Run Away Cantaloupe

Just me and my littlest gal…
Waiting for PJ to arrive home from soccer with Tabitha. I dropped her off at practice, picked up some fresh veggies, put together a stir fry and now I have a minute to type.
My stir fry will be quite healthy for a change—trying to always simplify my life has led us to some tragic suppers. But tonight it is bean sprouts, yellow peppers, 2 types of organic baby boc choy, carrots, organic onion and garlic and brown organic rice–Yee-ha!
Had a busy afternoon–Tabs to the new dentist, a quick iced decaff Americano at “The Marmalade Cat” with the girls, soccer practise etc. I am buzzed on the decaff Americano–believe it or not.
My dad got a job! He has been trying to find a teaching post ever since retirement–he loves to teach. Now he has a history position with Thompson River University. I am excited for him! Congrats Dad! My mom arrives tonight for a quick visit before she flies east for a visit with Miranda and family and her friend Lynne in Perth.
A really funny thing happened just a minute ago. A knock on my front door and a guy in a bike helmet, with a German accent asks me if I bought any fresh veggies today. –Weird, but I said “yes.”
He said,”what did you buy?”
For some reason I humoured him, “Cantaloupe, strawberries…why?”
He said, ‘where is the cantaloupe, try and find it.’ Then he pulled one from behind his back. “Where was it, on the road?” I asked.
note: I live on a very steep hill, with a very steep drive way.
He was so proud of himself. He had found it a few blocks down the hill and had traced it to my door as he noted my van was hot from being recently driven.
“Great sleuthing!” I kept repeating. He left a proud man.
Not so sure what that cantaloupe will be like inside–having rolled down a few blocks.
It is so hot today!!! I love it. Summer is still here.
Oh, sooo excited about the prospects of my working in Swaziland in two summers–working with African orphans and literacy. I may get credit for a master’s class for it too. I can hardly wait to start my travels. Just think of the stories I’ll have to write about.