Today we're all Irish. Happy St. Patrick's Day.
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And today is the first day that the garden centre is open. Still a lot of Lilies to move out, but we're started.
----------------------------------------I mentioned Ed Strecker in yesterday's post. Some of you have heard the story I'm about to recount, but others haven't, so please bear with me.
I've known Ed and Rose for many years, starting with our Optimist affiliation and including golf outings before his hip quit working. One of their daughters taught autistic children and ran a dinner/dance to support autism. My wife and I had attended in the past.
Back in 2003 Ed called me to see if I was going to attend the dance that was coming up. I told him that I would love to, but Jean and I had separated eight months previous so I would need a date. And I added "If she is a golfer that would be even better".
Ed paused for a moment and then asked "Do you know Mardi Bullivant?". I had been introduced to Mardi when she and Jean had been working on the same charity event, but my first encounter with her had been years earlier, at a Dofasco event, when our eyes met from across the room.
It was just a brief moment, but years later we both remembered that event and even what each of us was wearing that night!
So I called Mardi and invited her to the dance. She said an immediate "Yes!" (Ed had forewarned her that I might call).
In my typical idiot manner I blurted out "Well, that was easy!". To which, in her typical Mardi manner she responded "I can say no if you want". I do put my foot in my mouth quite often but this time I managed to stammer my way out of it and the date was set.
The next morning I picked the tickets up from Ed and called Mardi again to let her know that dinner was included. And then I said "Tomorrow (Hallowe'en) the weather is going to be beautiful. Are you available for a golf game?".
We golfed at Scenic Woods where she let me win a close game, she invited me back to her house for dinner, and I helped hand out candies to the goblins before heading home dazed and hopelessly smitten.
Thus began the teenage years that I had missed. And that magic continues to this day. Love you Mardi. Thank you Ed!
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