Friday, August 3, 2012

My Glass is Always Full


                by Aunt Helene
  from Sharon Pape's A Portrait of Crime Mystery Series
 
Hi everyone. I'm Rory's aunt Helene. If I sound a  little breathless

it's because I barely made it here on time. What a day this

has been! And by that I mean it's been absolutely delightful.  I

know some people are thrown for a loop when anything upsets

their daily routine, but I thrive on the unexpected twists and turns

of life. For examply, this morning I had an appointment with the

dental hygenist, but when I went outside I found my car had a flat tire. I'm not talking a slow leak, you understand, I'm talking flat like a pancake, flat like the tire was trying to melt into the macadam. Well okay, I said to myself, it's about time I finally got some use out of my auto club membership. The guy the who came to change it was a real comedian. Had me in stitches with his stories. Better than the entertainment on my last trip to Atlantic City. 
When I called the hygienist, she had another opening right after her lunch hour. Perfect. I called my friend Lillian and asked her to meet me in town for lunch. We've been trying to get together for ages and guess what? She was going to be in town to pick up her pants at the tailor. So we had a yummy lunch at this new Greek restaurant I've been dying to try and spent a wonderful hour catching up with each other.
I was on my way back to my car when horns started honking like crazy. I looked around and saw this little black dog weaving in and out of the traffic. He looked confused and positively scared to death, I mean tail tucked, eyes nearly popping out of his skull kind of scared. So of course I ran into the street to help him. When I got close enough I hunkered down and held out my hand. He came to give me a tentative sniff, and I was able to grab his collar and guide him over to the sidewalk. What a sweet little one. He was so happy to be rescued, his tail literally wagged his whole body. The tag on his collar said his name was Spot. It took me a second to get it, but then I burst out laughing. I'm going to have to get a black dog one day just so I can name him Spot.

Anyway, long story short, I called the number on the tag and fifteen minutes later his tearful owner came rushing to take him home. They were both so grateful that my heart will be warmed through a dozen winters to come. But when I finally looked at my watch I realized I was going to be late for the hygienist again. It's a good thing Nancy's a free spirit like me. She took it in stride and rescheduled me for next week. I can't imagine what wonderful adventures that day has in store for me. Now I think I'll pop on over to Rory's house. Maybe I can help out with another one of her investigations. See you around!


8 comments:

  1. I know what it feels like to have lost dogs returned. Good for you!

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  2. Gosh, I want to be your friend! I need to learn how to take 'adventures' in stride and not get bent out of shape over a spoiled schedule. In fact, that's my lesson of the day... be more like Aunt Helene!

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    1. I could also learn some lessons from Aunt Helene. I guess she's the eternal optimist I would like to be.

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  3. You sound like you're ready for any adventure! Good for you, Aunt Helene. No wonder you can Rory's investigations in stride.

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  4. I love your attitude...enjoy your adventures

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  5. I love this series...this was just another great book to the read. Zeke is awesome!

    Thanks,
    Tina Lilly

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  6. Zeke does seem to have quite a group of fans!

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