I remember after Kimmy was born, she attended her first birthday party when she was four days old. I've never been one to sit on my haunches, so today was quite busy in that I fed Tamigotchi before heading off to a doctor's appointment. When I got home from the doctor's appointment, I did a few things, fed Tamigotchi again and then a friend called over to pick me up.
We drove across to Kedron, which is northside of Brisbane, to Edsco, an educational resource centre and spent time browsing, dreaming and yes, buying resources. Then we came back home. I fed Tamigotchi his next feed and then my friend and I headed to Gumdale to have lunch together and meet up with another friend for coffee. Everything went smoothly and Tamigotchi happily ate regularly. It's amazing what you can fit into your day once you set your mind to it.
Later on, after I'd returned home and my friend had left, I fed Tamigotchi again, did a few more jobs so that I could be on time for some IT/Pronto training at church. The volunteers who work in the Resource Centre were to come at 5:30pm for more training on the cash registers and the Pronto program for sales, etc. Someone was coming from Hillsong Sydney, a guru in the Pronto system to help bring us all up to speed.
After training, I left to drive over to Milton where I was to meet Ian. We had been invited out to dinner. Tonight would prove to be interesting because Tamigotchi would be due for a feed at 9:30pm - probably just after dessert. This meant that he would travel with me in the car and I had had to pack a thermos and everything he would need for his feeding time.
I parked the car in McDougall Road, Milton, (just off Park Road), where we were eating at the restaurant. We met up with our friends and Ian's son, 'Pud' and we went to Embers, because they cook great steaks there.
Sure enough, soon as I'd finished dessert, it was time to go back to the car to feed Tamigotchi. Well, I didn't think too much about this as I walked to the car, but then a scenario began to unfold into a surreal image. Picture this: (not all things are as they seem)
A woman - alone, walks the semi-deserted street and turns down a dark road that leads to a car. She flicks the remote to unlock the doors. She opens the back door, reaches in and pulls out a basket that is covered with a towel. She shuts the door and walks around to the passenger side of the car, opens the door and climbs into the darkness.
She rests the basket on the driver's side seat and reaches up to push on the overhead reading light. A small light spills into the dark space. The woman sits for a moment and begins to extract utensils from a plastic bag; a thermos, a cup, a syringe and heats up the contents in the syringe. She reaches over and gently lifts out a small pouch from the basket and unloops the rubber band from the top of the pouch. She lifts out the small bundle of fur and positions the syringe, while the little furball begins to suck happily.
This all seems innocent enough when you actually know what is happening. But as the woman, (namely me) sat doing all those things, I suddenly became very conscious of what this all might look like to an outside observer who could only see part of the picture. It made me feel quite uncomfortable and a tad 'guilty'. It was the weirdest feeling because I was, in reality, doing something very innocent, but the situation of where I was doing it and the impression of what I may have been doing, made me feel really weird. It is something I had never even thought about until I was actually in the situation. It is hilarious to think this, for those who know me, but when I got back to the restaurant and shared this weird 'experience' with my friends, they all saw the funny side and had a bit of laugh about it. Crazy times.
However, even for the dodgy part of the night, we all had a wonderful time sharing a tasty dinner with good company. And, everything worked out well. Tamigotchi enjoyed his dinner and we did too. No one missed out anything. And I didn't get 'busted' for doing what could have looked like to any passerby - 'drugs'. I just think I've got a wild imagination, that's all.
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