|I don't expect that much, just a few bags of leaves..|
|And I treat her with the greatest of respect (yep that's fresh poop)|
It was our annual Christmas gala at the Arts Centre last night. All the musical who's who, of our fair city were out, attired in their Christmas elegantry, performing their finest. I was there, accompanying my friend Murray, on the piano. As well I got rooked into singing in the grand finale - White Christmas. We had a huge massed choir, with a full orchestra accompanying - quite an impressive deal. So laden with a wonderful sense of accomplishment, dripping good cheer, I strode out to my truck to drive home.
Oh and before I forget, the Missus and I did a nine kilometer walk in the morning - from home to the local Tim Hortons establishment, for our bagel and orange juice (it's a bit of a tradition, don't question it).
When I parked my truck at the beginning of the evening, there was kind of a clunk, as I put it in park, but I really thought nothing more of it. That is until I started the old girl up at 10:15 pm, and she flatly refused to shift into drive --the ominisity of that clunk suddenly became apparent. Any thinking human, would have walked back to the Arts Center to see if there was anyone left going my direction. Not the Musical Gardener. I decided it was time for an adventure, translate into "let's hoofer for home".
The Missus was home, snug in bed, so I determined I would walk to the Walmart and see if I could call from there. I got to Walmart, and it seemed a shame to drag someone out of bed, just to come and get me for the sake of another four kilometers. So home I trudged, frost collecting in prodigious icicles on my mustache and goatee. I figure 17 k is not a bad day for an old geezer, especially since the last eight were in suit and dress shoes (again no cause for alarm, heavy overcoat, gloves and toque -- in in varying night shades on a darkened road - I was the perfect target for a hit and run). Only saving grace was that all the sensible drivers were home asleep in their beds by that hour, and the taxies ferrying inebriated, Christmas revelers home, seemed to veer carefully around me - no doubt thinking that I should have flagging them down in my obvious soused state.
One never knows what their day may bring. Today I'm planning on not walking as much. Now to get a tow truck and determine how I've offended my trusty mode of transport.
The Daily Quest
And that is about all I have to say for today.
Musings and meanderings from the Musical Gardener.