It's Off To Work We Go

I left the apartment early to wait for the bus. Which didn't come. But a woman i take the bus with came out and confirmed our route wasn't running. Transit is running on a limited service and had i checked the website i would have seen that i could have walked 3 or 4 blocks and taken a number 10. Anyway she and i and a third person took a cab to the harbour ferry and came across that way. I can get home via the 10 and walk in a few blocks. May have to do the same tomorrow.

Anyway, it's good to be back to work. Now if i can just remember where i left off...


Really nice obituary in the paper for Leo this morning. We have a tradition here of putting longer obits in, mentioning the person's profession usually, sometimes things like their activities, always predeceased by and survived by of course. They can be quite interesting and are usually a little window into the person they were. Some are quite long and elaborate. I'm not sure if my mother wrote it or if his late companion's daughter wrote it. I know my mom has been consulted on the arrangements by the other woman who is the executor.

Babies don't care about blizzards

Since nobody else around here has mentioned it, the biggest
story from the blizzard was how they got one woman who was in
labour to the waiting ambulance. She was having her fourth child
which looked to be on it's way very quickly. They called 911
because their street had not yet been plowed and was impassable
to vehicles. They were told to prepare for a home birth but the
call did send the RCMP and an ambulance which couldn't get up
the street. They comandeered a front end loader who toddled up
the street to the house. Then they loaded the woman into the
bucket of the front end loader, padded her with coats and a
blanket and gingerly transported her to the waiting
ambulance!!! She got to the maternity hospital and gave
birth 7 minutes later!!!!

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Am taking Wednesday off for the funeral, i mentioned that earlier. Didn't realize that i could actually have the whole week off as a grandfather counts in the familiy members that allow us to take that much time as compassionate leave. I wouldn't feel right about it though, not in this case. Mom, my uncle Bill and Mary's daughter all contributed to the obituary and Mom used a bit of what i had written about him the other day in the eulogy that she's going to give at the service. :) She read it to me over the phone and i suggested a phrase change that she asked about. She said it was hard to write about someone who really kept himself to himself, kept himself emotionally distant most of the time. Not that he was "distant", as Mom said, he taught them all how to do stuff like riding bikes and skating and taught them life stuff, usually over a game of cards. But, as i told someone here, he wasn't the kind of grandad that had you on his knee telling you stories. We always called him Leo, or "Unc" when we were small.

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My fashe ish schtill frozhen.

Heart of Glass?

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yabbut.. ... crystal shatters.

Ouch

You know, it's not the actual dental work that hurts. It's where they have jammed your gums with metal things, and stabbed your cheek and the roof of your mouth with needles and pressed your jaw open for 2 hours slobbering into a rubber cover over your lips.