Things are folding in around the edges of my technical world. My printers aren’t seeing eye to eye with the laptop. My laptop refuses to recognize my palm pilot. I’ve gone into various help programmes but nothing seems to work. It will all have to wait until I hit Toronto and some high-tech help.
However, I’m still on line and will be for another short while, until the Newfoundland tent gets folded up and Strawbella gets packed and I head out on the annual safari across the eastern stretch of Canada to Ontario.
I’ve got stuff everywhere all over the house and a huge list of what needs to be taken with me. Ansa knows something’s up and always does before we move. She saunters by me a lot. Follows me constantly. Yes, I reassure her, I haven’t forgotten I have a dog, have I ever left you behind? She sniffs suitcases, rattles her water dishes. Something’s afoot, or should that be apaw? Ahem.
I’ve been visiting around and about, a custom that is dying in a lot of the world but is alive and well here. Unheralded dropins for a cuppa or a drinka depending on your imbibement of choice.
Tonight I was at Augusta’s. Apart from anything else I love the feeling of her name in my mouth. She suits her name. Her husband calls her Gus. I never could. Augusta is just too gorgeous a word to misplace like that.
Things you don’t know about people and that fall into your ears.
“Back then, 33 Christmases ago,” Augusta says, after we had settled down with the tea, “When I thought I was in labour with twins…”
“Go on!” I say, “Go on! They were wrong, it wasn’t twins at all?”
“Well, first it was,” she says, “There they were, a lovely short labour and my two perfect little girls!”
“And then,” she says, “Another tiny cramp, and there he was!”
“Triplets?” I say, in awe, “You had triplets?”
“Ah,” she says, “But that’s not the end of it either!”
“Go on!” I say, brilliant conversationalist that I am.
“My triplet grandchildren just turned 6!”
“Don’t tell me,” she adds, “That things like that don’t run in families!”
The stuff we don’t know about people.....
