Friday, March 02, 2007

Mrs. NORDquist

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  • Dear Julie,

    I am so happy to have found you!  You brought much joy to my life despite the few times we ever met.  I’m sorry to have to tell you that Mrs. Nordquist is no longer with us.  One of those surprise snowstorms near the end of Winter ‘03 caught her on icy roads late one night.  She did not crash, though; my sweet was too smart for that.  She parked, deciding to wait for the machines to come and scratch out the ice and leave it salty.  She fell asleep there on the side of the road and never woke up.  They told me she basically cooled too slowly to notice and died painlessly from hypothermia.  She had called and explained to me that she wouldn’t drive on such ice.  Boy was she a stubborn woman.  I told her many times that it would eventually kill her - that stubbornness.  So now I’m one of those rare widowers, lonely but free, chasing what used to be little girls.  But I digress…

    I remember the exact story you just told because Mrs. Nordquist was tickled by your solution to the puzzle she gave you.  When she explained it to me, she said you used the word “boogers” so naturally and without shame… And that part is missing from your story.  I’ve come to appreciate her embellishments, and if you really didn’t use that word, I’m sure that she was merely portraying to me your boldness.  Use of the word “boogers” by a young child became a theme around which Mrs. Nordquist and I found many moments of joy and nostalgia through the years.  So I wonder if it is you or she that changed the facts in your respective tellings of the booger desk.  But don’t tell me.  I’ve decided that not knowing preserves something about both of you that has always been precious to me.

    That reminds me… that boy Mark… His last name was Viau, right?  He’s my proctologist now.  On more than one occasion I’ve had to bite my tongue to avoid embarrassing him with the story of his boogers and the punishment that everyone in his grade three class understood.  Everyone except him.  Perhaps he’s less fragile than I imagine.  Perhaps I’ll catch him up on my next visit.

    So… care to have dinner with a lonely old man?

    Mr. Nordquist

    Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)  on  03/09  at  02:06 AM
  • Dear Mr. NORDquist,

    I can’t tell you what it means to me to finally achieve closure on what has obviously been… well, not to put too fine a point on it… on Mrs. NORDquist.  I am glad that she didn’t suffer, although I can’t say that I’m sorry that…ah, never mind. 

    I would suggest that another trip to Egypt might not go amiss. 

    Personally, I haven’t laughed so hard in eighteen months, as I have since reading your most helpful letter. 

    I was wondering if you might be able to provide a way in which I could get in touch with Mark?



    Posted by julianyway  on  03/09  at  03:13 AM
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