Day 865 How did that happen Chris?

22nd December 2019

Well the dogs survived the night, neither of them died or left any deposits in the house.

I put the shovel away, and scoured the garden for dog heaps, but still no”hard” evidence.

We had planned to meet with Chris, the guy who played guitar at our wedding, at Grandville.

Kelli was delighted, because there is a place called “Plato’s closet” which is one of her favourite resale store. At every opportunity, she searches her closet for things she can take there to sell. Carrier bags can be filled, but there is never any evidence that the closet is less full.

So she usually drops me off at a nearby Starbucks and goes off to do her thing.

However, the net result is that she brings back the same number of things that she took.

I have given up trying to understand.

I have to sit around like a homeless person, nursing a single cup of coffee, sometimes up to an hour, no one has yet come over to offer me a refill, or a blanket, yet.

We met Chris at The Olive Garden, an Italian themed restaurant. He had recently had a spinal procedure, but looked better than he had in ages. The place was packed especially for a Sunday evening, doesn’t anyone do home cooking anymore?

The waiter was extremely attentive, if I had a runny nose I’m sure he would have wiped it for me.

It was good catching up on things, and to learn, much to my innocent shock, that his girlfriend is pregnant again.

Their household is already four children, (three from her previous relationship) so he is well on the way to having his having his own backing band.

Just as we were leaving a lady of ample proportions fell off her chair, four staff members rushed to help, but they would have needed another two to hoist her back up.

That was the entertainment for the evening, I’m glad to report that the chair was unhurt, and was soon supporting another pair of buttocks for the rest of the night.