Day: November 17, 2009
What they don’t say in this article
Yes, old folks are using the internet to get laid.
I have also learned that older people, not having grown up with AIDS, are way less likely to use condoms and thus are actually more likely than younger people to catch an STD from an on line hookup. Women my age are apparently tragically stupid on the subject.
Keith is awesome
He spoke to his G’ma this morning about Dave. Hard to do, and he did it.
And he’s employed – at an optical place just off Kingsway in Burnaby – for a three month contract starting Monday.
And now the trivia
Yesterday’s birthday feast was amazing and wonderful. Brian C., Tom U., Mike and V., Jarmo and Susana, and Jeff, all took me out. I had much beer and several shooters, and so much ‘appetizers’ that when my burger came I ended up staring at it until it was cold. I love my friends with a happiness that bends time and warps space.
Mike gave me a Ralph Steadman / Gonzo skin for my laptop; Jarmo a home made wooden clock that you have to be a genius to tell time with, and Susana gave me Tove Jansson’s Moominvalley in November; a very Finnish gift. All in all a satisfactory and entirely unexpected haul.
There was a bunch of other stuff I wanted to talk about but I think my domestic chores are calling. A dog defecated on the back deck (why? and why SO MUCH?) and somebody, probably Eddie, barfed up all over the dining room table. Nothing like pets to keep you in touch with what is real. And it’s better than brooding.
Oh, and Jeff took me out for breakfast…. and I had a lazy day. Now, to work.
It is with sadness and relief that I relate my woeful tidings
Uncle Dave died this morning. I will always hold him in my heart as a vibrant, somewhat ornery, disciplined, fun, rational person, whom it was an honour to know and a deeper honour to be family with. I see him sitting on the back deck at the Augur Inn, back on 2nd St, laughing and talking and eating and smoking his pipe after a hard day arguing with the walls, or the flooring, or mudding, mudding, mudding. Remember the time he and Paul tried to set fire to the house? … yeah, it’s funny now. I’d be in the kitchen, listening to him and Paul laughing uproariously, and thinking how very happy I was. That’s the image I will hold. So many anecdotes, about his travels, his time with the Princess Pats, his time on the boat in Australia.
I light a candle for Alyssa and D. and the girls, Paige and Chloe. I am thankful beyond words that he died at home with his loved ones around him and I so feel for Alyssa, who took herself to the end of her strength to perform this last office of love. I didn’t cry on the phone with mOm this morning, but I’m sure as hell crying now.
I had breakfast over at Paul and Keith’s so I was there when Jeff called me, and now Paul and Keith know too. I just called Katie. It’s not like the world is so full of good human beings that we can suffer the loss of one without impact……