Out of gas

The funny thing was that I wasn't even embarrassed.

The unfunny thing was that I missed Carl's wedding because of it.

On Saturday Paul told me I would need to go to the gas station, though he assured me I'd have enough to make it back to the church if need be. Which was good, I realized as I climbed into the car in the lot across the street from the Chaplaincy (a soup kitchen + type building we were cleaning and organizing). It was good because I didn't have my wallet with me --- I'd left my purse in the office of the church, because I wasn't planning to drive. (I realized a bit later that the keys to get into said office where in my coat pocket, which I left in the Chaplaincy.)

There wasn't enough to get back to the church. I didn't actually make it as far as the gas station. And did I mention this was the one day I didn't have my cell phone with me?

A busy street. At a set of lights, in the middle lane (which was good, because people could go around me). Not really in walking distance of anything that would be of use to someone who didn't have any money. So I flagged down a random car.

And that was neat, because the people (who were at first a bit wary) took great care of me. They let me use their phone (though I called AutoClub but was on hold for too long and gave up), and called the police for me so they wouldn't tow my car. They even drove me all the way back to the church (where thankfully Pastor Eric was working --- he got the gas can out of the garage and drove me back to my car; all fixed), and when we got there, the lady said, "I come here for Easter services". They had given me their full names, and pointed out their house as we drove by, so I plan to be sending them a very nice thank you note, and inviting them to come to a NON-Easter service.

Nice people still exist in the world.

But by the time this was all sorted out, I didn't have a chance of getting changed and driving to Moncton in time to see Carl (Ford Gilles) get married. I hope it was a perfect day for him.

Emma and the babies

Roommates at Jer and Sar's Wedding

The Cats

Life update

So the babies have gone to the pet store, for which I pocketed six dollars. It was sad. Stumpy's name is now Ophelia, and she lives in a huge and wonderfully complex cage at the home of my friend Sarah, and is quite able to navigate with three feet and one eye.

Last weekend I went to Jeremiah and Sarah's wedding with Tina Becker. I was very happy to have Thanksgiving dinner with my mom, Alison and Tina, and to have seen unexpectly encountered Meredith Culberson, Adam Janes, and Diana Kutz at the wedding. Sar and Jer both looked very pretty.

If I ever get around to taking any pictures OFF the camera we finally bought, I will post baby and wedding pictures.

Last night I had a dream about being at some camp and having black and purple hair and being quite depressed. But then I looked into my back yard (because suddenly I was in the house I lived in until I was four, which has a public park right behind it) and there were Amanda Moorehead (who kept trying to dance the bridge of the "Chicken Dance" with me), Emily Knapp, Heather Kloosterman (with a very cute child in tow), with cameos by Wendy Cirne, Tanya Jarvis, and several others from my Pineview and ADHS days, all grown up. Most of them were in line to do cartwheels. And I was deliriously happy to have happened upon them. Then I woke up.

My hope is that some of those people mentioned above will Google their maiden names and happen upon this site --- I'd love to hear how they're doing and where they ended up.

Maybe it's because of what I've been reading that they were on my mind. I recently picked up four Robertson Davies books from the library, and am currently rereading the second book of the Deptford trilogy, which we read in English class in high school.

I loved English classes. Our teacher Olive Abeles was my favourite high school teacher, and instilled in me such an appreciation for Canadian authors, and for the poem after which this site is titled, and for Leonard Cohen and eccentric thinking. I saw her in March, and it made me miss those days and having someone who so easily inspires (and entertains) at close hand.

I think I need a hair cut. Or the patience to let it grow.

I'm in a young adult small group for 40 Days of Community at our church, and because of the people in it I've actually been able to feel like a PART of it, rather than it being an obligatory thing a pastor has to do. It's done me a world of good to spend time with people my own age on a consistent basis.

Rogers no longer has late fees, "and unlike Blockbuster" they "don't charge restocking fees". Judged.