I Saw David Again.

I’ll have you know that it’s precisely 9:00 p.m. on Saturday night and I had no intention of writing a post for Sunday but then I decided to quickly write a really short post so I just hope you aren’t expecting anything great because you’re not going to get it.  What you will get is run on sentence. 

Before we get to David, a brief synopsis of how the rest of my week has gone. Fine. My week has been fine. Actually, our city got shoved into the next highest COVID category which wasn’t very fine. 

I’m no authority but I would make a bet that we’re shut down completely again within the length of time it takes to move your clothing from the washer into the dryer – which translates to approximately 2 weeks for me which is why sometimes I smell musty.

That means ZOOM Christmas. In other Christmas news, I went to Dollarama today and managed to leave without buying any tacky-yet-comforting cheap Christmas chachkas. I left only with a salt shaker, the only 3 packages of fire starters left in the city and cheesecloth.  And yes, I do make my own fire starters, but I like to have some of these on hand.

Now what were we talking about? That’s right, David.



When last we met, I had made my new friend David. If you haven’t met David yet, you’d better go read this post first. As you know, I had big plans to give him a few logs to chop.  I rethought those plans. The truth is I’m out of kindling and have been so busy that I haven’t had time to chop any. I thought if my new friend hinted that he needed something to do I’d have him chop kindling because – I really do need it and really don’t have time to do it.

So I watched out the window. I’d check out the front door. I wasn’t obsessive about it but I did do it every 7.5 minutes for 168 hours. No dice.  My new friend had disappeared into the wind – or maybe into one of the many superhero sized piles of leaves I haven’t raked up. 

Then this morning as I was walking to my car to get groceries (one of the few things we’re still able to do) up walks David.

We met in the exact same spot we encountered each other before and had a talk again.  David is the perfect conversation companion. We are interested in the same things, we hold similar opinions, and he doesn’t stand and talk for hours. 

The conversation headed towards wood immediately because it is the fibre that bonds us. He asked if I’d been having fires and I said, Yes, I had actually, now that the temperature has dropped. Here we go. My opportunity I thought.

You know, I haven’t had any kindling though, I haven’t had any time to chop any.   David, as it turns out, had just chopped kindling the day before.  All kinds of it from dry scaffolding wood. David did not offer to chop any kindling for me, lol. 

Which I saw as a good sign. I don’t think David needs to be needed. Or pretend needed. I think David’s life is probably pretty full and happy.  It’s now my opinion that David is just generous. Nice.

After we had exhausted kindling we started talking about fire starters and chimney cleanings. He mentioned he had just picked up a few fire starters at the local hardware store. I told him, I get  mine at Dollarama, that I really like them and they’re safe for chimneys.  David has tried the chimney cleaning logs you can buy and deems them crap. So do I. I told him that I get my chimney cleaned once a year and maybe I should up it to two.

He thought No, once should definitely be enough. I agreed, I thought so too, the only reason I thought I should up it to two cleanings is that I had a terrifying chimney fire one year.  

Oh!  Me too! said David  At 10 o’clock on a Sunday night.

Really?  I blinked.  That’s weirdMe too.  My chimney fire was at 10 o’clock on a Sunday night.

David didn’t seem to think that was as cosmically charged as I did.  

And then he asked, How’s your mom

Ohhhhh David.  Betty is fine, lol.  

She should come for coffee.

But Coronavirus, she can’t! And you aren’t supposed to even let anyone else in your house right now.

We’ll sit outside.

When he saw this probably wasn’t going to happen today we moved onto discussing Trump, the Red Lobster and shopping locally.

After 10 minutes or so we were both done and went our ways. Before leaving, David told me he liked talking to me, that it was a nice break. I told him I liked it too and then I got invited for coffee. Suck on that Betty.

The rest of the today consisted of digging up my dahlia tubers, getting a few groceries, possibly killing my sourdough starter by accident, going to the garden to pick lettuce and as I said, going to Dollarama.

Add in cleaning up the kitchen, washing pots from what I think is probably the entire week and making a coffee and we land here. Now 10 o’clock at night. 

I forgot to mention.  After running around all day, ruining my sourdough starter and lugging in the groceries something caught my eye on my front porch. It was a box.

David had left me a box of kindling.

I emptied the box, left it on the porch and placed 2 of my fire starter packets in it. 

You have yourselves a good remainder of your weekend. Please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors, but I did warn you this wasn’t going to be a very good post.






What I did this Week

Just some of the stuff.




  1. Heidi says:

    OK I’m just saying it would be sad if David and Betty never Met you can’t keep them to yourself. Because really you’re not a selfish person.

  2. Gael James says:

    I love your writing.

  3. TucsonPatty says:

    Karen, I think (as does every one else reading that tale) that David is, and most certainly has been all his entire long life, a true gentleman, and a kind and generous person.
    He sounds like a person any of us would enjoy visiting with, and I hope he continues to drop into your life now and again.
    I loved catching up with David once more. He impressed me greatly with his listening skills: he heard your need and answered it immediately.
    What a joy. Betty doesn’t need him – you do! And so do all of your readers. :)
    P.S. It actually does sound like the beginning of a feel-good holiday movie idea.

  4. Vikki says:

    With so much that is negative nowadays, how nice to meet David. Fix him up with Betty–at his age, he truly is interested in only conversation. Older people get lonely–especially now. As I said before, he is my Hero.

  5. Teddee Grace says:

    David sounds absolutely perfect. I think you have found a true friend. I love the fact that he picked up on the kindling without giving you an inkling.

  6. Julia says:

    Perfect post for a Sunday evening read in front of the fire!!

  7. P says:

    Karen, another vote for a Hallmark movie script about David (plus kindling, sourdough woes & parents). Am often with my 89 yr old Dad who has a love/hate relationship w Hallmark “2 Minute” movies. He often points out to me that the modern Hallmark offerings involve a set script in which the female lead runs away from her love interest and then there is a reconciliation kiss approximately “2 Minutes” prior to the ending. Your script however would have much more interesting plot twists and ironic turns. Thank you for enhancing an otherwise uncertain current world for us Karen.

    • Karen says:

      Your dad has hit the nail on the head with the Hallmark movie. If you pay attention (even in the absolute slightest) you will notice that for whatever reason they meet, generally don’t get along initially, start to get along remarkably well for two people who have only known each other 3 days, have a misunderstanding about 20 minutes before the end of the movie, reconcile 5 minutes before the end and then yes, kiss, 2 minutes before the end. I’m not sure why I don’t write a movie actually, lol. ~ karen!

      • Barb says:

        Hallmark movies are perfect for pseudo-watching whilst knitting a complicated Aran pattern. One gets the gist of the sappy plot and can pay more serious attention at the end whilst stretching the kinks out of ones hands.

      • Cait Pomeroy says:

        AND in a Hallmark script, it begins to snow and the female lead has on something red…usually a coat but sometimes scarf…but always red!

    • m'liss says:

      Always a workaholic young woman & a sensitive guy trying to hold on to his grandpas’ failing Christmas tree farm or old-fashioned ski lodge.

  8. Margot Hayes says:

    After retiring, I discovered I needed dental implants (long story involving the wrong prescription at a very young age). I volunteered annually at our local Coop and they always asked me to come work for them so I figured, “Why not?”. A year of mainly full-time cashier work would pay for the implants and I happen to like the staff and the members…especially if I can keep a cash counter between us. Almost immediately I met a lovely couple who, weekly, came to buy all the stale baked goods, close to sell by date Peanut butter/other fats. They were elderly (eighties) and lived “out a ways” in the country and they LOVED animals. The food all went to keep the local populace fattened for the winter, for spring litters, for summer hunters…You get the idea. One day he came in alone, looking shell-shocked. When I asked what was wrong he said, “She’s dead. I found her dead this morning.” After hugging him and getting him to sit on the bench at the front of the store, he told me he didn’t know where else to go. He hadn’t wanted to tell his son because he was at work and might not drive safely. We convinced him to let us call his son and he went out with his load of stale bread and dated produce, etc. After I decided to retire again, having had many holes drilled in my head and having been fitted with nifty metal pillars (they look a lot like trailer hitches!) that my teeth snap on to, I would run into him at least once a week. I admit to timing my coop visits so that I could see him. We would hug and he would tell me about his latest project, a female bobcat that was looking thin. His order now included meat close to its sell by date. One day he told me he was hand feeding her and that she had brought her kits to meet him. One day he told me it was time for him to go be with his wife. One day, the next week, he wasn’t there anymore. Clare was his name and he was the nicest man I ever met.

  9. Nancy says:

    I’m so glad to hear the happy update on David. Thanks for sharing your stories with us. With the upcoming US Thanksgiving cancelled (elderly parents don’t want to risk visiting with the adult grandchildren). And with all the crazy US election nonsense still going full force where I live, the kindness of two strangers is really heartwarming. Give David our love.

  10. Jan in Waterdown says:

    Sorry Karen, you’re wrong this time.
    It was a good post. A VERY good post.

  11. Terri says:

    I feel like I am reading my new favorite novel. Can’t wait for the next chapter

  12. Jody says:

    Awwww, David…

  13. Mary W says:

    There are plenty of David’s and Karen’s around – I love when I get out of myself and find them. My life is always happier for it and for this blog – thank you ‘my David’.

  14. KimS says:

    What a Sunday morning blessing! Thank you so much for sharing! My mom lives pretty far away from me. She’s 81. I can’t really physically help her right now, but I’m trying to share soup, cornbread, casseroles and baked goods with a couple of my elderly neighbors. I just text them what I’ve got and ask if they’d be interested…if so I run it over to their doorstep! ( always in disposable throwaway containers— here’s looking at you yogurt tubs!)

  15. Deb Wostmann says:

    Ahh Karen, what a heartwarming story and a new friendship seems to have begun. The David stories make my heart happy as does your wicked sense of humor. I do believe Betty just better find her own David so that you don’t have to share yours.

  16. Joe says:

    Funny, this kindness thing. About a year and half ago i read a blog (can’t remember where ) and it suggested the whole world would benefit from kindness. It was basically free of charge. One easy way of showing kindness was to make eye contact and smile at someone. Incredibly powerful. Did this and it worked 99.9% of the time. Obviously, there are other kinds of kindness but, the smile was easy and cool.

    Karen we live near numerous mennonite communities, south of Woodstock Ontario. Mennonites suggested a tin can for cleaning your chimney like the above post ( the zinc in the tin does the job) but not all cans have zinc in them today. One other solution they recommended was to add freshly cut potato peels to your burning fire. Did the later and never experienced a chimney fire.

    • Karen says:

      Potato peels??! ~ karen!

      • Joe says:

        Yes, raw potato peels. After peeling your potatoes just toss them on a burning fire in your fireplace. We did this years ago and we checked our chimney at the end of winter and it was clean. This was recommended to us by a mennonite man. We used to use the tin can system but, as previously mentioned the cans used today may not have as much or any zinc in them. So, we switched to potatoes as it was easier. Hopefully this works. If you decide to try it, please let us know.

        BTW we love the David story also.

  17. Marie-Claude says:

    Love, love, love the David stories!!! There is something so heartwarming and beautiful in it’s simplicity about a tale of 2 unlikely friends striking up a conversation and simply enjoying a nice chat. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!

  18. Linda in Illinois says:

    Karen thank you for the David story. It’s so great to know you have a friend. I’m still waiting for mine.These are some hard times everyone is going through

  19. Lucy Waugh says:

    Love your posts , glad you got another encounter with David . I wanted to tell you about a tip burning wood in a stove a older gentleman gave my husband and I years ago , it was burn tin cans in your wood furnace /stove . There seemed to be something in the tin when it burned that kept creosote from forming or sticking to the insides of the chimney. The nice thing about it is it gets rid you your cans ( except for a occasional ring from the can ) as well as keeps the chimney clean .

  20. Kristen McGinnis says:

    I love your David posts. My favorite by far!

  21. Nina Margo says:

    Karen, this post just massaged my soul. Seems like opportunities for this kind of beautiful connection can be so easily missed these days.Reminds me of the John Prine song “Hello In There”.

  22. Janet says:

    I rarely comment, but I read your every post. You warned this one would not be a good post…it wasn’t good…it was riveting!! So much so it made me take pen to paper and…I mean get on my keyboard and comment. I even read your posts about chicken “back end problems”…and send them to my daughter who has around 50 chickens. And one turkey. Who she bought at the local farm store because the others were picking on her. Now, as thanks, she lays a huge egg almost every day. I think you two would get along. :) You and my daughter, not you and the turkey.

  23. Barb says:

    What a lovely treat on a dull rainy morning! I read your David story while having my morning coffee and smiled. Karen you are the female version of my favourite Canadian story teller, Stuart MacLean. How about writing a screen play for a Hallmark movie. The beginning is already done.

    • Marie-Claude says:

      Love, love, love the David stories!!! There is something so heartwarming and beautiful in it’s simplicity about a tale of 2 unlikely friends striking up a conversation and simply enjoying a nice chat. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!

  24. Diane R. says:

    Love David stories and you too Karen! I’m in Mass. and everything is starting to close down here.

  25. Maryn says:

    Yesssss. Thank you for this wonderful David update! Never wanted to read a post so quickly before haha.

  26. Carrie Anne says:

    From every post I’ve read from you, this is my favorite!
    Last year while I was shopping(before the world flipped upside down) A very elderly woman came up to me and asked me how to prepare the bok choy I was holding.
    From there I learned her families names, where she was from, her favorite foods.
    An hour and a half later we said our goodbyes. She looked at me and said I’m so sorry to have taken up so much of your time. I told her, thank you for allowing me to meet you, I have all the time in the world.
    Kindness doesn’t cost a thing but the feeling of worth and being heard that it gave her is everything. The feeling it gave me is priceless.
    I think of her often as I have not seen her again and hope that she’s doing OK through all this craziness. I wish I had gotten her number now to be sure.
    Any impression I have left on her she has left double on me.
    So go ahead, give that person five minutes of your time….or an hour and a half:) You’ll feel so good!😊

    BTW Karen, I have the exact same wheel barrel. It’s just the perfect size for me and I love it.
    Great taste…..again 👍

    • Karen says:

      It’s a perfect wood hauling wheelbarrow! ~ karen

    • Melissa says:

      Carrie Anne, as I was going through the various comments about Karen’s second encounter with David, I read yours and the tears began flowing. I’m sending love out into the world for you and for the elderly woman. And for David. And Karen.

      And honestly, as campy as it sounds, sending love out toward anyone who stopped here today. I’m grateful for the unexpected moments of beauty and human connection, mine or someone else’s. The ripple effect can’t be understated.

      This post and its comments have filled my heart.

      And I’m reminded I need to check on my elderly neighbor…


  27. Carol says:

    New friendships are particularly delightful now. The tough part, for me, is remembering not to run up and hug David.

  28. leo muzzin says:

    Load bait before arming the mouse trap! LOL Saves fingers!

  29. Jennifer says:

    This David series is giving me life…and hope. I shared the first one today in my weekly Sunday Morning Coffee blog post on Simple Local Life…the message that people want to feel needed…was so true. As I read this…I started thinking…oh…he’s after something…or rather someone…named Betty. 😉 Bless him. I’m glad you have found each other. I look forward to chapter three. 😊 PS. This could be my favourite post of 2020.

  30. Catherine Naulin says:

    Oh Karen ! This is so heartwarming and sweet. Made my (early) morning.
    Thank you for this lovely story, and I AM relieved that David came back. It was something of a let down when we last read about it. Now it’s real: you have a new friend. And these days, friends and being kind to one another is precious indeed.

  31. Grammy says:

    I am up late baking a birthday cake for my son, who will be 55 tomorrow morning. While the cake is cooling, I decided to take a break and check my mail, and whatever passes for news nowadays, and saw that David was back. I’m so happy about that.

    I don’t get the impression from all you’ve said about Betty that she’s looking for a hookup. And if she was, she could find that on her own. But David sounds like such a great guy, it’s lovely that you and he have found one another. Because friends who share your interests and do nice things just because they’re nice people are the best.

    Clearly David needed to meet you. Living through this pandemic is hard on all of us, but it’s much worse for someone who lives alone and doesn’t have someone who regularly calls on the phone or drops by when possible, just to smile through a mask and say “hi”. Imagine what a nice evening he had after meeting you the first time. And he’s not creepy desperate, or he would have been stalking your house all the time after that first pleasant encounter. I hope we get to hear about him again.

  32. Jenny W says:

    Being Kind.
    Always worth the effort.
    You two were supposed to meet for whatever the reason.

  33. ecoteri says:

    THANK YOU for posting so late on a Saturday night, I am reading early on a Sunday morning (no, really, it is just freaking late on Saturday night, it is still Saturday night if I haven’t gone to bed yet, right?)
    I have thought of David a number of times. I like the Hallmark story idea. I love David. This is a great story. a Vignette, as it were. I will now go to bed. because Tomorrow is Sunday. not now, nope, tomorrow..

  34. TRAVIS McNeil says:

    Karen, If I may be so bold, your hatchet head needs to be cleaned. A clean hatchet head reduces friction which tires you out making wood chopping more time consuming. Love your posts. Travis

  35. Emie says:

    There is KINDNESS in the world. I’ve been wondering if there was any left….. TFS These stories mean the world to me.

  36. Sande says:

    Aw and awe! Thank you for sharing David stories with us.
    Are you sure you’re not in a Hallmark holiday movie?

    • Karen says:

      No, because my hair isn’t curled. But if I find out that David is a former surgeon turned artisan Christmas ornament maker, then it IS possible. ~ karen!

  37. Susan says:

    In these unsociable times, the smallest encounters and gestures lift our hearts. We are blessed to have a neighbour who manages to touch us with kindness as well as share big laughs. Towards the end of October, our usual wood supplier had not yet delivered and it was a cold and rainy night. The doorbell rang and there she was with a wheelbarrow heaped to the brim with nicely chopped wood. We were both almost brought to tears in the best possible way.

  38. Rktrixy says:

    Well. Alright. My job at this point would be to babble on incoherently until the male of my attention starts backing away slowly. So whatever you are doing – keep doing it!

  39. Nicole says:

    What happened with the starter?

  40. Angela Cheesmond says:

    Suddenly all is coming right with the Western world (Excepting the pandemic of course). Lovely post. We all need these little acts of kindness. A special Thank You for this post. Xxx

  41. Deb says:

    The best post!

  42. Mary Anne says:

    Okay, these 2 David stories pretty much sums up all that is right in the world. Thanks for sharing. Made my night!

  43. Jorie Kramer says:

    Oh my heart. What a beautiful story from start to finish.

  44. Erin Prohaska says:

    I was about to go to sleep and leave my mail for tomorrow when I saw the David title, who could go to sleep without knowing what happened? For a ‘not very good post’ you made me laugh (as you always do) and warmed my heart! Thank you and stay safe over there! ❤️

  45. Lynn says:

    I liked this post…the first *David* post was such a cliffhanger, and I am relieved. Thanks for this! I’ll sleep better (really! I love your blog – it’s my escape from drudgery, and who knew a chimney could catch on fire?)

    • Karen says:

      David and I knew. ~ karen!

      • Cherie says:

        A few years ago, during a particularly blustery night, the power was out, I was alone and cold. My dearly beloved was a ferry ride away (we lived on a Gulf Island then) and I was in charge of keeping the home fires burning. We had a pretty red Pacific Energy wood stove, BUT, and herein lies the tale, I knew there was something amiss when the chimney was bright red, too. I’d been going on the theory that if a nearly full wood stove was giving off a nice warm heat then a really full wood stove would be even better. WRONG! So I called Dearly Beloved, told him what colour the chimney was and, well after a few well chosen words “You did what? ” being the mildest, he told me to stop putting wood in the stove (heck, even I had figured THAT out) and whatever I did not to go to bed until the chimney was black again. Dang! It was already 10:00 or so and it was for that reason that I had stoked the fire. Yup; I was preparing for bed, instead, I got a book, hunkered down in front of said stove and waited — with the phone handy in case, well, you know, in case I had to phone the local fire department. That could have been embarrassing given that, given we lived on a small island, all the volunteer fire department folks knew me, and, heck, to make matters worse, I was blonde (white now). About midnight I finally dragged my now exhausted bod up to bed, tossed another blanket or two on top of it, prayed for a resumption of power before morning and for the bliss of electric heat.

        • Karen says:

          Your story is coming in just as I’m preparing my house for a possible power outage due to a wind warning, lol. I’ll be sure to keep an eye on the fire. ~ karen!

  46. Em says:

    Fake news, Karen; that was a charming post!

    We had a chimney fire last spring… (9 on a Saturday). Unfun.

    Your new friend is gracious, as is his. (The world could use some gracious.)

  47. Dorothy McCaleb says:

    So glad you have made a new friend. I just hope Betty won’t be jealous!!!

  48. kat mannix says:

    I think David sounds like a gem.

  49. Leah says:

    Omg. I can’t tell you how obsessed I am with David meeting your mother. In fact, I had to stop myself from adding another comment to your first David post, begging you to encourage them to get together (in a safe, socially-distanced manner.) Your running into him and then introducing him to your mother would be like a disjointed meet cute. The box of kindling sealed the deal. I would date David after hearing that – even tho he’s a bit out of my age range.

    We need more David like Saturday Night Live skits need more cowbell.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

  • Seed Starting Calculator

  • About Karen