Last week something exciting arrived at work via Purolator. That something exciting may also give some of my Ontario readers who are related to me a slight heart attack.
Last week Purolator delivered a helmet, jacket and gloves for me to wear on Cody’s street bike and tonight we tried riding together for the first time. I’d like to say he was super nice to me and went at slow cruiser speeds the entire time – but then I’d be lying. However, I’ll never tell you how fast he did go (I’d really like my parents and grandparents to still love him when they meet him at Christmas time).
The only other motorcycle I’ve been on is my grandpa’s and that his cruiser couldn’t be more different. While I get to sit back, listen to classical or gospel music and relax in the comfy seat with arm rests on grandpa’s bike, I have to sit 100 per cent still and brace myself against the gas tank on Cody’s.
All I have to say after tonight is that riding on the bike wasn’t as scary as I thought it might be and it was a ton of fun. I look forward to getting more comfortable on the bike, it will be a nice way to travel when the weather is nice.
Front and centre, that's my new beau. Or in the very least square dancing partner.
Right this moment I am sitting at my kitchen table grinning from ear to ear.
The source of this grin you ask? Well it would be more accurate to ask the sources, and let me assure you, they are most unusual. The first was a productive and time efficient council meeting and the second was a lively group of senior square dancers. If I’m honest, the square dancers are more to blame for my light-hearted mood than the timely Grimshaw councillors.
Council this evening was wonderful for mostly egotistical reasons. The meeting started with compliments from three councillors and the Mayor about my recent Multiplex photo feature and column, which was very positive.
“Very positive, we needed that, thank you,” said one Councillor.
“Excellent work, very well done,” said the Mayor.
To top it all off, the meeting lasted but one hour. After a brief goodbye, I whisked off to the Seniors Centre, where I was met upon opening the door by 9 hopeful smiles. Two of the smiles were not so hopeful as happy, as those two were the only two who knew why I was present.
“All I need is four guys and four gals,” announced the caller. With a little hesitation, eight people took to the floor of the seniors centre and the giggles began.
Two dances later, the seniors needed a break. I took this opportunity to write down everyone’s names. However, one of the male seniors, well-dressed in a purple sweater and eager to know who this woman was who was taking his photo, approached me first.
“Are you the newspaper lady?” He asked
“Why yes I am,” I replied
“Oh, well I’m from Hines Creek, pleased to meet you. I thought you were a movie star up there on that chair,” he said.
<Insert smiles and laughter by everyone in the room>
“No, you would be the movie star, I was the one behind the camera,” I explained.
A short while later I have gathered everyone’s names. A few of the seniors instructed me to find a partner and come out next week to dance.
“Are you married,” asked the well-dressed man.
“No, I am not,” I replied.
“Well then, we should, uh, how do you say this…court.”
<Insert more laughter and even greater smiles>
“Just ignore him,” one of the women tells me.
<well-dressed man starts to sing love ballads as I make an elegant exit.>
I just might take up square dancing, who wants to be my partner? If no one volunteers, I know a man from Hines Creek…
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