Daily observations of my simple life.

Teenage Embarasment and Icy Windshields:

It was one of those kind of mornings. It started not the way I planned. My grandson missed his bus so he was going to need help from Grandma. The night before I had not done my hair so I already knew I wasn't having a good hair day. My plan was to leisurely shampoo and spend a little personal time.

So bad hair day, no shower , I dressed quickly and went out to feed. Then I needed to pick up a bale of hay from my daughters house. These are not the cleanest jobs. I brushed off a little and thought, forget the hair and the way I look, might as well go for it and get the registration for my pickup done since I had to go to town anyway. Grabbing the paperwork, I headed into town thinking,"Well, nobody will care if I look less than presentable." My grandson needed to be at school.

At the the Mohave version of dmv I went in feeling less than spiffy, got in the long line and stood waiting for my number to finish the paperwork. The door opened and I looked up to see a smiling Dave. Remember Dave from the mountains? The ex mass murderer? He is looking very cute and spiffy with his grey curley hair and blue eyes , dressed in a black leather jacket. He seemed very happy to see me while I was having a surge of teenage embarassment. You know the kind of blushing, "Oh, I look so awful" when the cute boy comes by. We exchanged some words, he smiling, and I got my number and went and sat down, making sure I was situated so he could sit next to me if he wanted to, which he did. So, there's Dave sitting next to me in his spiffy leather jacket and I'm thinking , "Oh I wish I hadn't run out without a shower, or cleaning my nails." Dave didn't seem to notice and kept on smilingly leaning up against me. Hmmm.  Could it be romance at 67?

Finally my number was called and true to most state business there was some glitch that would take a few more steps to get completed. Dave and I said our goodbyes and I headed over to the antique shop to pick up my old sinks that I had purchased the week before.

 Loaded with two old sinks I head out of town towards home. Just out of Kingman heading up over the hill it begins to hail, hard. Many of us pulled off the road worrying that our windshields would be broken. The hills turned white like snow, the roads were covered with the icy stuff and my windows were being filled in with piled up ice. Amazing. As the kernals got less heavy I moved out slowly again in traffic and inched on up to the top of the hill where there was a break in the storm.  

Down in the valley, I approach the video store and decide to stop and pick up some movies . I went in with ice all over the windows but by the time I came out it had all melted. I got six movies I hadn't seen and headed on home to curl up and enjoy the afternoon with popcorn and a movie.

All afternoon and evening I kept having a strange feeling about the meeting with Dave. What would be the odds of us both being in the DMV at the same time?  Could it be fate?

Posted by: cactusandquail at 15:20 | link | comments (2)

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#1  24 February 2005 - 15:35

 

Wonderful! Enjoy!

InMyLife

#2  24 February 2005 - 15:55

 

Wow, I'm ready for the next chapter! :)

bekilyn

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