This morning, I swear I could have been acting in a sitcom called The Good ‘Ol Days.
First thing, I got up and took Benj over to a really cool new daycare/preschool facility here called The Wolf Pup. I do a little drop-in day care a few hours a week so my child does not think his mother is the only one in the universe.
I then meandered over to Larsen’s Drug on Main Street. I say meandered because that’s what you do at 9am on Main Street in Watford.
I got there early enough to finally have coffee with the ladies (and yes, they did have a cold can of diet coke for me!). There was Agnes, Val, Darlene, Bev, Gordon and Grace. Bev got me properly introduced to everyone. She even pulled the pharmacist out from behind the counter to come and say hello. There was a man, probably late twenties, early thirties, who sat down to have a cup of coffee while he waited for his prescription to be filled and the ladies got him properly introduced to everyone as well. When he went up front and tried to pay for everyone’s coffee he left with his actually paid for out of their collection (I’m still not sure what that means or how it works but I also left having paid nothing for my diet coke nor did I see any money change hands).
I’m not making this up people. This actually occurred this very morning.
Darlene told me about the midwifery house that used to be out in Arnegard (pronounce arn-e-gard) where her mother gave birth to her and her sister. She told me about the country school that wasn’t great and how her and her sister used to stay “in town” sans parents during the week for school when she was a kid.
I mentioned I needed a floor lamp and there were many suggestions, none of them being to order one from Amazon Prime. The consensus was that I should head down to Soku’s furniture store further down on Main Street.
After sitting with the ladies I headed down to Soku’s. They had 2 options of floor lamps. Do you want the straight one or the one with curly q’s? Uncomplicated. They were both around $100. The man working there told me about the brawl he almost got pulled in to at the bar last weekend.
I then went back down past Larsen’s and to the McKenzie Farmer office, the city newspaper. I walked into the office and got a subscription to the paper.
Then back to Wolf Pup to collect my boy. We played trains for a while, ate lunch and now he’s taking a nap and I’m trying to decide what to make for dinner.
This place is good to me so far. Living here means I don’t have to work. Living here equals my husband walking in the door every night around 5pm with a smile on his face because he loves his job. Living here means I have time to write. Living here means we can afford to have more babies.
I am so grateful for this place and what it means for my family.
I have always left my family to live in weird places. I have always wanted to be the type of person who says YES to opportunities that are not the norm. But, it is a whole different scenario for me now, having a toddler in tow. We left our whole infrastructure of support. I was worried that I would be miserable. I am not miserable though.