Lines, lines, everywhere a line

I have to apologize to the Five Man Electrical Band for misusing their lyrics for Signs, Signs but I needed a theme song for Sunday and this is as close as I could get.  I started my day in the line up to get a wristband that would entitle Reid to an H1N1 shot. I joined the queue at 6:03 but wasn’t one on the lucky 700 to get a wristband when they started passing them out at 7:30. Thanks to the time change, I’d been up at 4:50 but decided not to go early. Sigh. Hindsight really is 20/20.

I’d already planned to take Grandma Barb and Reid to Cora’s - thinking we’d kill time between getting a wristband and the shot itself - and so we went as a consolation prize instead. Of course, we had to stand in line again but at least we were inside to wait and the food was scrumptious.

After lunch, Reid and I took a bus downtown to the National Arts Centre for a Kinderconcert. There was a line formed just inside the door and we obediently took our places. It seemed odd to me that the programme was in French but since the concerts are offered in both languages, I decided that I’d just chosen from the pile. The stage, which featured a bath tub and sink, seemed odd for a concert titled, “Fred Piston and his Seven Trumpets“. My keen ears noticed that I heard conversations going on around us and I asked the lady in front of me if we were going to see a play or concert (but I asked en français, of course). The lady confirmed that we were in the wrong room and Reid and I dashed back to the people who were tearing tickets but not verifying that the patron was in the right room, evidently. We got to the new room and settled on the floor with a couple of minutes to spare.

Our next line was at the community centre where Reid’s hockey pictures were to be taken. I’d been worried that Reid would get chilled waiting her turn but it turned out she overheated. I have to say that I’d make a good beauty pageant mom because I patted Reid lovingly, held the belly part of her chest protector away from her tummy, which she said wasn’t feeling well, but didn’t agree to take her home when she said that she felt sick. Once I got Reid cooled off a bit, she quit saying she was sick but she didn’t lose her pasty-white complexion. I’m hoping that the photographer will add a little healthy colour before printing the pictures.

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