My car needs some repairs and I had arranged to borrow my parents van while my mechanic tended to my car.
I talked to Helen about lunch time and she told me that her mother was coming home from the cottage this afternoon since she had plans to go on a day trip to Niagara Falls on Sunday.
We talked about possible dinner options and settled on me bringing home fresh made Lasagna from a local restaurant and Helen buying some Garlic Bread, picking up Alec and having Salad, Garlic Bread, and Lasagna for dinner.
I drove over to MMEA Restaurant and Catering 5:00 p.m. on the nose (the time I told them I would pick up the lasagna) and their front door was closed with a be back at 2:00 p.m sign on it.
I decided not to panic and waited. Marco and his father were back shortly and opened up. Catastrophe averted.
I paid for and picked up a tray of piping hot lasagna and drove home, stomach grumbling and mouth watering because of the aroma of freshly made lasagna.
After picking up the mail in the box at the street, I parked my father's van outside, put my wallet, keys, and mail in the box on the passenger's seat containing the tray of lasagna, made sure the doors were opened, and closed my driver's side door (can you see where this is going?).
I opened the sliding rear door and took out other "stuff" I wanted to take inside, closed that door and was walking around the front of the van to open the passenger door when I heard a click... OH OH ... my heart sank!
The passenger door was locked! I rushed around the driver's door was locked. How could this happen? I could see the keys in the box on the passenger seat. The windows were closed.
I was frantic... our Friday night meal would be much less satisfying without the lasagna...
I could call CAA they could open the door... or I could see if my parents had a spare key... How did the #$@! door close anyway! It was so hot, why did I close the windows? ... because I had the air on...
What was I going to tell Helen?
She came home and knew something was wrong... of course she did... I was pacing the driveway, sweating heavily by now, without the lasagna!
She did not seem heartbroken, more concerned about me.
We discussed options and thought I should call my parents.
The BIGGEST miracle! 5:45 p.m. on a friday night and my parents were home... 2nd BIGGEST miracle! They were home and not entertaining!!
Things were going my way...
I asked my mother if they had plans, and she said no, they did not. I told her that I had locked their keys in the van and that we could come over to pick up the keys (about a thirty minute drive) or that they could come visit us, bring the keys and stay for dinner.
My mother told me that they had eaten, but they would come for the visit.
That settled, we prepared for dinner... I cleared and set the table, and Helen prepared the Salad and readied the garlic bread.
My parents and my mother-in-law arrived almost together, and we settled, after the re-hash on how the door could have closed... my dad suggested that me closing the sliding door might have caused pressure between the key and the box (however that did not explain the four or five second delay)...
The six of us settled, enjoyed a nice family dinner, capped off by a freshly baked apple crumble my mother-in-law had bought from a Mennonite farm on the way home.
We were relaxing, enjoying some conversation when my father told us to look outside... we saw it immediately.
!#$& ... where was my camera... I rushed, and by the time I found my camera, this was the best I could do:
... can you see it? How about now:
When we first saw it, it seemed to be hovering just over the treeline across the road. The trees tended to make it look huge, similar to the moon in the scene when Cher and her friend sees the moon between the skyscrapers towards the end of Moonstruck. Hot Air Balloons are common in the evenings this time of year but they tend to land a few more miles south. This one was landing in the farm south of the tree line across the road. It was a nice ending to an evening that started very differently...
Chris Smith CSSBB
Chay Realty Inc., Brokerage