well hey hey hey. I’ve got some cool stories to tell. on friday I was driving into Montréal for a meeting with Farnoush, and I had taken the exit onto the 20 through Longueuil. So I’m driving, everything’s all good, and then I see a woman who’s in back of her stopped van on the shoulder, waving for people to stop, and nobody’s stopping. so, hmm, I thought, better stop to help. she tells me that she ran out of gas, and would I take her to get some gas in one of those little portable tanks, and I say, yeah, sure, hop in. So we go get gas at a local esso, and then we’re driving back towards the highway, and we start talking. I notice she has an accent and ask her where she comes from, and she says New Brunswick. I say, oh cool, my mom’s from New Brunswick. She says, really, well maybe she’s heard of me, I’m a singer, my name’s Marie-Jo Thério. Well I just about freaked out and lost control of the car with excitement, because it wasn’t long ago that I had borrowed one of her CDs from the library and just loved it to pieces. So we just start talking about this and that and the other thing, how she lives in the town my mom grew up in, wrote a song about it, etc., and we talked about all these things that Acadians talk about. And all the while I’m thinking, what sort of providence has made me end up with an internationally famous singer in my car, whose music I adore and who lives in my mom’s home town? Crazy. Anyway it was just a serious mind trip. Too much, man. And as thanks, she offered my parents tickets to her upcoming concert in Ottawa. They came down to visit me in Drummondville today and mom just flipped. What a small world eh? She asked me if I had mentioned my aunt Rose to her. Tante Rose is a poet laureate and is quite well known in Acadian literary circles. I guess I was just so blown away that I forgot to mention it. 😉
Anyway, I hope Marie-Jo (if I may call her Marie-Jo) got safely to where she was going. Her van ended up getting towed away to St-Bruno, about ten minutes out of Montreal 😛 And she had a meeting to get to too 😛 And her dogs were in the van 😛 Isn’t that a total bummer? 😛 😛 😛 Hopefully things worked out to some extent. If I had a day like that, driving ten hours to finally run out of gas and get towed away, I’d say, hey, that day *%&@# sucked.
for my part? I somehow feel much more strongly in touch with my roots now. and I have a doozy of a story to tell my kids. I hope that when I do have kids, we’ll all be making poutine râpée and fricot for the holidays.
Oh yeah, and I painted my new filing cabinet with chalkboard paint, and I’m going to set it up right next to my bookcase.
another side effect is that the rest of my life seems awful boring now 😉