Hello everyone, everywhere,
Okay folks, first I’ve got to start off saying that the music has been going wonderfully. And I’m doing the best that I can.
Now let’s get onto it. You know, you’d think that Michelle couldn’t do three in a row but I swear this woman has more mishaps than Carter has pills!
Michelle has taken on a new endeavor with her sister Jill. They took the call to deliver hot meals to people who can’t cook for themselves. There is no doubt that Michelle is a very caring person, as is her sister.
Now, back to the scene. The other day was their second run. The first run went really smoothly so they thought the second would be no problem. Not so much.
In the fluster to get going, the GPS didn’t get turned on. The sisters were trying to stay calm as they weaved their way through the streets of Edmonton (where they grew up. Apparently, they didn’t grow up where they were delivering). Once they both realized that they had no idea where they were going, panic set in. Michelle decided to be the calm one. I’ve met all the sisters. Michelle is not the calm one.
But anyway, somehow they got the deliveries going. Except one order got mixed up with another order, and halfway through they realized that they’d screwed up again. At this point, Michelle said she knew a shortcut. It didn’t work out.
They finally did get all the meals delivered (somewhat late), dropped off the empties, made sure everyone was still breathing, and left for the day. On the way out they high-fived each other and said, “Well, that was a good day.
And so ends another week with Michelle.
And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment…and rest.
DICK PHILLBURN CALLS HOME
Now Dick Phillburn has lived away from his home territory a long time. Even though he has carved out an intensely different kind of life, he is occasionally pulled back, and yesterday’s memories come alive. One or two of his old friends from damn near forty years ago are left.
But the phone remains silent.
Dick thinks, Well…when the phone doesn’t ring, apparently it doesn’t mean it’s broken. Maybe it’s time for me to call the past.
Dick calls his friend whom he calls a crazy hillbilly. This guy never stops going. He’s always been ahead of most steps.
The call is answered by his friend’s lovely wife who says, “This can’t be Mr. Dick Phillburn calling after all this time. Hold on I’ll go grab him.”
Seconds later, an old comforting voice says, “Is this really Dick Phillburn calling?”
Dick says, “How are you, my favourite hillbilly?”
“You know, garbage keeps piling up.”
“Oh! You work at the dump?”
“No, I work at City Hall,” his friend says.
Dick chuckles to himself and thinks, Sometimes you’ve just got to phone home.
(NEVER EVER GIVE UP).