Is it really Monday already? On one hand, my weekend flew by. On the other, I feel as though I crammed about five days’ worth of stuff into what was supposed to be a calm, relaxing weekend.
Oh – before I forget – the Blogiversary contest (see previous post) ends on Wednesday.
Something abloom has made the last few days miserable. Living in the woods doesn’t help much. I like to pretend I don’t have allergies, because frankly, the cure is worse than the curse. Non-drowsy formulas make me drowsy or so jittery I can’t stand myself, much less anyone else. We’ll see if I can get an appointment today… Nope. Not ’til tomorrow morning. Dang…
I was at the firehouse for a portion of every evening of the weekend. So much for my theory that the Knight’s new position wouldn’t change my involvement there. A sock in progress (no, no photos) caused much curiousity and kept me calm in a heated meeting. It also allowed me to discover that one of the female firefighters knits, but has trouble in the round. She’d also like to learn to crochet, so we’ll work on that too. Isn’t it fun to find other fiber folks in your life?
Oh! And look what I found:
Here’s the new Battalion Chief, CP. It’s not a great photo, and for whatever reason, I could only fix the red eye in ONE eye, but… (See? I’m responsive. You want photos? You want stories? You get ’em.)
Before we have story time, Right Hand is a captain at our station. I don’t remember not knowing him; his grandparents and his mom are fixtures in our community. In fact, his mother has a mostly white, fat, spoiled Jack Russell named Mugsy, after my ol’ boy. I’ve been Membership all by myself for most of the two years I’ve been chair, and it’s great to have Right Hand and a couple of gals helping me now.
Okay, grab your beverage of choice and settle in for story time.
Once upon a time, a little short guy followed a childhood friend to the firehouse to help work on a truck. (Both are certified diesel mechanics.) The friend and the Knight kept finding reasons to invite the little guy down, and eventually, he gave in and joined the station. I was still cooking for the Knight’s crew then, and I baked a lovely cherry pie for them. As I set the bubbly, perfectly browned pie on the counter, CP asked what kind of pie it was. I responded, and immediately heard, “Cherry Pie?! I don’t eat @#$%^&* cherry pie!”
Now, it turns out CP and I have VERY similar personalities – read: we’re both apt to speak our minds – so it’s become our little joke. He’s been warned that it’s about time for another of those mini, almost single serving cherry pies to show up. The Knight couldn’t wait to tell CP of his nickname on my blog, and amid the laughter, I did get a rather rude expression of thanks from CP.
If we weren’t so much alike and if he wasn’t such a great cook, he’d be an obnoxious fellow. As it is, he and his wife are incredible friends and we’d be lost without them!
How was your weekend?