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Not on the list

Very few of my activities today were pre planned and on the to do list; least of all hitching a ride with a stranger.

Last year about this time, on CBC radio, I listened to an interesting interview. It was a recently retired woman, I believe a teacher, who felt she needed to challenge herself for the next year. A natural introvert she worried about becoming too self-contained so she started a blog called A year of strangers and in it she writes about random encounters she makes. I had expected daily posts but it’s been a bit more hit and miss. Some of them are poignant, some unsettling and the odd one is laugh out loud funny.

Now what does this have to do with my random day?

I snagged a last-minute Physio appointment. Not really how I wanted to spend my afternoon off but I need to get this silly (or you could even insert stronger words here) injury on its way to healing. So, seems I was already city bound, and my SUV had an urgent issue I decided to kill two birds with one stone. Or so I hoped.

The timing wasn’t quite what I had hoped. They said they’d look at the SUV @ 1:00 so that would have worked out well for my appointment. But at 2:10 they hadn’t even brought it into the shop.

I’m now stranded at the clinic. I have no cash for the bus (if I could ever figure out the schedule on-line), no close by friend who happened to be home to rescue me and it’s too far to walk when it’s 34 and the last hour was just spent being a pretzel.

It’s a parking lot and people are driving places so I just need to find someone going the direction I want to go. First car was a strike out. Second one was a bingo. A nice elderly man went out of his way to drop me off at George Ward pool. We discussed many items in our 10 minute drive and I thanked him profusely. Ah love “small town” friendliness.

So now I’m at the pool on the hottest day of the year. It’s a pretty decent place to be stranded while I wait for the call. I do some obstacle swimming; rehab means only 30 minutes allowed this week. It was crowded partly because the Saskatoon Fire Dept Rescue team was diving in the deep end.

I spent a lot of time people watching and going down memory lane. The call from mom that there is only 5 minutes left. The noisy boys shouting as they go off the diving board. The babies crying and the smell of fresh French fries. The people watching is always interesting. There were a few dads and kids but mostly moms and kids. Lots of play dates. A multi generational gathering.

Good thing my swim bag lives in my vehicle and I had something to do. Finally the phone call happens around 4:15. The kind you don’t want when it’s your vehicle that they are talking about. The “here’s the bad news, here’s the worse news and here’s the end verdict”. All of them mega expensive, of course.

My sun roof wouldn’t fully close a few days ago. Smarter types than me tried for a while, also to no avail. It closes 90% of the way and then stops so it seems like maybe a sensor my guys think. Apparently it’s the motor even though said motor opens and closes it most of the way? The same kind of motor that they don’t make any more because this vehicle is no longer manufactured. So it’s irreplaceable unless we can find an SGI salvage vehicle of the same vintage. In the meantime to actually close the sub roof against leaks it’s a five-hour shop job. Or we could just use heavy poly and tuck tape and call it a day? Meanwhile winter is coming and I don’t mean the TV show.

The good news is I’ve talked to a lot of strangers today. I’ve enjoyed some forced R and R time. They washed my vehicle and didn’t charge me for any of their time. I stopped and paused to enjoy both the pastoral beauty of summer and the sunset.

I’m searching for the silver lining because the fact that my vehicle can’t be repaired isn’t sitting well on my pocket-book. I’m trying to figure out what’s the best option without losing my mind over it. The best option right now is to let it go and get some sleep.

Bernie

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I have had a love of the written word for my entire life. It's no surprise that eventually I found a platform where I could write. It's random; sometimes funny, occasionally sad, maybe even at times from anger and I lean towards creative photography and hands on crafts. I have a few blogs that high light these interests.

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