Around 4 o’clock this morning (when I disturbed my peaceful sleep to “check the children “) I noticed a message suggesting something involving Amazon was wrong with my credit card. I instinctively deleted the message, while confirming my suspicion it was a scam. Six hours later when I decided to get up, I received an email from Bank of Montreal advising there may have been suspicious activity on my card, recommending I call the bank to discuss. I ended speaking with a woman stationed in the Philippines. What I imagine to have been no more than an abundance of caution she terminated my credit card, with a replacement to follow by mail. I noted it on my electronic calendar.

Subsequently attempting to remove the old credit card from a Bell Canada preauthorized payment and replacing it with another card took several frustrating attempts before accomplished.

Having recovered from this anxiety-driven awakening to the world, I thankfully undertook a relieving tricycle ride. I had almost completed my 3.98 Kms jaunt about the neighborhood when I was approached by M. Gerald Bédard, an 84 year old resident of the area. He was on a tricycle too. He launched us into a discussion of tricycles. His was larger than mine, fatter tyres, what appeared to be more buttons. He informed me as well that his name “Jerry” actually began with a “G” because his Christian (Catholic as he emphasized) name was Gerald. He was born into a Francophone family in Sudbry