Day 7 of December

Where to start??
It has been a very relaxing week for me. Today was one of those dododododo days. I was asked to help out at a Shoppers Drug Mart in the NW with the card change over from Christmas to Valentine's Day. My sister Robin met me there to get an idea of what it is that has me memorized for a couple of hours a day. While we were putting up cards, this distinguished gentleman with long gray hair and gray beard walked by us. Without looking at Robin, I turned to get a better look, and before the guy got a foot away from me I said "Excuse me, would your name be Mr. Olsen - Mr. Olsen from King George Elementary and Junior High?" With a startled look in his eye - he answered yes. Now we are talking 37 - 39 years ago that Mr. Olsen was a "hot" teacher in our junior high class. He taught the special needs class and the art classes. I even had the nerve to ask him how come he couldn't remember me - even if he did teach over 1,000 in his teaching career. After a bit of ongoing reminicing, he mentioned he was actually having lunch tomorrow with two other teachers from King George - coincidence - only if that means "It was meant to be!" I introduced him to Robin, because she also went to King George, but three years earlier than I. We said our good-byes and then I turned to Robin, and although she didn't speak out, she too thought she recognized the gentleman as Mr. Olsen. We starting chatting, and I told her I should have mentioned to Mr. Olsen that all the girls in Junior High had a crush on him. I think Robin was glad I didn't. Then Mr. Olsen returned to find out my name - first and last, so he could mention it to the teachers at his lunch. Without hesitation, I told him that all the junior high girls had a crush on him. I think he blushed and I didn't quite hear his comment. After he left again, Robin gave me a jab on the arm. Maybe she was blushing too. My only thought was, really I haven't seen the guy in how many years, when will I see him again. It wasn't until I was driving home when I realized, he must be in his 60's now, or even older. But when we were in school he was old then (maybe it was his distinguished gray hair and mustache back then - and did I mention he was hot)!!! Even as I write it now, it brings a smile to my face. He is an artist now, Glen Olsen, http://www.glennolson.net/about.html, check out his website if you get a chance. A very inspirational man then and now!
So came home and cleaned up a bit; then it was time to pick up Patrick from soccer coaching. I guess my mom duties were just on hold. Off to meet Robin, Alisa and Miss Caylee for some supper at Boston Pizza - nothing like a little Caylee time (and Alisa time - cause she reads this) to finish off the day.
Still smiling!
Stacey