My first inkling of this brilliant idea was when she almost knocked me out of my desk chair as she grabbed the good scissors, and then left me in a cold freezing draft as she forgot to close the door after rooting through the recycling box for cans and containers.
“It’s a great idea!” she exclaimed. “I am going to wear old plastic shopping bags (we do have a very few of those left) and attach cans and things.”
At this point Jessie is due to leave in exactly 1 minute to get to the bus on time. And she still has to pack a container to bring home what they cook, find a loonie ($1 coin) to defray a minor portion of the costs, and review the bus and walking route to get to the class
“Great,” I say. “Good for you!” (See upcoming post on mantras.)
She is excited. She is late. She looks like this:
But I am not sure how well it will work for my client who is waiting for my final edit on their food safety report.
2 comments:
Oh no! Did she miss the bus?! Did you have to drive her? It IS a pretty clever costume.... :)
I didn't have to drive her and she was only a little late, but called the "leader," who told me afterwards that that was the best excuse she had ever heard. This is an urban/core health centre that serves a lot of diverse people, such as new immigrants, street people, people with disabilities. Jessie is definitely the youngest in the class! but is very exctited because there are a number of women (its all women) from differnt cultures and faiths. THere are only about 6 of them I think.
I did go pick her up after . . but only because she had 20 minutes to get across town to a dance rehearsal and then had to get home to eat before going out with friends to the Rocky Horror Picture Show at our local cinema.
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