Pirate’s Booty and Medical Supplies

Sometimes the connection between two things is strange and unexplainable. Such is the case of these two things and yet somehow they go hand in hand, or at least they were connected over a muddy cocktail.

This evening we went to visit our son and his wife and deliver the gifts we brought back from Colombia. We were driving the Volvo and got through the mud at the bottom of the long driveway, arriving at the top of the driveway to first see a strange man walking around on the grass by the barn on his cell phone. We pulled up by a truck, presumably the one he was driving that was up near the house. Because I was wearing my nice new boots (or probably not about me at all) Lorne pulled up on the grass rather than behind our son’s truck that was sitting on a muddy area.

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Looking out the screened window at the truck that got stuck.

Disembarking from the vehicle we were informed of the situation with the truck. The healthcare solutions truck was indeed stuck in the driveway and although our son had offered to pull him out, he refused having called a tow truck. Sometime during the visit we heard the tow truck arrive and could see through the trees that it was at the bottom of the driveway not continuing up. As fate would have it, it was sitting there waiting for another tow truck to both pull it out and pull out the healthcare solutions struck.

Awhile later there were two tow truck drivers, and the truck driver and my son and his truck working on dislodging the healthcare solutions vehicle from the muddy ruts. Success eventually followed, not without deeper ruts and a greater mess.

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Waiting at the bottom of the driveway for the tow. Fortunately the tow truck was on dry ground.

As the truck was leaving we got word that the tow truck drivers were going to wait at the end of the driveway until we got our vehicle out (just in case), so we made our exit. We had to wait partway down the driveway as again the truck got stuck at the bottom requiring a little tow. We were able to rush through and made it okay with some mud stuck to the undercarriage.

Oh don’t worry, I won’t leave you hanging on the Pirate Booty element. The driver was having a really bad day so no one broke it to him that he didn’t deliver life saving supplies to children in the household or to an expectant mother (any day now). He does not know that he delivered an unexpected sample of Pirate’s Booty.

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One ounce of gluten free goodness

Yep, one ounce is very light and doesn’t feel like 140 calories at all. Two hours of that poor man’s time, two tow trucks, the time our son put in and wasn’t able to bath the dog or visit with us, the mess in the driveway both top and bottom and all for the pirate’s booty. Arrgggghhh…those pirates.

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Somewhere In Colombia

Somewhere in Colombia, someone will buy a pretty pair of boots not knowing that one of those boots made a trip to Canada and back. This is a feel good story about boots. Boots and shoes have natural feel good properties (in my opinion). I mostly focus on sports shoes but have taken to all sorts of pretty shoes and boots over the years. New boots and shoes make me feel good. I think the next time I go to Colombia I will take a suitcase to bring back shoes 🙂 .

For those who are not in the know, one of the places I wanted to visit when in Colombia was the shoe store of my friend Martha’s cousin, who has a shoe making business with a storefront. Five years ago when Martha came back from Colombia with really nice boots it became one of those bucket list things. So, when we were in Colombia that was on our list for must go places. Once there, I was a little overwhelmed; I deliberated for a long time on what to get. Do I get a pair of shoes I will only wear once a month, or every day shoes or boots. I settled on a pair of boots for me and a pair of sandals. We were there for a very long time and I tried on the black ones first but at the last minute decided to get brown ones after realizing the black ones were not too different than some black ones I already own.

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Together again, my Colombian boots that traveled to Canada separately, one boot in front of the other so to speak.

As can happen when 6 Canadians converge on a small store trying on so many shoes and purchasing a whole bunch (I got shoes for my daughters also), there was mass confusion. There were other customers there as well, probably seeing the commotion and being drawn in to the excitement of shoe shopping. In a couple hours we had seven pairs of shoes picked out, some were getting stretched and others were packed and ready to go. Martha and family had a pile of shoes as well. The footwear went to the house and we picked them up the next evening along with the other bag of shoes from the store. We took them back late to our room, where we packed our shoes with our luggage and prepared for our flight early in the morning.

When we arrived home Sunday evening, we unpacked and gifted our daughters with their items. I showed them my pretty boots in the clear plastic bag, continuing to put items away from my suitcase. It was an hour or so later, my daughter was looking more closely at my boots when she noticed one boot was a size 38 and one was a 37 (the right foot boot). My right foot is my larger foot and it did not fit. Not that it would have mattered; it was noticeably a different size. That was kind of the beginning of my “It has been a week” from my last post. I messaged Martha right away since she was still in Colombia although she had flown out of the Medellin where the shoe store is because she could contact her cousin and communicate better in Spanish than me.

Back track an hour or so before the discovery of the shoe situation, we had learned another friend was leaving for Colombia on the following Saturday evening and I had decided to give him the Colombian pesos we had left over (about $5 worth). After messaging Martha about the boot, I messaged him to see if he would be going to Medellin where the shoe store was. He wasn’t, so we still didn’t know how to manage the shoe situation.

Fast forward to Tuesday when I messaged Martha about what to do. She sent a message back and said she had my boot and to send the small one with packaging with our friend to put in the mail anywhere in Colombia.

We picked up Martha and family at the airport late Friday night and she handed me my one boot from her carry on. The next day, I wore my boots and took the small boot in it’s bubble envelop with the Colombian pesos to our friend who took it that night to Colombia.

So somewhere in Colombia, some time in the near future, someone will buy a pair of brown boots, in size 37 that look just like mine and she will wear her boots, not knowing that the right boot on her foot, set foot in Canada in a small home on the tiles you see in the photo. She will never know the travels her boot made, and even though I won’t know her, I will know there is a boot in Colombia that came to visit me for a week.

Further, I know that even though something that seems like a difficult situation to remedy can work out perfectly and like I said in a post a couple weeks ago, money isn’t the only currency we deal in and nothing is better than the help of great friends who are at the right place at exactly the right time.

 

It’s Been a Week

It’s been a week! Depending a person’s tone of voice that little statement can mean a lot of things. For me, it’s been a week since we arrived home from Colombia. It seems so much longer because…well, it’s been a week. The thing with social media and blogging is sometimes a person’s life can come across as being all rainbows and butterflies. In our mind we might know that everyone has their struggles but when we see all the good things, the tendency is to focus on those with no regard to the realities we all face and may not know about.

I definitely try to stay positive. I don’t think being negative, complaining, and whining are very effective in improving my life or that of others. Don’t get me wrong; I am not above being negative, complaining and whining, but I don’t always present that side to everyone. I do want to be real and sometimes that means being less than positive. So, it’s been a week, in this context is said with a bit of a sigh.

Returning from a great trip seems to have an element of post vacation blues. That for me was compounded by the many things that were not done in my absence. Before leaving on a trip there are all those things to do in preparation. Sleep was scarce the week before leaving. On the trip, sleep was irregular and this past week, sleep again seemed to be less than desired. Being tired is not conducive to being positive in the wake of a storm.

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There are some weeks where having a snack hangover and falling asleep seems like the best option to get through the week. 

I could go into details of all that felt wrong about the week, dealing with household management items like laundry, taking care of things that were left while I was gone and moving back into cooking and cleaning up. I could go into detail about how things at our flip house didn’t progress to the point we had hoped, things were done incorrectly and there was another problem that needed to be dealt with along with somehow, we didn’t have enough supplies we thought we had purchased enough of. I could talk about areas where I volunteer and finding that yet again when I returned from my vacation, things were left a mess/undone. I could whine about the small things, the dropping of stuff, the cat puking, the dust and mud tracked in the house, the things that can happen any time but seem so much worse when one is tired and feeling beat down by circumstances. I could be more specific on how my week was less than ideal, but again, we all have bad weeks and I know from a message from a friend that my week deserves a glowing review in comparison to what she is going through. It puts things in perspective; it doesn’t devalue what I felt about my week. I had a less than perfect week but there were good things too.

There were many blessings this week. The countertops were installed in our two kitchens. We got to attend a marriage renewal ceremony. We picked up our partners/traveling partners/friends at the airport. I accomplished a decent amount of things this week. I was able to play wallyball and basketball this week. The weather was nice (definitely nicer than before we left). I survived the week. So, I can also say “It’s been a week” with a little lilt in my voice because I am more in tune with the comforts of home and the blessings I have.

Still, being real, I hope this coming week will be better.