Hair looks fine, 3.5 inches OFF. Looked better before wearing hat which because of the ice and snow, as we are in a red weather alert situation here, I had to put on my newly quaffed hair. This was after, after what, is the question. Taking immigrant neighbor, to toy give away, that was not happening because of the snow. I had forgotten about the giveaway because of my hair appointment and a showing of the house. The excitement. I have no life and apparently no memory.
While showing of the house, was going on, the oldest son of the Syrian refugees with whom I am now giving driving lessons to, came or went to my door to ask if we are going. I was not home, I had gone. I was having my hair done. At the same time fed-ex showed up with parcel from my older sister, pears apparently. I thought it was socks. The fed ex asked, the salesman showing the house, if he was my husband. He said no but refused to take the parcel as he did not know my name. ( I told my sisters that I would give him my first born if he sold this place) Upon my return along with his card, ( I now know his name) and a final notice of delivery. Where was I? I was then at Stirling’s, the original apple store, to purchase fruit, a huge bag of apples to take with me Friday the only day clear of snow and ice. (I am trying to go to la belle province, between snow storms.) If I ever get out of here. and if I try to go there, and not be here, will be an offer on the house. My little cell phone is not up to the task at all. It was cranky getting a call from mom. I bought the house with a fax machine and they do not exist anymore.
Thought I was giving a friend lunch, as she told me I could go to her house in the snow storm with the dog to wait out the showing. This showing had been pushed up an hour, because of the storm. I stalled at Stirling’s. Lucy get treats so it was great. The store is close to her home. My question to her was would she like to come to pancakes and sausages lunch having just purchased them. Emergency snow groceries, including in that was a deeply discounted chocolate cake. She was at Big Box book store. Thanks no, she parried that she had from her mother’s chowder and ham. We had a bagel, chocolate cake on my side, with ham and chowder, at my house. How this happened I have no idea.
After lunch and because they have no phone. I went over with “on sale!”Christmas Chocolate snow cake for the kids, as I did not want to have the whole thing myself. OFF we go after I miss the message on face book she wants to pray. Today was not a driving lesson kind of day, I would not let her drive. I barely got going. The windshield wipers were crusting up, and it was almost impossible to see, but being Canadian OFF we went. We go to find out the toy give away was not going on. Took her to the big box store, as every mother of four children, needs groceries, snow or not, it is a rule. Her husband started working today at fish packing plant in Shediac 12 hour shift 6 days a week.
I called fed ex in Ontario, to let them know it was snowing, I had no life, and had been getting my hair done. They told me that I had to pick what I now know is pears, not socks. I said I never leave the house I do not have a life, it is hard being a sex symbol, and I was getting my hair done. I cannot dig the car out. If I leave I will miss the delivery again. Could you please, have him come back, so they sent a message to find the parcel of pears. I told the lady I will take a picture of my hair and send it with the delivery guy.
Fallen twice while walking Lucy, wearing pardon the pun ” fall boots”. The second time I was on the ground, Lucy ‘stayed” as a tractor huge city thing went by. First time slipped in the driveway. Neck hurts.
The reservation systems are not working, and here I thought it had been resolved. the mattress is still gone you my dear and gentle readers will be pleased to know. I missed out on reservations, and not even a by your leave, in the ways of apologies. I am the idiot, and the server, is the problem apparently. No boot camp, as I just recived an email entitled home work out. She has forgotten we must shovel sometime.“Go back?” he thought. “No good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!” So up he got, and trotted along with his little sword held in front of him and one hand feeling the wall, and his heart all of a patter and a pitter.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit Moi and the unbeatable Lucy P