On Wednesday, Aug. 8th, I was up at 6 and in the shower immediately. By 7 I had eaten some cereal, had my tea and was dressed and ready to leave. Today, I was meeting my daughter to go to a visitation, 123 miles west. I was disappointed to see the cover of thick white fog across the land. Bill checked the lights on Ptooties so I knew how to turn the fog lights on and I pulled out at 7:15.
|The sun tried a few times to break through|
but it wasn't until I was through Milverton that it cleared
|And then a beautiful day was upon us|
|Welcome Mr. Sunshine|
|Their coffee is too strong for me, but I LOVE their steeped tea|
Oh, and I got to meet Jack, their stray kitten. Chris is on midnights this week so was sleeping after working until 7 am this morning. Not a pleasant shift at all especially just coming off afternoons! Bridgette drove us from their home in her new Jeep and it was a much more pleasant ride than Bixbe would have been. I’m too old to get in and out of low vehicles. 😊
Travelling the 401 highway (Interstate-like for our American friends) is nothing to my daughter, she has always used it for quick access to and from her jobs. Arriving in West Lorne started to bring back memories. Bridgette’s first home (on her own) was here and we drove by on the way to Rodney. Talk about memories, they came flooding back as we slowed down for me to take a picture of the beautiful home I once owned. That was 1984 – 1989 and a different spouse and a different life.
|401 travelling was relatively quiet|
Fran Wight was the neighbor to the left and in 5 years, the 4 of us became closer than 2 couples could ever be. It was a period of games, drinking, walks, dances and parties and most without leaving our own properties. I remember them fondly.
|My old house in Rodney|
|New owners have added a pool by the looks of it|
|The tall beautiful hedge on the left side of picture|
is Rob and Fran's - where we cut through often
When we walked into the Funeral home on Main St. there were familiar faces but not likely. I kept wondering if I should know them but I really didn’t get involved in the town. I drove 45 min. to London daily for work, didn’t shop in Rodney and didn’t socialize with anyone other than this small group of friends/neighbours. We didn’t need to.
|Fran and I on our back deck|
|Ready for one of our dances|
|She was a beautiful friend, inside and out|
We hung around a bit after signing Fran’s coffin (what a neat idea!) and watching a video of pictures. I was thrilled and yet surprised to see that I was included in a couple of them. I got goosebumps for being included in the memorial. After being told by a handful of friends from the past that I hadn’t changed a bit, we felt we could slip out before the ceremony. Bridgette and I chatted non-stop on the way back to Woodstock and it was truly a wonderful visit together.
|Ladies of the Corn|
Bridgette wanted me to see how tall it was next to their property
|Yup, it's tall!|
|And my blurring self-portrait on my camera|
|Yes, Bridgette, 3 pictures in a timed row|
When I left her place, after perusing her gardens and naming some plants for her, I texted Bill that I was on my way. I thought I’d be more tired from the early rising, the drive and back again but when I drove in to see Kim and Ken as well as George and Suzie had arrived, it was my second wind. I joined the Happy Hour with a Diet Gingerale, afraid of what alcohol would do to me without having eaten much.
|Yay! Just in time for Happy Hour!|
|Supper was delicious although minimal|
|And the gang is almost all here!|
One more on Friday
|And Bill had a lovely fire going|
Ken, George, Suzie, Rob, Bill, my chair, Pat and Kim
|Bill took his Timber up for a short flight|
|And she landed without incident|
in the sunset
|The bottom lights showed up great!|
Thank you for your visit!