After yesterday’s miserable weather, today was magnificent. It was warm, with blue skies, a light breeze, a picture postcard day, that many agreed tonight, we’d like to see for the rest of the summer.
Today was moving day for many folks, who put it off for twenty four hours because of the shitty weather. I was roused out of bed this morning by Team Baby Mama and only had time to get dressed, (then rifled through my kitchen bagging everything that we don’t use or haven’t used in ages)… They picked me up and off we went to move Baby Mama into her forever home.
You wanna hear something STOOPID ??? yeah, of course you do…
They took up the carpets and put down hard wood floors in her apartment. Then they painted. They painted everything that stood still. They did not take any of the face plates off the walls for the electrical sockets nor the light switches. They just slapped paint all over them.
Now the apartment has three pronged plugs throughout the apartment. But none of the three pronged plugs are usable because they painted right over the plugs, the plugs are all plugged up with paint, making them unusable. Cheap, Cheap, Cheap …
Can you say STOOPID !!!
All thing considered, the apartment is furnished. We are missing some tables and a sofa for the living room, but both bedrooms have beds/cribs/draperies. A handful of women donated a boat load of housewares, kitchen gadgets, microwave and other assorted thingamabobs.
It was a very successful day.
I headed home for a break, then headed off for our Thursday fare.
Last month we heard an Old Timer, with a little time. Tonight, we heard his wife speak, and she has a little bit more time. They met when he was in rehab here in the city, as she was working with the women in the same house where he was, and they were introduced.
She adopted him. Then asked him out on a date, which came after several requests.
Over many cups of coffee and a few meetings later, they got married. Both are in their seventies today. Who says, sobriety does not pay off, when you stick around long enough?
Both had stories about Montreal in the 1940’s. I always like great stories.
One of our long standing members took his twenty seven year cake.
It was a good day and a great night.
More to come, stay tuned …
That post on the disease of MORE is still percolating …