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Trying something new

On the advice of my friend Suzanne, I’m tried something new today.  What did I do different? First I took my rarely used bicycle out of the shed, secured my helmet, and rode off to the local mall. Well I actually had to turn around at the corner and go back home, the back tire was deflated. Unlock gate, unlock house, route in jar of numerous keys for shed key, find key ring with numerous keys – forcing me to try one of many again to unlock shed, find tire pump, pump like mad woman so nozzle can fall off tire thingamajig numerous times, finally re-inflate tire, return pump to shed, lock shed, return keys to house, lock house, lock gate, ride off into sunset to mall.

Finally on my way, I debate riding on the sidewalk (which is illegal) vs the road. Decide on the road, only to almost get taken out by driver who obviously hates bike riders. After my near death experience I arrived at the mall. I go to the Bulk Barn to buy some steel-cut oats (one has to stay regular healthy), and dog treats. Eventually I grab a coffee and breakfast so I can sit down and write. In truth, I went to the mall for the sole intention of writing. It seems sitting at my computer lately just draws blanks.

These past three weeks have been a whirlwind of activity at our house with Suzanne visiting. I have played the tourist with her, as we toured the RGB (Royal Botanical Gardens), The Hamilton Farmer’s Market, Cootes Paradise, Lindsay Ontario, Aylmer Ontario, Port Dover Ontario, and Niagara Falls Ontario. On bad chronic pain days for me, Suzanne went out on her own walking – and boy can that woman walk, 14 kilometres one day alone! (Note: Suzanne came over quite aware, that there would be days, she would have to go it alone while I rested). Middle child graciously did fill in for me a number of times, taking Suzanne to the mall, and for a walk at Albion Falls.

The visit to Aylmer and Port Dover (where our grandmother used to live) was on the invitation of my sister, who was interested in checking out some handmade Mennonite dining room tables. Afterwards, she thought it would be nice to have lunch on the beach in Port Dover. So on a very raining Saturday, my sister drove into town to pick us up. With umbrella’s on hand (I borrowed my husband one and only, supposedly favourite umbrella, which was later turned inside out, and left broken by an extremely strong wind gust, that amazingly left me unscathed (did he ask me that – Nooo!)) Anyways, the furniture was gorgeous, though nothing was purchased, except of course slippers by me, that middle child keeps trying to steal (payback for hubby’s umbrella?)

It seemed the rain was not going to let up, nevertheless it did not put a damper on our lunch, the scene reminded my Wales-born friend of home.

Picture of the rain hitting the restaurant window.

Before you ask, I have no idea why the restaurant decided to plant palm trees on the beach.

A visit with my Twitter Friend from Wales

My Elf on the Shelf is holding the gift of chocolate I received from Angela, my Twitter Friend from Wales. I received Great British Spotted Dick Pudding Bars and Great British Treacle Tart Pudding Bars

My Elf on the Shelf is holding the gift of chocolate I received from Angela, my Twitter Friend from Wales. I received Great British Spotted Dick Pudding Bars and Great British Treacle Tart Pudding Bars.

Over the years that I have been on Twitter I have had the opportunity to meet some of my Twitter friends who live in different parts of the world. Meeting my followers  who live in Canada has not been all that difficult, but for those who live hundreds or thousands of kilometres away, well you can only wish that one day you will meet. Last spring when my husband and I went to Jamaica we were able to meet with my Twitter friend Emma and her husband.  This coming summer, I will be hosting my Twitter friend Suzanne for three weeks, who is originally from England but for the last few years has lived in South Africa, and is now moving to Dubai with her husband (we also have been writing letters to each other for a few years).

Yesterday though, I had the opportunity to have lunch with Angela from Wales (Angela is over visiting family that just happen to live in the same city as I). Chatting through Twitter, we arranged to meet at a local restaurant for coffee. This is when my children give me the one-two for meeting strangers over the Internet (Note I do not recommend the meeting of strangers over the internet, if you do, always, always tell someone where you are going, at what time, when you will arrive home, and have the meeting in a public place)

Well chatting away about our families, I found out that I also follow her daughter on Twitter, who is also quite pleasant to chat with. During our visit, Angela presented me with two gifts, first a lovely apron, designed and sewn by a friend of hers (her friend sells the aprons on Etsy but at the writing of this post I am unable to remember her name). She also gave me two different types of chocolate bars, the one having the most funny name of “Spotted Dick” , it is delicious. Feeling absolutely horrid that I did not bring anything for her, the lattes and lunch were my treat. (I know Angela had no intention whatsoever of making me feel bad, but being Canadian, well I did feel awful).

Here I am, with our two dogs Cocoa and Bear,  holding the chocolate bars and wearing my new Apron.

Here I am, with our two dogs Cocoa and Bear, holding the chocolate bars and wearing my new Apron.

Sadly I was not able to spend more time with Angela but it was just lovely meeting her, and I certainly hope we can continue to chat on Twitter, and maybe one day I will be able to make it to Wales.

Angela and I

Angela and I.