With Kevin out of town she had ample time to do some housekeeping. Not the cleaning kind mind you. She wasn’t a fan. But she did want to have all of her ducks in a row by his return tomorrow. She hastily made a list: hair, nails (good luck with that … she like to pick and chew … bad habit), facial and finances. Maybe a new outfit.

Not one to spend a lot of time and money on personal grooming she had to rethink her priorities. She was frugal and usually accomplished the same results as her spendthrift friends who frequented salons and spas. But her usual hairdresser (who worked from her home) was too far away on short notice. Grudgingly she’d have to find a local service that would fill the gap today. Not wanting to tip her hand amongst her friends she couldn’t call anyone for a referral. It would have to be a cold call. She activated her tablet as she absently gnawed on a nail.

Her appointments were set up. She’s found an all in one salon that would do hair and esthetics. And they could see her today. Thinking it was a continuation of her recent good luck rather than any negative reason that a salon would miraculously have openings she logged into her Groupon to make sure she wasn’t missing any deals. Everyone always marvelled at her knack for scooping up great deals. But she knew the value of her hard earned money. Ahhh. She thought to herself; it wouldn’t be long until she would be taken care of. And while someone else’s money was being spent on her, her dough would be safely invested earning more for her nest egg. What a clever girl!

She called her finance guy to confirm that she would be picking up the draft for her investment tomorrow. While on hold she formulated her arguments for pushing this through. But to her surprise when her call was answered, there was no reluctance or dissuasion giving her more confidence and assurance that her instincts were on point. Her draft would be ready by 3 pm and could be picked up at the reception desk. Perfect.

At the salon she leaned back as her hair was washed and with her eyes closed she let her mind wander to her new life. Starting very soon she would be making decor decisions on the renovations. She could rent out her place immediately and generate a bit more fun money. She knew exactly who to call to get referrals for interior designers; it would be a great way to brag a bit too. She couldn’t wait to see the closet space in her new bedroom; she’s always wanted a nice big dressing room and space for all her clothes and accessories. Not to mention all the new wardrobe pieces she would need. There would be travel and business meetings. And an upscale golf club membership. She couldn’t help but smile. When the stylist asked if she was enjoying the scalp treatment she was startled into the present. Why yes … it’s just what the doctor ordered.

A few hours, and way more money than she wanted to spend, later, she waltzed out of the salon with a fresh new haircut and colour, new nails top to bottom, fresh faced and waxed. Kevin would want to eat her up! She couldn’t wait for him to get back! For the rest of the day she spent time ticking off her other to do list. Including buying a couple of bottles of wine, her friends favourite, for a hostess gift. Feeling giddy she went to her go to knick knack store for a little gift to boot. Something for her friend to go with the wine, something cute for Kevin to go with the envelope and a little something for herself too.

After her usual phone campaign the next morning she gathered her goodies and readied herself and her house for the homecoming. Kevin needed for her to be perfect. Everything had to fall into place. She agonized whether to spring the investment on him immediately as soon as he walked in the door or wait until after dinner so they could be romantic and alone. She opted for the first idea. She was so excited she had to spill the beans right away or she might burst. Plus it would put her in the best frame of mind for dinner. The line up of guests was a bit daunting. All couples she knew but this was the real thing. She quickly shook off any doubts. Kevin would win them all over for sure!

Kevin luxuriated in his mini freedom vacation. He was realizing how overpowering and annoying his mark was. For a fleeting moment he had second thoughts. He could just ghost her and vanish. Get on with his life. But then he reminded himself what that would look like without the dough. He needed the infusion to kick his life plan into gear. With this score he could settle the naggiest of debts and put enough in his pocket to get out of the country and down to Central America where his buddy was set up. He could live the rest of his life like a king. In the warm climate. With all his baggage far behind. Let’s face it, most of his so-called friends and family wouldn’t shed a tear to see his back. They could live without the burden of his ne’er do well shenanigans. And those getting burned financially? Hey. They made their bed. They were adults. They’d get over it. He’d be long gone and out of legal reach before they could say “lawsuits “. Adios amigos.

Kevin snapped out of his reverie abruptly when he realized the time. Shit. He had to get back for the showstopper dinner. This could be his final act and he needed to pull all the stops. Luckily his car dealing pal took an Audi 7 off lease the other day and Kevin sweet talked his way into “borrowing” it to show a client. It was the prop he needed to keep his cover. He could pick the ride up on his way to pick her up. He also needed a quick “I missed you so much” trinket. God knows she didn’t need anymore junk but she loved her tacky do dads. In a way it reminded him of his mother, the controlling hag, and her endless collections of tea cups and stupid silver spoons. Useless trashy trash. When he had to get rid of it after she died not even Sally Ann wanted it.

He was ready to roll. Pick up in his fine machine with suitable gift. Dressed to impress. Groomed like only he could do; a bit casual but loads of swagger. Fake Rolex. And his killer smile. This would be his best final act and he would milk it all the way. One for the money. Two for the show.

Tucked away in a remote and isolated rural setting is a historical homestead circa 1843 called the Captain Dean House. It is the ideal setting for a secluded isolation respite from the current social chaos. Who knew that within a short few weeks our world would be upended and life in turmoil. Media is blaring the doomsday forecasts of death. People, the economy, our futures … all dying. But in our small refuge, life is as we’ve always known it. Close your eyes and come to away ……

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As you enter the historic district you are transported back in time. Imagine the area which was ravaged during the Civil War; burnt to the ground by Sherman. Only a few dwellings left standing.

The beauty of the walking path is eerily calm. There are no other people. Just silence and tranquility.

Time stands still. Even the sign indicates the slow pace in this serene locale.

The homes exude a timeless quality. There is no manicured space. No pristine gardens. Yet the picket fences and welcoming front porches portray a lifestyle of relaxation.

Stay a while and feel the pressures of today melt away.

Basking in the afterglow of what was, by a zillion miles, the best sex-filled night her life she groggily rolled over. Oh good. He was already up. Nothing like the walk of shame to the bathroom. Drunken romps under dim or no lights is vastly different from sunlit hungover limps across the room. Exit stage left. The face staring back in the mirror tells the whole story. A glowing exuberant train wreck. Why does make up bring out the best and worst in us?? Better make it quick. Nothing like an extended time doing facial repairs to give away the extent of the disaster. A quick fixer upper all that’s needed. First things first: thorough teeth brushing.

Kevin was in the kitchen plotting his next move. In order to seal the deal he needed to pull out all the stops. Too bad flowers weren’t in bloom this time of year. Luckily he’d brought a bouquet last night; snipping a bud or two would suffice. He prepared a tray of coffee, water and Diet Coke (seems she’s a little addicted given the evidence in her fridge and recycling bin). Just add the flowers and a sweet note on the napkin. Good morning gorgeous… Once he saw her face and got her talking he would know if his potions were effective. He sat patiently and waited to give her ample time to tidy up herself; he knew she would be rushing to get herself in order. Just to assure her he whistled a tune and opened and closed a few cupboards.

Ok. That’s the best it’s going to get for now. A quick flush and she slinks back to bed. She can hear noises in the kitchen and he’s whistling. Awww. Her dad used to do that, too. This guy is awesome. Batting the “it’s too good to be true” from her mind she gets in position in bed. He’s coming up the stairs. Hopefully he feels a fraction of what she does after last night.

He raps lightly on the bedroom door and nudges it open. She’s propped up in bed looking flushed and slightly apprehensive. He sets the tray down in her night stand having to push a bit of clutter aside; what’s with this chick and her stuff everywhere!? He bends over and tenderly kisses her on the cheek. I really enjoyed your company last night, he coos as he shines his best Hollywood smile at her. She beams back and giggles girlishly. It’s been a while, he continues, I hope I wasn’t too rusty. She’s lapping this up. I brought you an assortment of beverages, and I wish I could stay. I’m meeting a couple of investors this morning for the project. I wish I could stay and linger, but duty calls. He bends down again and this time grazes her lips; her response is a green light. He playfully kisses and groans pulling away. See you later; I will bring dinner.

She rolls over with a sigh. This is it. She’s in love. This man is the whole package and he’s not getting away. She reaches for the Diet Coke; it’s like he knows her so well already. He’s so thoughtful and caring. The flowers. The note. It would be dead easy getting used to this. She reaches for the phone to make her daily round of calls. Gossip first. Then her financial planner to talk about investing in a dental plan. An investment she’s sure will reap her ample returns for years to come. This is an investment in her future like none other before.

Kevin drives off to the park. He needs to sit quietly and think. If he’s played it right and his spider sense is bang on, she’s busy calling her finance people now arranging the funds. If all goes smoothly he will only have to fake it for another five days. A week tops. If her finance guy is worth his commission he will ask her for info about this proposed investment. Luckily Kevin had that all sorted out. He had a website done up and was ready to engage his ex to answer the phone if needed. She owed him at least one. Now he had to figure out where he could land a decent dinner for tonight. He saw her fridge and knew she was not gourmet. A couple of yogurts, some wilting lettuce (the pre-bagged washed stuff – gross) a few random jars of this and that. And Diet Coke. Her freezer filled with frozen desserts; clearly she had an insatiable sweet tooth. Bingo! He just remembered that promised to visit his ex- granddaughter at her new cafe when he was in the area. He’d call her and make up a sob story. For sure she’s send him packing with a doggy bag.

Her calls were not going as planned. First her best friends both cautioned her to slow down. She was finally able to convince one to give him a chance and she promised to bring him for dinner ASAP. The other was adamant; slow down and do your due diligence. If it seems to good to be true it usually is. Well not this time. He’s the real deal. She’ll show them. Her financial planner was as bad. He refused to even listen until he saw some hard evidence to his satisfaction. Since she couldn’t even remember the syndicate name she agreed to call back tomorrow with the facts and figures. But then she expected her money in 48 hours. It was hers and she was doing this. Period. She loved being in charge and flexing her muscles. Let’s face it, when she was married and they were managing the dental offices together she would take on an official role. National VP of sales and marketing sounded about right. It was a position made exclusively for her. She earned it after kissing so much corporate butt over the years. It was time she enjoyed being kissed. Of course the position she was entitled to included a new car lease and an expense account. Yes. This was her time in the sun. And she was ready to bask.

Kevin arrived on cue with a lovely picnic basket full of goodies. His “grand daughter” was so happy to see him and listen to his tale of woe. She didn’t disappoint on the generosity; it was a meal fit for a king. It was meant for only him of course so he had to make a couple of slight modifications to suit the purpose. It did make him a bit uneasy knowing that he had pretty much exhausted his connections for food and entertainment. His credit cards were almost maxed and he needed to keep a big of leverage for gas. He’d have to get super creative. She was waiting for him in the kitchen. Wine opened and almost half a bottle gone; good, gd thought, she’s going to need all the lubrication she can get.

She’s thinking about how to ask for company details on the investment. He hadn’t exactly invited her to join in and she (as usual) steam barrelled ahead. After a couple of glasses of wine she was confident he would welcome her investment; that was the best compliment she could give him. She saw him and the picnic basket and melted; she needed this to work. But she needed the best segue into the discussion.

Kevin confidently (he was so good at faking confidence these days) strides into the kitchen. He flashes his brilliant smile and drops the basket on the counter. He meets her on the other side of the island and embraces her warmly and kissing her hair. She turns her face to him and he obliges with more kissing and stroking. Oh, how I’ve been thinking about this moment all day. You look stunning and you smell delicious. I can’t wait to taste you. Her smile and shy laugh are all he needs to make him press on. I hope you’ve worked up an appetite. And save room for dessert. I hope you like dessert? It’s my favourite part …. don’t tell my dentist!

Dessert?! Are you kidding?? She loved dessert! Just when she thought he couldn’t get one ounce better he raises the bar again. She sets out a couple of plates and offers him a glass for wine. The basket smells delicious and she was hungry. God knows she burned off more calories in one night than she usually does in a week. As they settle into their seats she asks how his day went hoping to cajole some information and find an opening to broach the investment opportunity for her. He says it was a fruitful day but he’d need a few more days and a short out of town trip to finalize the package. It was a bit stressful but she’s a good antidote. A few more glasses of wine and she’s just going to take the plunge.

Kevin is trying to be coy. He knows she’s gearing up to make a statement; he can tell how she’s guzzling wine and not totally listening to his words. She’s processing something; he can practically hear her wheels turning. They are pretty creaky; she’s not as swift as she thinks she is. The food is excellent and he mentally makes a note to profusely thank his grand daughter appropriately; he might get a second favour that way too. You’re an ace with the ladies, he thinks to himself. He’s back in full confidence mode. Enough about me and money he says, tell me about your day.

She’s doing a quick mental analysis of the situation. He hadn’t offered to let her in on it. Shit. Ok. New angle. She tells him that she made a few calls in the morning and one of them to her finance guy. She sheepishly admits that she spoke about the dental syndicate and her finance guy was interested to know more. Of course she didn’t have any details to share so she promised a follow up. She looks up expectantly from her plate to gauge his reaction. He looks up and beams at her and says: I’m flattered that I came up in your conversation today ; I will most certainly provide you with information. The more you speak positively about me, the better chance I have to stay in your good graces.

Bingo. They both return to their food with delighted happy grins on their faces. For two very different reasons.

Not wanting to rock the boat too much, Kevin offers to send a link to the investment information to her. She promises to forward it to her guy. And, she thinks to herself, no matter what the financial guru says she’s jumping on this this. Her bunches have been right on the money before. Like the time she met a young kid at the bar and while practising her flirting skills he told her about the great deal on marijuana stocks. Sure enough, that was a hot tip. Let’s face it, she had a knack of having men tell her important things. This would be the same. Just think of the girls night she would have in the newly renovated house that would be hers soon!!

Kevin could feel the tension leave the room when he agreed to send his investment info link to her. She was really into it! He could practically hear her get giddy when he offered to have a call with her financial guy to answer further questions. Better to leave it at that for now and see where it goes. He was ready to patch up any questions with solid bs that would leave anyone with little investment clout too embarrassed to push further. Kevin had a strong feeling that her “financial” guy was a low grade rookie happy to pick the low hanging fruit. Easy money.

She’s so excited taking a mental inventory of her future assets that she is bursting to chat. Not wanting to come across as ditzy or too eager she decides to play coy again. She lets him know that although she’s been singing his praises to all her friends there are still some skeptics in the bunch. But she knows how to overcome their hesitation. Waiting to gauge his reaction she ponders her next move if this doesn’t work. He beams his award winning smile and says he will do anything for his gal. Ok! Then we are going for dinner to my friend Karen’s house. She’s offered to make dinner and have a few of us over. Tomorrow? Kevin gives her his best puppy dog look and asks for a rain check; he’s got to meet with a developer to review mechanical permits for the sites. The city’s engineers want a few minor changes and Kevin needs to make sure they stay minor. You know how engineers are. She nods in total agreement as though she’s an expert on all things engineering. Kevin would be out of town for a couple of days. But then he was all hers. He promised.

She of course conceded. How could she not? He was a jet setting businessman after all. And she always supports her man. In the morning she would call Karen and set it up. Karen would make a great dinner and invite a few others to join in. No doubt they would all be on alert to look for flaws. Well they were in for a surprise. This one was perfect and she couldn’t wait to show him off!

The “picnic” dinner was cleared away and they settled down for a movie. Kevin picked a romantic drama that he was sure would be enough foreplay if he played his cards right. Diane Lane movies always had the ladies wanting more. And he wasn’t disappointed. Before long they were fully engaged on the sofa and moving the party to the next level. Kevin’s element; this was where many an otherwise smart woman lost her senses. This was a piece of cake.

The next morning Kevin hit the road early. He couldn’t stand how she put on her housecoat and fluffy slippers and talked to herself while she made coffee. And her coffee sucked. He left her snoring gently with a soft kiss to her head. Hoping that by the time he got back in a couple of days she would have his dough so he could bail for good. Just a few more days and he’d be scott free. He’d head out of town to bunk with his buddy up north while he tended to “business”.

She awoke with a yawn and glanced around. No Kevin. He did say he needed an early start. What time was it anyway? Oh dear! Her favourite morning show was almost over. She hasn’t slept so soundly in years! He was going to kill her; she could feel the foreign muscles that he had awakened. Might be a good idea to haul out the dusty yoga videos and do some serious stretching. The guy has more stamina than a teenager! Well she had a couple of days to recoup and recharge. In the meantime she would get on the phone lines and get the dinner party started. Man! She had worked up an appetite. She was ravenous. Leftover picnic was just what she needed. With a contented smile on her face she hobbled down the stairs.

Kevin has to act quickly on sending the link like he promised. But first he needed to reactivate the toll free number shown on the site. Most people used email these days but there were some (like the flake he was working on) that insisted on old fashioned phone calls. He couldn’t take a chance even though it meant he’d have to sweet talk his old flame at the virtual office service. He owed her a few bucks but he could persuade her to help him out in a pinch. Once that was done he’d send the link and wait for the dominoes to line up. He could almost smell the finish line!

She poured herself another coffee. Where was her energy?? While she gathered her energy to start her daily calls, she popped open her laptop to await the email from Kevin. It took her aging computer a while to boot up and when it finally did she was delighted to see the notification of new mail. She opened her mail program hastily and there it was. New mail from Kevin. Hello beautiful, Miss you already. Here’s the link. See you in a few days. XO, Kevin. Just seeing his email address “doctor” K. sent a warming sensation through her; she forwarded the email entirely so her financial guy would get jealous. Ha ha. She’s going to show them all. She thought about forwarding the link to her friends but thought better of it so she didn’t share the opportunity. Why help them out? She found this gold mine and intended to keep it.

After sending the link Kevin was grateful that his virtual receptionist agreed to play along. He made up a good story about the why and she agreed to help him out in exchange for a partial repayment on the money he owed her. Frankly she had written him off and was surprised to hear from him. He told her he was ashamed of how things ended and begged her to give him another chance. He wanted to make things right. Reluctantly she gave in. And not only that she invited him to talk over dinner at her place and see where things went. It was an offer he gladly accepted knowing that she couldn’t resist and he’d have a nice warm bed to curl up in. Beats the hell out of his buddy’s smelly sofa.

She called her finance guy immediately after pushing send on the email. When he answered she launched directly into her prepared pitch. Look at the link and then get my money ready. I want $150K draft payable to Dr Kevin and I’m picking it up tomorrow. My minds made up. I’m doing this. It’s more than I thought originally but I feel so sure about this I want to secure the deal. She hangs up the phone not wanting to hear any rebuttal. The extra money and her acting quickly will go a long way to impressing Kevin and that’s what she intends to do. She would pick up the draft and wrap it up with champagne to open after dinner at Karen’s. She was so excited she was bursting. Time to unleash some of the elation on her friends; she could barely dial the first number.

As suspected Karen was all over the dinner idea. She rambled off a few names for the guest list and while she started on possible menu ideas the call waiting buzzer went off. It was the financial guy. He will have to wait; he has my instructions. Why can’t he just do his damn job like I asked?? Karen drones on about dinner plans; funny how a gourmet mission took her mind off grilling the boyfriend. Her exuberant mood could not be derailed and everyone she talked to remarked about the sound of her voice. They were happy for her. Yeah. Sure. But they would see soon what she was cooking!

Her phone beeped. Not that stupid finance guy again! Not this time. It was a text. From Kevin. He was heading into meetings that would run into dinner and likely later. He apologized in advance for turning his phone off until tomorrow. These types of meetings exhausted him and he would crash as soon as they were over. Miss you. Can’t wait to see you. There’s something important that I want to ask you. I love you. K. Wow!! He’s never said that before. This is real. She inadvertently blurred out the L word after their last romp. Now he was saying it for real. Plus asking something important. Can it be? It’s moving fast but the discussion about our age and not wasting precious time … A new outfit and some pampering is in order. I want to look like a million dollars when he pops the question!

Kevin was feeling relaxed. Things were coming together. The finance guy called the service, left a message, and Kevin called back posing as the VP of Business Development. As suspected her guy was a light weight; no problem slinging the bull. His plans for the evening were hopeful and even promising. It was easy to send a lovey dovey text to keep the fire burning. One more function with her and he should be off the hook. Impressing her lame friends should be no problem.

The move in was uneventful. Kevin took Milo to a friends place because, as it happened, a dog sounded great but wasn’t really a good fit. Kevin was annoyed but decided it was a sacrifice he would have to make for the big picture. It was only temporary after all. His room was small and filled with useless tacky decor; definitely not a mans room. And the closet was jammed with clothing and more junk. He started to get the full scoop of what he was getting into. He could last long enough to get what he needed. He already took care of the car loose end; he’d have to keep his junk loaner since the recall parts were now back ordered until who knew when. She preferred to drive anyway; she was turning out to be a first class control freak.

She was so relieved he didn’t force the dog issue. All that hair! It was hard enough to keep the place tidy as it was even after she re-homed her cat. Pets were a pain she could do without. He didn’t bring much thank goodness; she managed to empty a drawer in the dresser anyway. That should be enough for now. It will be so great to have someone around. A permanent date. Her friends were curious and couldn’t wait to meet him. Even though they tried to dissuade her and get her to see reason. Pfft. What did they know? This was an opportunity not to be missed!

Kevin had to start his plan and move according to schedule. He needed $50K and he could start clean and fresh. Based on what she told him she could get her hands on that no problem. Why not ask for $100K and see where the chips fell. She thought of herself as a savvy investor. He would have to go all the way on impressing her and anyone she ran it by to make it happen. Tonight at dinner was the beginning of the end and his ticket to a new beginning. He’d already arranged the villa in Costa Rica; ten grand gets you a nice enough place. He also had a gig lined up with an old high school buddy who’d made the move a few years ago and opened a tiki bar. He wouldn’t really need to work with his pension from the generous government but a bit extra was nice for the amenities he enjoyed. Kevin gets ready for dinner.

She thought it would be nice to have the first dinner at home; she put a couple of chicken breasts in the oven with fingerling potatoes and tossed a salad. Cooking wasn’t her thing; her kids had told her for years that she sucked at it. It was enough to get by. And besides, Kevin liked fine dining and socializing so how much would she have to cook in the future? Table set; candles lit. Soft jazz on the stereo. Wine to get the evening started.

They sit down after Kevin embraces her warmly. He’s so grateful for her generosity and promises to make it up to her. In his mind he means it; he’s proud of his prowess and he plans to work it perfectly. In her mind she’s thinking gifts, trips, wining and dining. Sex isn’t her thing really. It’s a means to an end; orgasm? What’s that; oh, yeah she has one DIY. Of course her exploits are sadly limited but no one would ever know by the way she talks and carries on. She’s prepared to do what is necessary to keep this ball in play.

Kevin raves about the dinner; it’s average or less but that’s not the point here. In fact the chicken tastes like rubber; probably a Walmart special. The wine hits the spot. The more she has the more she loosens up. This is going to be a piece of cake. Seriously, he tells her, this is like a genie granted my wish! Gorgeous girl who can cook like a gourmet; sexy and strong, not a flake like most these days; obviously smart and business savvy. What did I do to deserve this!? She’s thinking the same thing; he’s the perfect man. And he loves me! I can tell. I could be moving into the newly renovated mansion by the time it’s finished. What did he say? 45 days or so? Perfect. Just in time for the golf season to start. Did I ask him if he’s a member somewhere?

Flattery will get you everywhere, she giggles flirtatiously. That’s exactly what he’s counting on. He pulls his phone out. Sorry; I have to take this. I’ll be right back. No problem; she clears the table. He wanders into the hallway and says into a dead phone: oh man! That’s excellent news! By when? Ok. I’m not sure I can swing it … I just paid cash for the reno deposit to the tune of $250. Leave it with me … I can’t talk right now I’m at dinner. Ok. You too. Ciao.

Did I hear him right? He paid out $250 for a deposit. In cash??? I’ve hit the mother lode. Under no circumstances will I screw this one up! Hey! You’re back! Dessert or more wine? Wine? I was hoping you would say that. Liquid courage is exactly what she needed.

Kevin stared purposefully off into the distance. Earth to Kevin! Sorry I’m just trying to put a few pieces of puzzle together in my brain. Numbers aren’t my strong suit. I apologize. She looks at him through her rosy wine filtered lenses and asks what’s on his mind. She’s assuming it has to do with his phone call. Yes. He’s been working on a business plan with his broker for months and the ships finally coming in but the timing couldn’t be worse. He’s been setting up a model for small local turnkey dental offices and his broker has been working on investors. A syndicate of business people that will act as landlord and licensee. He’s pledged his funds as has his broker and members of the syndicate. But one guy bailed at the last minute and they need to cover his share of $200K. His partner and him are 50/50 so he needs to pony up another $100K. In 14 days. But hey. Forget that boring stuff. Let’s celebrate being roommates and my desire to make it much more. Cheers.

She’s had a bit too much wine. But she could smell a wicked deal from a mile away. Maybe she could convince him to make her a minority partner if she anted up the dough. Her wheels were turning. She’s definitely going to pursue this notion when the time is right.

Kevin can see he’s hit the bullseye. She’s a bit drunk but she’s hanging on every word. Why wouldn’t she want to get in on the best deal with her uber successful new beau. Let’s let her dwell on that for now and get her into bed and seal the deal. Hey gorgeous; let’s dance. He holds his hand out to her and gently pulls her into his arms. As they sway to the soft jazzy tones he nuzzles her neck and whispers quietly in her ear. When he kisses her lips he knows the time is right. Let’s go upstairs he purrs.

She’s not good at this but he’s so smooth and irresistible. I can feel myself falling for him more every moment. He’s undressing me for real; not just with his eyes like before. His hands are like velvet on my skin. His lips are soft and exploring. Ok. I’m not able to resist. This is happening. And it was the most glorious night of her life. She had missed out on this her whole life?! Nothing else mattered. He was her world. She was smitten.

Kevin used every asset in his toolbox. This was going to be the grande finale. He was going for gold. Literally. He crossed the finish line once. But she was ready for more. Her inhibitions (and cobwebs) were long gone. He was satisfaction guaranteed. And by the sound of things he was hitting the nail on the head.

Would his all-star performance do the trick?

Alone and lonely (the two are exclusive I believe) she thought she would give the dreaded internet dating sites another try. She had so many friends that had resounding success with finding lasting love on line. Why not her? Paying for the premium dating memberships was out of the question. A penny saved is a penny saved. Plenty of Fish seemed like the obvious route.

Her profile caused her some concern. She didn’t look her age (60 something) so a photo was easy. But how to articulate her characteristics in way to snag the man she desired. The list of must haves was extensive: tall, handsome, well off financially, a good golfer, healthy, home owner, travels, nice car, limited baggage, widower preferred … she needed the best wording for bait. She wondered how her other friends, not as good looking and desirable as her in her mind, managed to find good men. With money. That shared. She was due. This was her time.

Choosing a photo was a piece of cake. She had plenty to choose from; there were tons of selfies taken with friends (usually as a third wheel on a night out with a couple) all she had to do was edit out the friend. Voila. A happy shot of a done up lady enjoying herself. That’s the image she wanted to portray. Even if it was a stretch. Now for the profile itself; that needed finesse and strategy. Fun loving retiree loves to golf and enjoy life to the fullest. Must love travelling and fun adventures. Let’s play a round to see if we’re a fit. Done. Click. What a clever play on words; they’ll think she’s smart too. Well done. With the profile live and activated it was a matter of time.

She didn’t have to wait long. The computer notification system was hopping! As she sifted through the “winks” and summarily passed by the Kumars, Sandeeps, Thans, Osmundos and everyone else with a foreign sounding name along with a few Bobs and Rogers whose profiles didn’t meet the standards, she found Kevin. Stop the presses. This guy ticked every box.

A widowed dentist who lived in the city with his faithful Lab, Milo, loved to spend time at his weekend retreat to golf and ride his motorcycle. Doesn’t like social media (bonus! She’s never been on line in any other way but the dating site). Grown children living abroad. Oh and the photo. Wow. Why was this hunk single? Easy decision to wink back. Hopefully he wants to meet. She might have to go shopping for a killer outfit. She starts calling her friends to boast about her next husband; free dental work for all!

He sends a message via the dating site. It’s simple and professional: let’s do lunch; my treat. (This was getting too good to be true!) I’ll reserve a table at Danilo’s for Friday at 1 pm. (Only the top restaurant in town!) Ask the maître d for my table. (It’s a date! …. for life! …. this is the treatment I deserve). See you Friday.

Her friends are cautionary; be careful. You don’t know this guy. Call if you need help. Really? It’s lunch. In broad daylight. At a five star establishment. It will be fine. You’re just jealous! What to wear ….

Friday couldn’t come soon enough. It was two days of agony and stress. This has to work. Period. The outfit was not her usual flamboyant affair; she wanted look refined and worldly. Not an easy feat. Hair just right; make up too. Nothing over the top. Ready or not here we go.

When she arrived at the restaurant she used the free valet parking. It would cost her a tip to the attendant but it would be worth it. Her car was a recent model of a cheap import; not the best showpiece but not embarrassing either. Too bad it wasn’t summer and she could have driven her seasonal convertible. Oh well. She does one last check of the ensemble and hair and teeth. All good. She thinks she’s a knockout.

The host shows her to the table where Kevin is waiting. He sees her approach and rises with his hand extended. His profile was bang on! Tall and gorgeous (in a silver fox way), nicely dressed and gentle hands. Harrison Ford comes to mind. He was perfect. So were his teeth. That smile! They sit and the waiter is on stand by to take a drink order. Wine? Red? Certainly; a bottle of the Beaujolais Nouveau. As they wait on the wine the small talk starts. He’s gracious and wants to know everything about her and she’s all to happy to comply. When the wine is poured she opens up about her life more and more. He is enthralled with her and hangs on every word. Her courage is up and her mind at ease; Kevin was everything she wanted and more. She could picture herself on the back of his motorcycle or walking into the clubhouse after golf. Wait until he sees me play!

After an intoxicating lunch, two hours later, did we really talk that long? They head out to the valet. She hands her tag to the attendant. Is Kevin getting his car,too she wonders? No. He’s got to make a couple of calls and they accommodate him at the bar. He will leave a bit later. Great. Fine. He wants to set another date and promises to call; he really enjoyed her company and wants to spend more time. Practically swooning she glides behind the wheel of her car. The smile stuck on her face is immobile. Wait until she tells her silly jealous friends.

Kevin returns to the restaurant until he’s certain she’s pulled away. Then he quickly exits and heads for the subway. His car is not exactly road worthy and besides that he can’t afford the gas. He gets back to his apartment just in time to catch the super putting an envelope under the door. Final notice. Oh boy. He’s got 30 days, 60 at best, to clear out. He better score an exit strategy soon. Today’s prospect was the best he’s had in months, and he couldn’t afford to keep hunting. He needed to move in for the kill sooner than later. His plan started to take shape based on the information he was able to extract over lunch. She was desperate; she was ready. He might have to escalate the schedule; the walls were closing in on him. He needed this to work.

She got home on cloud nine. The afterglow from her lunch was like a warm sweater wrapping her in a cozy embrace. It was her time to get a lucky break. Good things should be coming her way after years of struggling alone. She’s done well for herself that’s for sure. Owns her own place and enough savings in the bank to retire comfortably. But a guy like Kevin would be the icing on the cake. She was busting to share her extraordinary day with everyone. She’s not worried about jinxing it; this was real just like she had been dreaming about. I hope he calls again soon!

Kevin had to fabricate a story to get around his current situation. He couldn’t let her see his car or where he lived. But he needed to keep the plan moving and not waste any time. He called her that night to keep the fire burning; what a stroke of luck that they met … she was the person he had envisioned …. never thought he could open the door again … it was love at first sight. She lapped it all up. As he continued the call he pushed more and more. This was going to be easy. Dinner the next night; he would pick her up. How much credit did he have left on that credit card? That would determine the venue.

She was so excited she could hardly breathe. This was real and it was happening fast. Kevin felt the same as her. Maybe by the weekend they would head up to his retreat with Milo. Walking the dog, a romantic meal with wine in front of a roaring fire. Start the check list: nails, waxing, outfit inventory maybe a few good bottles of wine (to show how classy I am). He’s going to love it and he’ll be hooked.

Kevin arrives at the door with a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine. If dinner goes well there will be a nice night cap. She giggles. He leads her to the car and explains before she can size up the old model Chrysler, that it’s his neighbours beater; his car had a warranty recall by the dealer and their loaners were all out (you know, everyone bringing their car in at the same time due to recall). Plausible. She laughs; Murphy’s Law. For sure; forgive the humble ride, dinner will make up for it.

It’s a nice restaurant. Certainly not the high end like lunch. But rustic and inviting with the promise of good food. The owner mans the door and greets Kevin by name. This must be the beauty you were telling me about. She laughs and says she likes it here already. This is going well. She has no idea that the owner is a poker friend of Kevin’s and that many an all-nighter were held in the private event room adjacent. Kevin’s called in a favour and the service is VIP. She’s in for a show and it’s got to work.

Over dessert they agree to enjoy the wine back at her place. He doesn’t want the evening to end. She immediately agrees. They drive back to her place and she serves the wine. Kevin leans in for a kiss. He knows he’s an exceptional lover; his exes have told him if it wasn’t for his skills in the sack they would have pulled the plug a lot sooner. Kevin feels the vibe; he’s taking the next step and it’s a risk he can’t afford to lose.

He tells her his place is being renovated and shows her photos of some house in an old neighbourhood. The permits are approved and they’re getting ready to start the demo. He’s really sorry but he’s moving to his weekend retreat until further notice and he’s devastated that it will curtail their blossoming romance. He would have her to the retreat but his best friends son is staying there temporarily and there’s only one bathroom. Not the place you’d take a lady. He’s moving out at the end of his internship in a month or so. He can see her wheels turning. She’s buying it. More wine. More kissing.

I have an idea she says. Why don’t you stay with me. I have a perfectly good spare room and a second bathroom. We are both adults here. Let’s call it a trial run and see where it takes us.

Bingo.

I’m a self-proclaimed student of the human condition. It’s fascinating to observe interaction between us and how personalities and relationships interact. I had myself a very intriguing subject. And I wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass.

I always knew there was something a bit odd about her but she was the life of the party and hard to resist. She lit up a room with her vibrant aura (not to mention her vivacious wardrobe and accessories!) and her funny stories riddled with cuss words and gestures. In a way she was a magnet. Always drawing attention to herself in a humorous and flamboyant manner.

But she had a dark side. Every now and then you’d catch a glimpse of a shadow of sadness and anger. It came and went in a flash so you were never certain or able to pinpoint it. Most of the time it was laughing (a bit too loudly?) and joking (forced?). And that’s the image she wanted us all to see. Fun. Independent. Happy go lucky.

In mixed company she was the flirt. She challenged everyone to find her a date. Yet in girl groups she made single life sound like the best thing. She had been married a couple of times, after all; she should know, right? Guys thought she was funny but most were able to see through her facade and joked about her. Men have a different filter on their perspective I think; their bs meter is a bit more acute than a female’s and they don’t read into things. They’re black and white where we are gray.

Men would say she’s fun but flaky; tough but vulnerable; flirty but unavailable; independent but needy. She was a dichotomy of the female condition. What was the true story? I needed some facts and information.

Her relationship with family was a challenge. Her grown children were distant and aloof. Her siblings were, essentially, persona non grata. It was the relationship with her mother that was most telling and perplexing. Once I met her mother it was clear that their friction was due to their similarities. They were so alike it was mind boggling. In order to know the daughter I would have to study the mother.

Her early years were unremarkable; she was your average country girl. But her family was well off and they had a very nice lifestyle. Like many young girls of that era she was expected to find a suitable partner, get married and have children. And she did. Her chosen partner was not well to do but he had a steady job with a decent income and he provided for the family. She stayed home to raise the children and keep the house. They had a good circle of fellow country friends and often socialized as a group. But like many young couples who transitioned immediately from high school to family/work/responsibilities the pressure was high and the resentment caused anger. A dad that just wanted to come home after a hard days work was faced with a houseful of kids and a frustrated wife. It’s a recipe for disaster if you don’t have a means to cope.

There was always a home made meal on the table and lots of other made in house items such as clothing and crafts and preserves. It was a way to pass the time and save money. And saving money was a common theme that passed down the generations. My theory is, for families who strive to get ahead but always hit a road block, that they resent having kids. They think of how simpler and more enjoyable life would be without the extra everything (time, money, responsibility etc) that having kids means. Most parents I’m sure have this notion but keep it private or between the sheets, while others vocalize and transfer it to the kids. Knowingly or not their resentment penetrates the psyche and settles in the subconscious. That was the first layer of the wall; a layer of protection to a child that really wanted to be cuddled and loved.

The mother wasn’t warm and fuzzy. She was demanding and competitive especially with her daughter. I think having your husband showing any love or affection towards another woman (their daughter or mother) strikes a jealous nerve. Perhaps that’s where Daddy’s Girl comes from? Nonetheless the kids grew up and were expected to leave the nest as soon as possible. That’s a good plan: we do our job raising kids then we launch them into the world and carry on our single life that we loved. And that’s what happened. Even though the daughter wanted to get a post secondary education it was not supported. Why would a girl need a degree? She’s just going to get married and have kids anyway? What a waste of precious money.

So the kids get launched but the daughter defiantly goes to school. The others scatter in the wind happy to be on their own. The parents are alone and they like it. The daughter realizes she’s on her own too. She wasn’t ready to be launched and she’s afraid and lonely. It was the second layer of the wall; the hard protective shell is starting to form. She’s alone and feeling unloved. She forces herself to put on a brave face and a smile. Just like her mom did.

Done with school. Now what. Career? Family? In no time she is attracted to the man who shows attention and love to her. She’s never been with a man; her mother had successfully drilled the repercussions into her head. But this man (who is really a boy) sweeps her off her feet and in no time they are planning a wedding and a wedding night to remember.

Planning the fairytale wedding is many a girls dream. The process of getting every detail right (amenities, venue, flowers, attire, food, photos) and on budget is a feat. The daughter and parents unite in purpose; the love and attention are intoxicating. This is the best thing ever. Once the plans are executed and the wedding over, what happens to the fairytale? Is it over too?

The wedding night is full of expectation and pent up emotion. This act of all consuming love and adoration is the final touch. The piece de resistance. The hoopla and crowds left behind now it’s time for a meeting of mind and body as one. An act of love so profound that it defies reality. But in this case it was not to be. The man child was not prepared for the emotional avalanche and the bride was painfully ill prepared for the reality of the matter. It was clumsy and mechanical. It was a means to an orgasm for him and a basket of let down for her. This was her life now. Dedicated to this man and the family they would create. It was a devastating realization. And another crusty layer formed. This one to allow personal invasion without reciprocal pleasure.

After having children the grim state of affairs was evident. He still had his friends and fun while she was to be happy at home with the children. Why couldn’t she be content to cook, clean and sew? This was the generation of equal rights for women. But they didn’t marry men raised by that same standard. They married men who grew up in households like her: mom minds the house and family while dad provides the means financially. It wasn’t that simple anymore. Now she had a husband that couldn’t love her the way she needed. Children who depended on her. Parents who had moved on without her. She was entirely alone again.

Mustering all of her bravado she soldiered on to try and be the everything mom. Kids. Career. Home. Independent. And in doing so forgot that she was married. She alienated her man child. He wanted some of her super powers but she had none left to give. By choice. Now her fierce shell coating is in place. She doesn’t need anyone to make her happy; she will make herself happy. Alone.

The divorce is bitter. Financially she takes a beating ; she’s done well for herself and he’s determined to get his share. Her children are caught in the middle of her ego and his outrage. Her parents refuse to get involved in any way: physically or emotionally or financially. She made her bed after all. This was her mess entirely. Now she has all the confirmation she needs. She is firmly alone and the master of her own destiny. Happiness and love have abandoned her. No. They have eluded her; they were never there at all. She had learned to fake happiness and would have to continue to do just that.

Somewhere, though, in her thought patterns and interacting with other moms or coworkers, she opened the door a crack to another relationship. Others seem to enjoy an active love life. Others have partners who engage and reciprocate in all areas of the marriage. Maybe I chose wrongly. It sure would be great to have a partner in my life to share things with.

But there was a catch. Her idea of perfect partner was someone ambitious who would financially take half (or more) of the burden. He would be a strong meaningful mentor to her kids. He would sweep her off her feet romantically. Oh. He would also be tall and devastatingly handsome. And his mother would be dead. There was no consideration to what she would bring to the table. It was all about her. What was best for her. It was a new theme in her selfish life. If she was going to look out for number one she was going all out.

Instead she met a man who had a steady job and life. He made practical sense for her. She needed to adjust her list of must haves to accommodate her present situation as a single parent. The best way her ex had to hurt her was to ignore her and the kids; shows the caliber of man she chose as her life partner. Working and parenting were not compatible and she needed help. She quickly married the man who could fill the gap. He promised to take care of her and her kids and she thought that’s what she needed. It didn’t work. He forgot to tell her that her side of the bargain was to be a good wife. He wanted the fun loving (fake) girl he met at work. What he got was the bitter physically drained and emotionally vacant single mother with a suit of armour.

That’s that. Number two bailed out. It was likely mutual since no one’s expectations were being met. Back to single. Back to fake happiness. Trudge on and see what happens. At least until the kids launch. Then she would work on the partner thing again. Maybe.

The kids move on. She’s alone again. Her girlfriends are either married or committed. Except for a few. She analyses her situation and decides she doesn’t really need a spouse; she needs a roommate. Someone to split costs with and go to the odd event with. A companion with no other strings attached. It’s a eureka moment for her. She has found the perfect solution to her current problem. Except she can’t find anyone to share the concept. All her single girl friends are actively seeking mates. She neglects to notice that they are all on number two (or want to be) but she’s been there done that already. They aren’t entirely jaded and crusty. However, this fabricated let down by her friends has only solidified her resolve. She was in it only for herself from here on.

So that’s where we find her today. Alone. Afraid. And in a stage of her life when she has both time and money. Her own self imposed limitations and restrictions are preventing her from happiness. And finding someone to share it with. Her friends for the most part have moved on happily with their partners. Her family is scattered and fragmented. There’s a very important lesson to be learned from this lady: treat others as you would be treated; honour their contributions to your life and choose (not fake) happiness.

Every year Florida pays homage to the strawberry at their annual Strawberry Festival in Plant City near Tampa. http://www.flstrawberryfestival.com/

We decided to go this year and went with another couple. I had spoken to a few people who recommended different things about the fair. Basically it’s a midway, food stalls, animal shows and vendors of all descriptions. New gel insoles anyone? It reminded me immediately of the CNE. Of course fairs are only great in good weather and Florida has that covered. Unlike the CNE however parking was $5 in designated lots and getting there was a breeze since it’s a small town. Entry to the fair was $10 each.

As we walked up to the gates (literally across the road from where we parked) we could smell the greasy aromas wafting around. I could sense a corn dog in my future. We entered the gates which were manned by friendly seniors as so many things in the area are (supply and demand). The first thing you see is a bright red information booth where more seniors cheerfully hand out maps and schedules. Armed with highlighters they point out where you are and where the show stoppers are.

We’re off. Within a few feet we are lured into a cooking show where Chef Charlie is peddling cookware while he tells corny jokes. Here’s one: where do cows go for entertainment? The moooo-vies! Groan. He tried hard to sell us a set of amazing lifetime guaranteed pots and pans. Nope. Sorry. Moving on. We would like to see the pig races. My guess is they were running from being turned into bacon …. groan. Charlie has rubbed off on me. In spite of the great map we could not find the pigs. But we did find: corn dogs. Yes please! It was delicious 😋

It was sheer luck that the corn dog booth was next to the dog trick area. So we wandered in. This demonstration was put on by a group of trainers who rescue dogs. Awww. They were adorable and super agile. It was an impressive show. We moseyed on to the trampoline demonstration. Here four young men were showing their bouncing acumen and their sense of humour. Their high flying show was fun to watch.

My friend had spotted a woven basket display and wanted to go back to look more closely. We ran by in hot pursuit of racing pigs earlier and never stopped to inspect. These hand woven and hand dyed baskets from Ghana are very unique and colourful. My friend buys two. And a hat. Now she’s ready for the deep fried cheesecake she spotted earlier. Anyone else? They agree to share and she comes to the table with an oozing plate of fried cheesecake topped with cherry and butterscotch sauces. They dig in. Their facial expressions says it all: nirvana.

We round out our culinary delights with a hand dipped glazed donut from Peacheys https://www.amishbakingco.com/ This was one of the recommendations and I can see why. The warm soft dough melted in your mouth. Yummy.

Our sense of direction was keen and we were able to exit the fair right at the car park. It was a fun few hours. But we had one more stop to make: Parkridges Farm Market (another recommendation) for their famous strawberry shakes. https://www.parkridgefarmersmarket.com/ For $2.75 each we had large fresh strawberry shakes that were cheek-sucking thick and full of seeds. The perfect way to end a fun day.

When people think of Florida they think of beaches and ocean salt waters. And of course Disney. What doesn’t usually come to mind is freshwater lakes. That’s exactly what we decided to explore yesterday.

Central Florida is home to the Chain of Lakes water ways. There are over 50 lakes touching in and around Winter Haven and 24 are connected by canals and a lock. We decided to check it out first hand after our cycling excursion on the Chain of Lakes trail took us over a couple of canals. We boarded an eight seater pontoon boat at the Harbourside Restaurant. https://www.harborsidefl.com/

Our friendly guide, Tristan, helped us onto his boat (actually his parents but he offers tours while on college breaks) for the two hour tour operated by Living Water Boat Tours https://www.livingwatercruises.com/

The starting point is on Lake Shipp and we pull away from the dock to enter the first canal taking us to Lulu Lake. We will see 5 of the lakes in 2 hours and realize you need way more time to do the entire chain justice. Along the way Tristan points out various wildlife and other interesting tidbits. We pass a ball diamond that abuts the canal and was home to MLB spring training in the past but know hosts college tournaments which was happening when we rolled by. LEGO land is another tourist attraction in the area and they feature a water show which we passed.

There are waterskiing schools around the lakes and we were treated to an impromptu performance by a wake boarder. Being a Monday the lakes were fairly untraveled. I was amazed at the depth of the water (very shallow in some cases) as we passed under bridges and had anyone been standing they would have been knocked over. There were no glaring signs pointing out the obvious and thought of all of the crazy signs in Canada hoping to save people from their own stupidity.

We saw an alligator lounging lazily on a decrepit dock. He paid no attention to us as we cruised up to his perch for a closer look. He was accompanied by a feathered friend who clearly wasn’t worried that he’d make a nice dinner. The lakes teemed with other fowl. And fishermen in their boats were enjoying the catch. Some of the lakes are spring fed so they are clear while others are murky and menacing.

According to Tristan, who grew up on the lakes, and lives there to this day, there is plenty of swimming and water activities in the summer. There are numerous restaurants that can be accessed by boat. Because of his familiarity, we were also privy to quaint highlights such as the home of his prom date. Very cute. He pointed out the home of an Olympic swimmer and showed us his practice routine. There was a (slightly dodgy looking now) private pool built in the shape of Florida which was used as an advert to attract men to enlist. Apparently the owner took photos of attractive young ladies posed around the pool and offered a visit to military men upon return from war.

We ended the tour back at the restaurant where enjoyed a delicious seafood lunch at the waters edge. There are definitely plans to return. Maybe on our own boat with Captain Crunch at the helm. Anything’s possible.

Bon voyage!

On one of our first dates (circa 1987) Rudy invited me to his bachelor pad for dinner. When I got to the door he invited me in and offered me a seat on a (dodgy) sofa and a glass of wine. He had a glass too but his glass didn’t match. I was on alert. He excused himself to go into the kitchen; there was no “open concept” so I couldn’t see what he was up to but I knew he was making dinner. I peaked in to see him stirring a pot; the red sauce simmering and splattering. It was the first of many future dinners.

The meal was delicious. There was more wine and the sparks were flying like the tomato sauce spitting on the stove. We were making a connection that would last a lifetime.

Over the next few months we continued to explore our relationship and I met his parents. At first I was a bit shocked at their humble home in the east end of Hamilton. But the warm welcome inside assuaged any misgivings. The welcome wasn’t the only warm thing in the home; the kitchen was definitely the hot spot if this abode. Rudy’s mom was a great cook. Her tiny rustic kitchen was bustling with aromas and activity. What was that delicious familiar smell? Tomato sauce.

At that moment I made up my mind about two things:

1. Rudy most likely didn’t make the sauce he served for dinner on that first date.

2. I would never be able to compete with the culinary skills on display at 147 Glow.

Over the years I would enjoy many a feast in that tiny kitchen. Surrounded by people who were as real as their food. That red sauce made an appearance at many of the meals in various forms. And on too many occasions to count a doggy bag was offered and taken. The sauce was legendary.

Alas, Rudy’s mom slowed down the last few years and the kitchen was mostly idle. There were so many gourmet treasures that would be lost forever. No one would ever replace the unique flavours of Rudy’s mom. Her cooking was one of a kind. Since she’s been gone we’ve often reminisced about the things we miss most. She had the Polish/Italian fusion down to a T.

Rudy has sampled many a pierogie (another of his faves) but none are alike. It’s a labour intensive operation. Every now and again he can venture to Toronto where a specific restaurant fits the bill. And a few Italian restaurants have decent sauce. But none are as good as grandmas.

For some reason (actually, the reason is I needed a frozen block for my groceries to tackle the Florida heat) I bought a slab of ground beef recently. I ask Rudy if he wants chilli or stuffed peppers. Or, I venture, we could make meatballs and sauce. What has come over me?? After all these years I suggest the taboo sauce. Rudy immediately says sauce and meatballs. Ok. Here we go.

In order to avoid the red sauce dilemma I have always made a garlicky oil sauce or pesto. I leave the tomato sauce to the pros. I googled a few recipes and have found an easy Italian plan. We pick up a few necessary ingredients from the store (crushed tomatoes and tomato paste) I have everything else on hand. It’s not a complex list. Rudy agrees to help me. He’s the only one who can operate the ridiculous electric can opener. He also minces the onion and garlic while I make the daily phone call to the parents. The sauce is simmering. We are trying to avoid the red splatter. I’m having flashbacks. And it’s great. I ask Rudy if we have added everything and he thinks so but his mom may have added sugar too. That’s something we don’t have. We carry on.

Rudy mixes the meat concoction. More onions. Bread soaked in milk. An egg. Very simple and basic. I roll the meat into balls. We broil the meatballs for several minutes. When the first batch comes out Rudy is the sampler. He tests a meatball and sauce. Yes, he says, it’s very good. We finish our next batch of balls, add some to the simmering sauce and freeze the rest. We plan on having the finished product for lunch the next day.

On our way home the following day we analyze the lunch plans. We will get the sauce simmering again and boil some noodles. I will make a side salad. Our taste buds are jumping in anticipation.

When the food is served we are both like kids at Christmas. Will the results be as expected?

Drum roll please.

All I can say is “YUM”. Rudy’s mom would be so pleased with our efforts. We dig in and savour every bite. As we eat we think of all of the other purposes for tomato sauce and our excitement builds. Then we laugh and wonder what took us so long to make this eureka discovery. I guess the time was right.

Or as Rudy’s mom used to say: the spirit moved us.

Bon appetite! Thanks for the memories Grandma ❤️