time and how you spend it

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I was woken up by the rain Friday morning, at the ever-so-inappropriate hour of 5:30. I cringed as I heard it, because I had not gotten the garden planted the day before as I’d planned. I could just imagine how beautifully beneficial the cool rain would have been, if only I had made it out to the allotment with spade, rake and trowel in hand. And by the forecast, it was supposed to rain intermittently all weekend. (Thankfully, it didn’t.)

Instead, that Thursday, after running an all-important new kitchen errand, I stopped by my mother in law’s to drop off two flowers that I had promised to pick up for her at the garden centre. I didn’t have time to chat, (must put chicken in the oven to roast before getting out to the garden) but as I walked through the back door, I was greeted by three of Chadd’s aunts, and his uncle.

I stayed for a cup of tea, because Auntie Vange was there. Actually, I stayed for a cup of tea because his family is awesome, and they are so excited when they get to chat with “the younger generation” (as they call us,) so interested in our news and our doings. But I had a story to tell Auntie Vange, so I was very happy to see her.

This story is a very important one to me, as I honestly think that it had a geat deal of influence on me as a person, and the next chapter of my life at that point. And so it goes…

Chadd and I were at that stage of our dating acquaintance (three dates total!) that we were still trying to find out, accomodate and interest each other, and so we were having dinner at a trendy chain restaurant that served kung pao. (Kung pao, that spicy chicken with noodles and hot chili peppers that he would order with the same number of chilies as I did, even though he was not accustomed to spicy food.) We were just starting our meal, and I looked over at a booth a few tables over from us. I remember a distinguished looking older gentleman with a moustache, and his lovely wife, and they were toasting with the couple that sat across from them, glasses raised.

I wanted (so badly in that moment), to one day experience that for myself. To have good, full friendships that were worthy of a celebratory glass. To have friendships that brought me joy and a sense of being belonging and mutual appreciation. I wanted to one day be smiling across the table at old friends.

I turned to Chadd, and commented on how lovely that was, a group of friends raising a toast to each other. He turned around, and smiled, replying, “That’s my Uncle Raymond and Auntie Vange.”

Of course, Auntie Vange loved the story. She made sure to tell me that she and Uncle Raymond had 52 years together. I made sure to tell her that I realized then that I should marry Chadd if he came from such good family.

But the other part of the story happened one Saturday in February. We were invited to a restaurant, an evening out with good friends; and as we sat around the table, lifting our glasses to each other, I smiled. Because yes, of all the toast-worthy occassions of our lives, this one was just as good as I thought it would be. Good, good friends; and our friendship worthy of a skoal!

(Thank you, Auntie Vange and Uncle Raymond.)

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3 Responses to time and how you spend it

  1. Francesca says:

    I too would have stopped for a cup of tea with Auntie Vange! Lovely story, with a happy ending!

  2. planetcoops says:

    What a lovely story!

  3. Kate says:

    That’s a sweet story, I’m glad your dream came true! I’m also glad you visited my blog and left your lovely comment. It took me a few minutes to figure out where in the world you are but when you mentioned Anna as being one of your favourite publications I got there! I’ve seen that mag here on the West Coast but never picked it up to browse .. will definitely do that next time I’m at the checkout!
    Have a lovely day, and happy thrifting for lovely ceramics!
    Kate

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