Run-ins

Our house is decidedly unexciting right now.  The only thing Sydney and I can think of is sleep–when, how, and how much.  Katherine is going through some tough nights, and all of us are faring the worse for it.  So everything is at a standstill, waiting for enough sleep for the brains to flicker back on.

But other exciting things around town:

When I was at the laundromat an older gentleman (very chatty) walked by as I was waiting and asked if I was “one of the college students.”  I was confused, given that the nearest university is thirty minutes away.  But he settled in, doing his best to convince me I was one of the young folks from the college, on a summer break.  At some point I broke it to him that I was out of college–and that I needed to go fetch my daughter.

Today, when I had Katherine settled in for a nap and was just starting to relax, I saw another older gentleman making his way across our lawn.  Remember that we live on the end of a dead-end road in a very small town.  I called Sydney down from the loft and then watched as the man settled himself on our front porch.  When I asked if I could help him the gentleman told me that he just needed a rest on his way home.  When I pointed out that the road ended here he said he takes a shortcut this way (oh great, we’ll be seeing lots of him).  He then proceeded to inquire if I was “boarding” here, and was I with my boyfriend, and he announced that I had the newest car of the cars he’s seen here.  And boy, there were a number of cars here in recent times.  By this point I was starting to laugh, wondering if he thought I was running some sort of brothel or party house.  And, after a quick mention of my husband, family down the road, and my daughter (who was now yelling at the top of her lungs), I escaped inside and locked the door.  I’m wondering if I should keep that shotgun handier . . .

In other news, my brother-in-law reopened his cafe in town after extensive renovations, and I, lucky dog, got to settle in for lunch there today while Sydney stayed with Katherine.  So nice to enjoy someone else’s cooking, and so nice to then go and ask him about what made everything taste so good.  Looking forward to more lunches like that over the summer!

And it’s started: a lady at the market asked my mother-in-law whether Katherine was saying any words.  When she was told no, she got concerned and asked if the child had been checked for hearing problems.  Sigh.

Sydney, unfortunately, threw out his back.  So he’s currently hobbling around the house, looking like he’s in his late 100’s.  Katherine’s a bit put out at not being thrown into the air by him, but she’s dealing.  And we’re all grateful that the temperature’s dropped from the 90’s to the low 80’s, though it’s still quite warm by Nova Scotia standards.  Next summer we’re vacationing in the Northwest Territories!

Erin

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2 Responses to Run-ins

  1. Mother-of-the-bride says:

    Well, well. You’ve all had quite the week – and it’s only just begun.

  2. Laura Boll Peifer says:

    Ohmygoodness! Your stories are hilarious! But so sorry to hear about Sydney’s back, and K’s sleep… hang in there!

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