Please kick me if I get like that

Friday afternoon I went to our usual farmer's supplies shop, where we go to in order to pretend we are real farmers, to get some birdseed, chickenfeed and some other stuff for the animals and for the garden. It WILL be spring some day again will it not? No, I'm sure it will. Funny thing is that in summer there is no doubt in my mind that it will be winter again some day. However, in winter I'm always very doubtful about spring and summer returning. So, just to be on the safe side I've bought some fertilizer to feed the grass in case the snow will disappear some day. In front of me at the checkout stood an elderly lady. She had to pay for some tiny thing, I don't even know what it was because I couldn't see it, and she searched through her bag to get her purse. Finally she found it and then she started counting, painstakingly slow, the amount she had to pay, getting all sorts of coins out of her purse and laying them out on the checkout counter. After about 5 minutes of rummaging around in her purse, she discovered that she didn't have enough coins to make up the amount she had to pay. Oh dear. So she started putting all the coins back into her purse. Coin for coin. Very slowly. Then she asked if she could pay with a 50 euro note. 'Sure', the cashier said and looked at me with a sort of tragic look on her face. I smiled at her, just to let her know that I knew it wasn't her fault and I wasn't in a hurry. The old lady put her purse back into her bag and started searching for the 50 euro billet that she apparently kept somewhere else in her bag. She'd hidden it quite good, because she couldn't find it in the front compartment of her bag, nor in any other compartment. And there were quite a few to rummage through. Then the old bat started taking everything out of her purse. Bit by bit, very slowly, carefully placing everything on the counter. Amazing how much a medium sized bag can hold. The look on the cashier's face became more and more desperate. I got a serious case of the giggles and she and I started exchanging rolling-eyed looks and demonstratively checking our watches. But the old trout had all the time in the world. She didn't have anything else to do until she died. And just before the cashier and I strangled her, to end our suffering, she found an envelope that held the illustrious 50 euro note. I'm guessing it took her about 15 minutes in all to pay for one tiny thing. It felt like 15 hours. I'm always telling hubs to kick me if I get like my mother. I'd like to add another person to the list of people who I don't want to be like.

Sleeping beauties in pencil

I dó know! Sometimes.

Last time I told you about the things I 'know' and gave you a couple of mindblowing (ahum) illustrative stories. This morning I suddenly thought of another weird example. Something that happened quite a few years ago. My best friend at the time and her husband came over for dinner. We dined with each other regularly. Sometimes they cooked, sometimes we cooked and sometimes we went to a restaurant. This time we would cook dinner. So I was trying to think of a nice menu. Going through recipes and cookbooks I found a recipe that would be nice to have as a starter. I can't for the life of me remember what it was, but I know that it had 'raw' cheese in it. And thén I thought: "we can't have that, because you can't eat that cheese when you're pregnant". Weird thing is, I was pretty sure (really really sure) that I wasn't pregnant. And my best friend had the same feelings about children as I do. I like them if they are someone else's, but I wouldn't want them of my own. And that is what she always said too. So... as far as I knew, nobody present at that particular dinner was pregnant. So... why not make a recipe with raw cheese. Still, I decided to make something else for a starter. Just to be on the safe side. Our friends arrived for dinner and we exchanged all the little newsfacts of what had been going on in our lives. And then she said: "We have some bigger news too." And then she dropped the bombshell. She was pregnant. Which was quite shocking news. For hubs. Because... well, apparently I knew already. And, when Evie was born, another friend who was pregnant and we knew thát, came to see little Evie. She was due the day, it was a Wednesday, she came to visit us. But everything was quiet on the southern front, so I didn't have to keep the towels and hot water ready. She said. I told her about my premonition about the evening Evie was born (one of the 'mindblowing' examples in my previous post). She asked if I could tell her when her baby would be born. I held her hand and said: "Your baby will be born coming Friday. At about three o'clock in the afternoon." And we had a good laugh, because whát do I know, haha! Anyway, thát Friday she had her baby. Not at three o'clock I believe, a bit later I think. I'm not quite sure anymore. Shé was stunned and told all our other friends that I had predicted (haha, I'm a predictor) that her baby would be born that day. I'm convinced it was sheer coincidence. But hey... whát do I know!