Why not create moments of oomph in my life? And why not do it every day?
On Wednesday, I got an idea. My neighbours Borot and Petra were about to leave on a 12-day Caribbean cruise. They’d be spending a few days on the road before walking up the gangplank and they were so excited about it all. Borot told me that they’d be setting off this morning sometime between 5:00 and 6:00.
So I did what any normal human being would do. I bought a 20-pack of Timbits from my local Tim Hortons coffee shop. They’re tiny donut balls – majorly yummy. I went to bed early, setting the alarm for 4:15. But I was too excited to sleep much.
After a morning shower, I brewed a cup of coffee, grabbed the Timbits, pulled on my winter coat, toque and mitts and sat down on the porch at 4:55. I couldn’t wait for Petra’s garage door to start climbing. I was ready to rush over with a Fare Thee Well present.
5:15. Not a peep from two houses down. Oh well. The coffee’s good. 5:30. The coffee’s cold so I rushed inside to the microwave, somehow believing that I could hear the garage door from my kitchen. 5:33. Local human being bursts onto his porch, cup in hand. Walks down the street. Sees that there aren’t any lights on in Borot’s home. Gosh, they better start showering soon.
5:45. Nyet. Those Timbits start looking good. Then a possibility hits me: my friends left before 5:00. Strangely, though I felt a twinge of disappointment at the prospect, I was almost giddily happy. I’d never sat on my porch at this hour, watching pinkness grow in the east. I was on a heroic quest but it didn’t seem to matter whether the result was produced. The journey was lovely.
6:10. Silence everywhere. I imagined Petra and Borot zipping down the highway. I thought of the Grade 6 kids I’d be visiting this afternoon. I bet they like Timbits. Twenty-seven children … twenty donut balls. Oh, we’ll figure something out.
And we did. Three kids were away. A couple who were there didn’t want a donut. The rest lined up in front of me and almost everyone thanked me for their little sphere of pleasure. Two Timbits were left. What if all three kids come back tomorrow? Ahh, we’ll handle that too.
It was a fun day. Here’s to many more.