By now, Grumpy Old Dude (Archon’s Den) and Mrs. G.O.D. are probably either on their way back to Canada, or have already arrived there. Hopefully, their travels are (or were) safe and healthy.
To complete my side of the story (check out the prior post here):
My mother-in-law and I had just said goodbye to Mr. & Mrs. G.O.D. and were on our way back up the road.
About two blocks later, I exclaimed, “Damn, I never got my lollipops!”
Fortunately, my mother-in-law doesn’t hear too well these days, and what with the traffic noises, I’m sure she thought I said something totally different. After all, who thinks about lollipops while driving? [Don’t answer that.]
I briefly debated returning to the G.O.D.s’ motel to confront them, but then decency and common sense came into play, and I realized they may have simply forgotten to put the darn things in their car when they left Canada. G.O.D.’s own post told the story of shopping for my lollipops, so I was sure it was just an oversight.
At work the next day, my cell phone rang. It was a number I didn’t recognize, and no one I know is likely to be calling me at 11:00 am on a weekday, so I let it go to voicemail. Turned out, it was G.O.D. (aren’t I special?), calling to let me know he had forgotten to give me the lollipops at lunch the day before and would be driving to my house to drop them off before getting back on the road for the next leg of his journey.
Maybe it’s just me, but I find it a little unnerving that my home address can be so easily ascertained once you know my real name. However, real estate ownership is public record, so I guess I can understand that. And with Google Maps and GPS, it is not a difficult task to figure out where my house is.
I tried to call the motel, but the number just rang and rang. Apparently, the front desk was too busy with departing guests to even pick up the phone. I tried G.O.D.’s Canadian cell phone number, but his cell phone does not work in the U.S.
As is my normal routine, I headed home at lunch time, hoping I could beat Mr. & Mrs. G.O.D. to my house. I figured by the time they loaded the car, checked out, went somewhere for breakfast or lunch, and then found their way to my house, I should have time to get there first.
When I pulled up in front of my house, the first thing I noticed was that I hadn’t done a very good job of weed pulling. Do you have any idea how many weeds you can pull and shrubs you can trim in 5-10 minutes, if you really have to? Quite a few – I know.
I had just finished that and was back inside with Puppy Cody, when I heard a thump on my front stoop. I looked out, and G.O.D was just heading back to his car. Of course, I ran out the front door so that I could catch him, and had a nice but short chat with Mr. & Mrs. Not-Grumpy-At-All before they got back on the Thruway.
All in all, a really nice blogger meet-and-greet. I can hardly wait for G.O.D.’s post in which he describes the visit from his point of view. Join me in watching for that post on Archon’s Den sometime in the next week or so.
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Lollipops? You got lollipops? Well now, are you planning to share CM? Teasing us with lollipops and not sharing – tsk, tsk.
I’m glad your visit went well. It sounds like you had a good time.
Sorry, Paul. Lollipops all gone. They were too tasty to share – Not CM made me eat them.
We’re back, safe and sound, in body, if not mind. The border guards almost didn’t let us in, because I forgot to tell them we were Canucks. Thank you so much for the lovely visit. Details of the meeting (some of them even true) from the Canadian Side, coming in posts, soon. 😆
Glad you made it back. I find it amusing that you would run into problems on the Canadian side of the bridge – I always thought the American side was tougher to get into. But if they thought you were American, I can understand why they might not want to let you back in.
We sat facing the Customs booth and bright, bright sun, with our passports in my hand. I even thought, “Now, I need to remember to take off my sunglasses, when I pull forward into the shade.” but didn’t. A nice young lady wearing purple rubber gloves, politely, but firmly, reminded me. The backup started at the middle of the bridge, but once down there, we were waved through in 30 seconds.
The two posts showing your involvement were formatted last night, and will publish in the next week. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. 😆
Oh, oh – that last sentence doesn’t sound good. I’ll be waiting with bated breath.
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Just read his posts on the meeting and enjoyed them too! It’s fun reading about each of your thoughts on your meeting! 🙂
Especially since he seemed to take some liberties with the truth – although I did like the way he described me.
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