The first day of the rest of my …

December 17, 2008 by Barbara.

Oops. I was posting this bit that I wrote yesterday but forgot to change the time stamp. It only makes sense for yesterday.

With my oral language exam behind me, I’ve taken time off until the New Year. At that point I will either return to work or school but for a few days I will be in limbo. And so today might not be anything as dramatic as “the first day of the rest of my life” but it is at least the first day of the rest of my week, at least. I’ve lots planned, of course.

I let Reid sleep in today since she fell asleep on the way home from school last night (though she claimed to be pretending) and since I was thinking I’d start running my errands right after I dropped her off and I didn’t want to be waiting for stores to open. Ken, Reid and I, joined by Bruno, shovelled the theoretical 5 centimetres - given what we shovelled, I’d be 6 feet tall - from our driveway and even from our neighbours’ half. Finally, I gave Reid her breakfast, refilled the dishwasher and chatted with Ken while he waited and waited and waited for his ride. Do you remember about the bus strike? Rush hour starts about 6am and lasts til 7pm these days. Between the strike and new snow, it took me twice as long to get Reid to her class. Still, I got her there safely and was dropping cookies off to Amanda just after 9:00. My next stop was the train station to exchange my on-line transaction receipt for actual tickets. The last time we took the train, I waited until the morning of the trip and we ended up having to run for the train. It was all going so well until I heard the car door shut and realized that I had broken a cardinal rule of being me: I locked the door with the switch instead of my keys! Remember the extra cars on the road because of the strike and the snow I may have mentioned, say 3 sentences ago? They’ve got CAA tow trucks all tied up.

I remembered something my older, wiser sister told me about getting a key from the dealership (fortunately located near the train station) to get in the car for $13.56 (cost of the key) plus $19.22 (cost of the cab), I’ve escaped the hours-long wait for the tow truck. Imagine if I’d left when Ken thought I should, I probably wouldn’t have locked the keys in the car - it wouldn’t have been my turn - and I’d be two errands to the good. Ah well. Hope your day is going more smoothly.

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