Business as usual...

With small portions of income finally filtering in from various seeded investments, my family and I are going into Christmas in relatively good condition. I have found though, in the past Christmas was not always a happy time. For some, the stress of not being able to provide for their family, by way of presents and or sobriety can be hell on earth. I have witnessed friends who sat in their apartments alone, and high on drugs Christmas eve. All because they felt they had nowhere to go. And I have also witnessed the miracle of birth on that very same eve. Christmas for me has become less of a religious holiday and more of a family strengthening session. As I grasp at straws I try to remember that when I get the long straw, inevitably someone out there ends up with the short one as there are only so many long straws available.

Friday on the way home from the treadmill room at Toronto's hospital, my mother and I joked and laughed to the trailer park boys interview on CBC radio. They are such a crude bunch but for me, it is comic relief that is much needed. As we turned onto the 427 highway and changed lanes, a small, sporty vehicle decided it wanted to be in pole position. Well no problem, I certainly was not in any rush, so I slowed down and let them in like any other polite driver from the west would do. Then, SNAP! the sound of a small but high velocity pebble hitting my windshield! I looked over 2/3rds to the right on the glass and there it was, glimmering in the sunshine. "OH SHIT!, Jody's Gonna lose her mind!" I yelled. The small pit in my windshield, sparkling in the daylight with spikes going off 4 different directions. It was small but I knew from the past that left unrepaired this little mishap would turn into a road map, and eventually lead to the replacement of the entire windshield.

$60.00 for the repair and an hour and a half later after chatting it up with the man from Dubai who repaired the windshield I was humbled once again at fate's doorstep. That 60 dollars had to leave my warm dry pocket to enter the cold cruel world but I feel now, that it could not have ended up in a better man's pocket. He'd only been in Canada for 3 years but boy oh boy did he have a great personality. A fine salesman he was, and a damn good windshield repair person too!
So I sit here tonight thinking that I did the right thing for my vehicle's maintainance and that I am satisfied with the days events.

Bah Humbug, the fat man is coming, the fat man is coming!