It Figures

Note: Apologies for the radio silence but it has been an odd couple of weeks.  I have been keeping notes; I just haven’t got around to adding them to the blog. To help me keep track I will be back-dating the posts, so the previous few and next several posts will catch me up to date.

Decades ago (God, I’m getting old) I was staying at my friend’s house in Georgetown. It had been a clean up after the kids, sit around gabbing, complete some projects around the house, kind of a weekend. My friend realized she needed something from the store. But she looked like crap (we both did, I’m not being nasty here). It’s a small town (smaller back then) and she is a school teacher, so she was bound to run into someone she knew. I said, let me go, who am I going to run into here in Georgetown? So I went. Did I mention I looked like crap? No make up, baggy jeans and T-shirt, messy hair, heading into Loblaws. Wouldn’t you know it; I ran into a co-worker who lived there. And of course, it was a young, good-looking, well turned-out, male co-worker to boot. Granted, he was there with his husband, so it’s not like I had romantic designs on him, but still, you always want to look nice in front of a good-looking man. Or at least I do.

So yesterday my cousin & I visited the drop-in centre for seniors dealing with dementia here in Carluke. My aunt and uncle had been going since her diagnosis several years ago and more recently Viv had been accompanying Uncle Ian there. What an impressive set-up! It’s run by the local minister, with great volunteers, delicious food, and different entertainment each week. This week it was a sing-along and while I didn’t know the words to Three Wee Craws or The Jeely Piece song, we also had some Simon & Garfunkel and Neil Diamond (more on Neil later). A lovely visit.

This morning I had to run some errands. Did I mention that we’ve been making quite a dent in the local wine supply? Last night was the pinnacle: three bottle between us. Hmmm. I was halfway to the local Tesco when I realized: I hadn’t put on any make-up before leaving the house this morning. Not only that, I hadn’t even washed my face. Worse, I hadn’t removed yesterday’s make-up. How delightful. But, I rationalized, it wasn’t like I knew anyone in Carluke, right? (You can see where this is going). Walked into the Tesco and first person I ran into was one of yesterday’s volunteers. Well, splendid. Why does this always happen to me? A population of 14,000 and I run into the only person I know.

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