Supper that wasn't
Sunday, November 05, 2006
An eclectic friend of mine called at 10:30 this morning to tell me that her deep freeze went kaput and that she had to get rid of food quickly. She asked if the family wanted to come over and perhaps we'd have a fire and roast weiners and eat some late-fall-roasted marshmallows. We chatted about some seat covers that I needed to upholster and she said I could borrow her staple gun. Chit-chat basically. I asked if there was anything I could bring and what time we should come. She said to just bring our smiles and to come any time between now (huh?...) and 6pm.I told her that we would come by 4, since the babe would need his nap and my son and I were going to the movies to see Flushed Away. Mr. C and the babe arrived at her house shortly after we did. We chatted and looked at photographs, she brought out an old copy of a Life magazine that had her photo in it. Soon, she mentioned that her cousin and his wife would be arriving any minute and that they were going to help her to move furniture in the upstairs of her house. Within minutes, they arrived and were shuffled upstairs...well, we could use your muscle, Mr. C, she proclaimed. And they proceeded to move every bit of furniture, like the proverbial musical chairs (minus the music). Four beds and the contents of four bedrooms. Meanwhile, the babe, my son and I waited downstairs. And then, as soon as they were finished, the cousin and his wife were off in a flash and she came down (6 pm by this time), and said so, what are you guys doing for supper now? Going out?...
Strange, amusing, eclectic,....you might think rude. But this is her way; she is not your average person, and somehow we missed a translation in the phone call this morning. She also completely forgot about my upholstering, said not a word about the deep freeze or thawed food and had never spoken word to me earlier about moving furniture. Mr. C was annoyed, and my son was confused.
Thanks for coming over, she said to my son. Well, I guess I won't have to thank you for supper. My son replied.
And because we had eaten at a relatively expensive restaurant last night and could not manage a long wait for food because the babe was now starving, we ended up at McDonald's for Sunday night dinner.
This entry was posted on Sunday, November 05, 2006 at 9:00 PM.
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9:52 PM
i've ended up at mcdonalds many a times for dinner when it wasn't in the plans...sux when it happens, but the kids always love it. :)