Tuesday, April 14, 2009

A sweet rescue




We went over to the mainland for Easter and enjoyed dinner on Sunday with my family - there were 21 of us together. Lots of laughter, lots of food, lots of conversation. We came home yesterday and I'm back studying.

Yesterday afternoon I was in need of a walk after being in the car and on the ferry so I grabbed a couple of cloth shopping bags and headed over to the market, about a 20-minute walk away. Just a few minutes into the walk I noticed a black cloud above me, then a few fat drops of rain, then a few scattered hail stones. I walked faster, looking up at the sky and estimating it was very localized and would soon blow over. I made it into the store just fine but when I exited, shopping bags full, it was pouring rain.

I had left my phone at home and couldn't call my husband, and for a split second wondered what to do....then I saw him drive by. He had come to rescue me! Yay!
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8 comments:

  1. Your knight in shining armour.
    wonderful!
    Have a great day
    Darlene

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  2. It doesn't get better than that...

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  3. Hi Lorrie

    Hello from the East coast.I saw your "Canada" comment at Britt Arnild's and had to drop in and investigate your blog.

    I notice that we have similar taste in books except I have never read Frenchman's Creek. I'm going to check to see if my library has it.

    You must have been so happy to see your husband coming along to rescue you - how sweet!

    warm regards
    Kathie

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  4. Hi Lorrie,
    It has been a while. I am trying to catch up with friends this afternoon.
    It sounds like you had a lovely Holiday.

    Yay hubby! God knew he was needed and fast.

    hugs,
    Barb

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Thank you for your comment. I read and value each one, cherishing the connections we can make although far apart. Usually, I visit your blog in return, although if you ask a question I try to contact you directly.

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