I heard bumping and thumping at my front door the other night. A hard knock at the door followed. My body was frozen with exhaustion and I thought-if it is a friend in need they will really bang at the door and if it is someone to murder me- well then at least I won’t have to get up to answer the door.
They went away and I fell asleep.
The next morning I found a large veggie smack dab in the middle of my doorstep. It was our mascot from the annual girl’s weekend in Haliburton we do every October.
As I run a business out of my home, I felt I needed to remove it as to not discourage parents from leaving their impressionables with me. My house is like a war torn country right now (11th hour reno term of endearment) and has no present flat surface for large mascots so I put it in my car.
There have been many articles written over the years on how a cucumber is better than a man.
I don’t know what they mean by that but all I know is that this was a wonderful companion, never disagreed with me and let me do all the talking.