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Chocolate and chats

My friend has been on the phone forever trying to speak to an actual person at Air Canada’s lost and found.  This is her fourth attempt.  She is once again, waiting on hold, listening to music and “please hold, someone will be with you shortly,“ announcements.  The guys have gone to the Canuck game dressed in their Canuck jerseys, ready to cheer the home team,  stomp their feet and roar in mighty man voices.

She’s been on hold for quite sometime.  So far, no human voice, just a recording.  I brought her a chair to sit on and brewed her a cup of tea.  We figure, maybe she’ll have better luck getting through at 8:15 at night.  Hmmm…Our strategy doesn’t seem to be working.

It was a lovely day.  We took a long hike in the woods.  A bright sunshiny day, the light so sharp when we walked through a patch of it, that I would have to feel with my feet, as I navigated my way through to the shaded parts.  It was lovely.  Molly lay and rolled in every creek and mud puddle she could find.  A huge smile on her face, her spotted tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth.  Ears cocked. (By the way, that’s not my friend, that’s the dog.  My friend walked around the puddles, quite untempted.) 

Don made a lovely pasta and salad for dinner.  We opened a lovely bottle of French wine that our friends had brought.  And then after the men had gone, we sat on the sofas and talked about things.  The kind of things one can talk about with someone one has known for 19 years.  Families, mutual friends, losses, triumphs.  Nothing spit polished and perfectly presented.

Now my friend has looked up, she is wondering if the Air Canada lost items desk is located in India.  She’s just put the phone on the counter and has walked over and handed me a magazine article.  She’s so laissez faire.  I would be nervous that would be the moment they would come to the phone and say “hello?  hello?“ and hang up.  She’s back at the phone now.  I hope someone eventually comes.  To hear an actual voice would almost make it worth while. 

Okay, this is probably a really boring blog.  So I’ll sign off.  Lots of love to family far and near.  xo