? After two days of full-on cooking ~ I’m talking starting at 6:30 in the morning, finishing around 12:30 am (with breaks for delivery and dish-washing and feeding the boys. Oh wait, that entails cooking too!) on both days ~ I was tired and ached all over.
I had two options: take a nap or walk Zeke in the beautiful, warm sunshine. OK, there was that third option of going to the gym that I signed up for last Tuesday and have not been to since. But seriously, not in contention for today’s options!
The sun was too bright to ignore, not to mention Zeke’s imploring eyes. The nap could wait. Off we went into the sun’s warming rays. Oh yes, my friends, after months of freezing our tushies off, I was outside. In a spring-type jacket. No gloves. No tuque. No scarf… (Yes, Mom, I know. Too early to take it all off!!) I was, however, wearing some hiking boots that are waterproof as my winter boots are still wet from yesterday (and frankly, way too hot), my rubber boots (Wellies to you Brits) are in the trailer up north and my running shoes are not waterproof. There were puddles to jump over and slushy snow to walk through. Protection was necessary.
Now, which direction? How far was I willing to walk on my aching feet?
Reflections on melting ice
I decided to see if I would be lucky enough to run into Lorna and Virginio, a lovely couple I met on a walk a few weeks ago. Would serendipity come into play? Yes, there is an element of luck involved, but there is more of a chance of running into them if I actually walk on their street, n’est-ce pas?
Zeke was confused because the direction we took was a totally different one. Normally we walk on this street on our way back from going to “my” river. There is no way I was walking that far. As in may areas of Boucherville, there are many little and large parks with skating circles with or without separate hockey rinks. The reflections in the melting ice caught my eye so I made my way to a bench and left Zeke to his own devices. Many trees to sniff, you know.
My little picture-taking session over, we hit he street. Hmm, the car is there but the curtains are drawn. Though the first time we met, an invitation was issued to drop by for a cappuccino by La Barista (V said L was the best!), now was not the time. I mean, c’mon, I met them all but once! So, we take a few more steps and lo and behold, I hear: “Hey there Zeke!”
Isn’t it wonderful how you can meet people and feel an instant rapport and be able to talk about movies, books, food, without feeling the slightest awkwardness? V then totally made my day by telling me that he found I had a good aura about me. What a fabulous thing to be told. I have not been feeling at my most shiniest and brightest lately and these words were manna from heaven. Grazie Virginio. Lorna, I can see why you’ve kept him around for these 43 years!
We must have chatted in their driveway for a good half hour before I turned back for home with a list of movies to look out for (Midnight’s Children is serendipitously playing tomorrow morning!), a hankering to make risotto and the knowledge that I would be welcome for a cup of coffee and a chitchat ~ as long as I brought Zeke! I will be kind to them and wait for much dryer weather because them-there paws were pretty gross!