February 10, 2007
Thursday night saw seven of us all revved up for a meeting. But alas, Margaret’s chariot hit a pothole just south of 53rd Avenue on 200th Street. By the time she and Marshal, her son who was driving his new car, arrived at my door, the tire was flat. Closer inspection determined the rim and hubcap were also damaged. We found Bryon’s large flashlight and Susan used her car’s headlights so Marshal could change the tire. He took the damaged vehicle home and later picked Margaret up with his truck. We learned the next day that somebody reported the pothole only a few minutes after Marshal had hit it, and that the pothole turned into a sinkhole, which GVRD is responsible for. Yesterday there was still a detour around it. But the damage to Marshal’s car will be covered by the GVRD.
Susan read a letter that her husband, Chris Flanagan, had written in 1993 to CBC in St. John’s, applying for a job. He said in his letter that his wife was probably more qualified for the job. And sure enough, they hired Susan and she hadn’t even applied.
Lynette had a wonderful idea that we should all contribute to composition of a Valentine’s Day poem. We got started. I said I would write down their magnificent inspirations. Words flowed for 24 lines, some eloquent, some not. The process degenerated into cliched rhyming meter and then halted. Prognosis for the ailing poem was that I would type up what we had and email it to all members, who could then edit, re-write, finish the piece to their own individual satisfaction. The finished product(s) could be placed on our website with author(s) anonymous, depending on whether or not you want to admit writing the aforementioned piece(s). Maybe we should start a new contest – for the worst Valentine’s Day poem? Anyhow, the starter set of lines will come to you in a separate email that is typed right in the message so everyone can print it out if they want.
Margaret read some more of Rev. Peasly visiting the Rev. Peabody after the Rev. Peacock ran into him with the parrot. We look forward to seeing how all these stories come together.
Jean read the beginning of a story that sees a young man, David, who is engaged to one young woman, being strongly admired by Jenny, the young cook’s helper in the boarding house where he lives. This is during WWI, in Ontario, close to the Welland Canal. We see an interesting plot development here, and hope to hear more of the story and the history of that particular area.
Susan read some more of her novel. We see Barley at home after Phyllis has left, watching the late night news. He learns about the kidnapping and realizes that’s what Newton was working on.
The Valentine’s Day page on our website is looking terrific. Thanks to those who contributed their writing, and to Sonny for setting up the page. And special thanks to Sonny for the amazing slide show he produced with pictures from our Christmas party.
Next meeting here at my place Thursday, February 15th at 7:00 p.m. Safe driving everyone, and stay out of potholes and sinkholes. Look forward to seeing you on Thursday.
Lisa