Blindsided

Song of the day: “Sympathy for the devil” by Guns ‘n roses. I know. They’re not the original band, but this is the version I always hear at the end of “Interview with the Vampire”, and it is perfect there.

Sooooo. Another weekend gone. Stuff happened, of course, but as usual it is late while I write this and my mind’s pretty much mush. Hmmm.

Oh yeah, Saturday afternoon was the foray to town to meet with the guy who’d paid that deposit on one of the dog beds. We’d been holding on to the thing ever since (had decided to wait two more weeks in fact) when suddenly he phoned to ask if we still had his basket. Yep. Since I had to go to town anyway, we agreed to meet in front of the mall.
Big brother and I arrived a little early. We had to be in the big supermarket and by the time we came out, I saw the guy…or at least someone I thought looked like him. He and his girlfriend were standing on one part of the stairwell, I on the other, so I called out the dude’s name and saw him take a moment before recognition hit.
Had my hand out and everything to shake on it, but before I knew what he was up to, he moved in for a hug and a kiss on both cheeks that totally took me by surprise. First one was about eight inches off the mark, and the second one almost had us bump noses before he scraped the stubbles on his cheek over mine (ouch!). Seriously, I was considerably blindsided by that one, hah. Spoke to him a total of five minute once, some odd two or three months ago and there he was, dragging me into a hug. Jeez. That’s the Spanish for you, I guess. They’re very expressive that way. *sigh*
Next, he absently introduced his girlfriend to me, and then followed me to the car where big brother was waiting for us with the dog bed. The transfer was made, me the money, they the basket and five minutes later I was laughing in the car, relating the event to big brother.

Gawd, some odd five years ago I would have been mortified, not to mention red like a lobster, but now I could laugh heartily at the event…same happened the other day when I brought Liane’s car to the garage so it could be serviced. The English speaking mechanic wasn’t there, so there I was, looking at the very round and friendly and expectant face of the Spanish one. I could not think of a single Spanish word, and, looking at his face, I promptly burst out laughing, apologizing for not knowing what to say. Luckily most of it had already been explained to him, so we could in the end agree that he would phone as soon as the car was done.

That turned out to be sooner than expected, and because his was not actually a full work day, we had to cut short our editing session to go pick up the blue Land Rover. There was something about the car computer, for which he asked us to come back on Monday so he could do a proper diagnostic on it. *sigh* Sure. It’s not like we have anything better to do. Hah.

Sunday. Yep. You guessed it. Market day. Not a bad one again. Sold two big products and some small 2nd hand stuff, which didn’t make it big bucks, but enough to make it worth our while.
I often hear folks complain about the unloading and loading on Market day and I don’t get it. On the most part, that is the best thing about the whole market day debacle. At least you’re actively doing something when you’re loading or unloading. Seriously, the rest of the day you’re just standing there (if you’re lucky, you’re chatting with someone) waiting for someone to come and buy something. Considering our biggest attraction are dog beds, quilts and purses, we don’t cause big runs. Most folks take a few bucks to a market like that, so most of ‘m are not prepared at all for a big expense. Ah well. They’ll just have to get to know us, I guess.

Starting to recognize the regular stand holders like ourselves, which is fun, because you get to chat with them, compare notes, so to speak and ask pesky questions about where they come from, what they usually “do” and where they’ve been etc. etc. It’s fun.

We were late getting home yesterday afternoon (don’t actually know why since we started loading the same time as usual), but big brother had made supper with leftovers from the day before, allowing me to eat quickly before we had to head out again for a donation in town…we really should start thinking of not doing those on Sunday’s anymore.

What else.
Right. There was the big trailer to unload of sand still in there from working in the mountains on the terrace. The rainy day in-between hadn’t allowed for it. Saturday morning turned out to be bright and clear, though, so there was plenty to do in open air. One of which was loading up for the market, and later going out for another donation…the food one. It comes from the drug rehab place where they need to get rid of the overdue dates. Works just fine for the dogs, of course.
Were on the late side, but got more than enough to last us through several days.

There were the normal chores like laundry, cooking, and feeding the dogs. I did some writing still, mostly because without big brother the edit hasn’t got much use so I used an hour at the market to sit somewhere private and type away the time. Also this morning, partly due to the fact that big brother was distracted and working on the big house computer to see if he could get it to function again. Took him hours, so I got several more pages done, rather than editing.
Managed only a few of that, since we had to change a full paragraph which took absolutely forever. What is it about Saving Nina that makes us so friggin’ picky. We got into quite a “discussion” during the episode, I tell ya, and took almost three hours for only two pages. Insanity. Grrr.

Got the info as to how much the repairs of our Land Rover’s brakes will be. First round of chats gave a price of 335 bucks, which gave me heart palpitations. Second round, after a talk with the mechanic about how we were going to have to postpone that ‘till next month at the very least, brought the much more doable news of 215 bucks. *phew* Still almost half my salary, but what the heck.

Went into the yard for about an hour today. Didn’t have much time due to the appointment for the blue Land Rover’s diagnostics session, but did manage to whack some odd six (or so) caterpillars trying to molest our cabbage plants. They’re not doing well this year…except for the ones all the way down in the yard, which are doing splendid. Wonder what that is all about.

Other than that…well, BLANK! No matter. Almost two whole pages, so that’s more than enough. Gotta hit the sheets and catch me some Zzzzzzs.