The daughter wanted to attend the Non-Violence Festival in Victoria Park on Saturday, so it was up to me to haul her stuff over and set her up. It is a short festival, from noon till five. Set-up was from 10 AM to 11:30, which meant I had to pick up her friend at 9:45, which meant I had to be up at 9 AM, which is still the crack of dawn for me.
On the way home, I stopped to pick up one item at my supermarket, and headed for the express checkout. Busty Black Betty cut me off, and pushed her cart in front of me, not full, but the bottom was covered. I pointedly stared at the cart, and then the “8 Items or less” sign. You know, she could read, and count.
The daughter had a good day. Her friend had a good day, and the wife sold a few candles and a pair of knitted baby socks, in absentia. The usual religious suspects were there, as well as the Free Thinkers, to prove you can be Good Without God. This year she got a spot which wasn’t in the sun all day. I helped a lady about the daughter’s age move her my-aged father in a wheelchair, up and over the arched footbridge, then I hauled the daughter’s stuff, and her friend home after 5, and made an appointment for the next day. We were going to visit the Crazy Cat Lady.
The son suggested I take along the GPS unit. We can’t set a trip endpoint with a rural address, but if we take it along, we can get it to set, once we’ve arrived, and it knows where it is. The grandson and fiancé came along, so I gave it to him to play with in the backseat. To exit town in that direction, there are two main roads. With the usual DNA twists, one arcs out to the left, then curves back. The other arcs out to the right, then curves back, both meeting three miles away, at the edge of town.
There was an LPGA tournament here on the weekend. Since I have less than no interest in golf, I didn’t pay much attention. I thought the course they were using was on the west side of town, and I was going east. We usually use that road. Let’s do something different, and take this one today. I couldn’t figure where all the traffic was coming from. Did church just let out? Is Shoney’s having a buffet special?? Then I started seeing signs, Competitor Parking, Caddy Parking, Observer Parking. Could you idiots move along and just Park already??! Even Mrs. Recalculating in the back seat said, “Turn around and go home in ten yards. You’ll never get through this mess.”
We eventually got out of the city without resorting to gunfire, or atomic-powered profanity and let the bucolic countryside calm my frazzled nerves. Llamas, Archon! See the llamas! Beautiful weather meant lots of motorcycles out to covet. Passed a small clutch of wind turbines again, reached Cat Lady’s place, and set the GPS.
Summertime means many of her cats and dogs have been sold and delivered. She had four female breeders downstairs, but only 13 juvenile Bengals in her living room. This is a large step down from 40/50 mothers and kittens of various ages. Previous visits have given me an understanding of the tornados which sweep though Kansas and Oklahoma. Still, anyone who doesn’t believe in perpetual motion has never been in a room with 13 six-month-old cats.
She also had two short-haired Chihuahuas, one, a young male which had been returned and had separation anxiety. The other was a female, coming up to her first breeding season, which had lost her right rear foot to a snappish female, as a newborn. Because of an upcoming business trip, the daughter had agreed to foster it till the late fall.
After several hours of cat petting, food and drink, storytelling and gossip spreading, it was time to head home. The daughter settled into the car with the little dog supported across her ample bosom, with its head on her shoulder below her left ear. The grandson turned the GPS back on as we headed down the concession road towards the highway. “In 3.2 Kilometers, turn right on road 19.” Okay, that’s the way we always come. I guess I can find my way back.
Suddenly, “Recalculating. In 2.1 Kilometers, turn left on road 19, then right on county road 37.” Mrs. GPS has found me a shortcut which cuts off two sides of a triangle, and saves five miles. Five years ago, it was just a gravel road, but now it’s paved, and lightly travelled, so I took it.
Humming along at 95 Km/h in an 80 zone, halfway across, I saw a car approach a tee-intersection from my right. This is just a county road, not a highway, but it’s a police car. I eased off the gas and rolled past him at the speed limit. He pulled out and headed in my direction. Sure enough, within a quarter-mile the lights and siren come on. I’ve been good! What’s this all about??!
I pulled over onto the shoulder, turned the car off, took off my sunglasses and rolled my window down. Attitude In Blue Serge exits his cruiser and struts up to my car. No matter what I’ve done, or not done, I am at a disadvantage if I allow him to speak first. As he neared my window I said, “Good-day Sir. Do you have a problem?” “No, I don’t have a problem.” “Do I have a problem?” By this time he is leaning in my window, looking across at the daughter….and the dog she’s cuddling to her chest.
“Oh! No! I just thought she had a baby. I hope you’ve enjoyed your weekend. You’re free to go.” I enjoyed my weekend right up until I got pulled over. Despite the aggravation, he was observant and safety-conscious. I just wish I’d been wearing Depends. Oh well, the wife should be able to get the stain out.
Well, that was my weekend. Did you all survive yours?