It was an eventful week in my world… I broke the law, and got caught; locked my keys in the car and got a little too close to the trunk of a cedar hedge while giving it a trim.
The law-breaking part cost me five bucks. I stuck a quarter in a parking meter outside the Brockville court house and figured my business wouldn’t take any more than 10 minutes. The 15-minute limit on the meter was lots of time, or so I figured. Not 12 minutes later and there was a little white ticket, flapping in the breeze. Racing against a metre is not a sport I excel at.
Neither is breaking into my vehicle after I lock the keys in it. Roadside to the rescue, but not before I woke my poor mother from a slumber at 6 a.m. Sunday morning. Not much she could have done anyway. It wasn’t like she could bring me my spare set – that one was locked in the car as well.
Break-and-enter is another sport I don’t excel at.
Then there was that stupid hedge. The one that attacks me every time I go into the house. I figured I’d give it a bit of a chop… well, two wheelbarrow loads of dead brush later, mission accomplished.
When my guy pal saw the hack job, all he could say was, “Oh my.”
Yes, it was that bad. Apparently, it wasn’t dead after all. Cedars grow that way – all dead looking in the middle. Let’s just say, the hedge looks a little more unique now.
Hedge clipping is another one of those sports I don’t excel at.
The upside this week, I think, was spending a night in my new red tent – the first time I’ve done that since my pre-marital days in Lower Beverley Lake Township Park.
I have been on a hunt for a tent for a while now. It had to be big enough to dance in – none of that cramped quarters stuff. I wanted to be able to stand up to change my clothes – or my mind. It had to be big enough for a queen-size air mattress… cuz I’m a queen size kinda gal.
So I found one. It has a dining area, and sleeps eight (children maybe), according to the box. There is even a partition.
Putting it up was a breeze. There was no bickering, no fumbling and no trying to figure out which end was up. We didn’t even have any spare parts… bonus.
Once we had it situated, we admired its beauty and our teamwork. It’s big… and red. My favourite colour. It was an eventful evening in that big red tent. Under the stars. In a friend’s back yard – who lives in the city. Beside a train track.
Oh, there is nothing like Lower Beverley Lake Township Park.
I think we’ll have to find a spot and pitch it there for a while.
Could be I have found a sport I excel at.