Monthly Archives: September 2009

Wow! just Wow!

I called Dad last night to get some word on grandma and discovered that death is not necessarily as imminent as he first thought.  Even though she is getting no nourishment (no feeding tube and she is not able to eat normally), the doctor said she could live for another 6 months.  I had no idea that you could live that long without food.  I can only pray that she isn’t suffering in this situation.

Memories of my grandmother

On Sunday, I received a phone call from my dad.  My grandmother is dying.  She wasn’t expected to live through the weekend so I presume that I will be getting a call any day saying that she has died and the time/date of the funeral.  Unlike my grandfather, I was very, very close to my grandmother.  I cried off and on all day yesterday as I remembered her.  She was a class act and a wonderful person.  I am going to miss her terribly.

She taught me to sew.
She inspired me to learn rug hooking.
She made the most wonderful Easter eggs with handmade frosted flowers that were truly works of art.
She made me sweaters.
She made me a quilt for my first Christmas.  I was born less than 1 month before.
I remember her jellied hocks and salad plates. 
I remember the assortment of cheeses at the table and going shopping with Grandma and being allowed to pick out the cheeses I wanted to try.
She collected stamps and as a result I did too for a number of years.
I remember going to a bell-ringing concert that my grandmother was in.  I was so proud of her.
I remember going on boat trips with my grandparents in a house boat that my grandfather made.
I remember eating Kawartha Dairy ice cream at the cottage with them.
She made bread and it was absolutely delicious.  I can remember the warm rolls with melted butter on them.
She made cakes for birthdays that had hidden money in them.
I remember the gardens that my grandmother loved to tend with their brilliant flowers.
She loved to watch birds and I still have a bit of that in me.
She had wonderful handwriting.

She was a wonderful grandmother.  The kind of grandmother you think about when you think about the kind of grandmother you would want to have.   I was lucky to have known her until I was 40.  The world was lucky to have had her.

Bussing experiment over

The price of gas has dropped to under 2.40$.  Unless I call my insurance company to tell them that my vehicle is for recreational purposes, it is now more expensive to bus to work on gas/cost of ride comparison.  I can’t call my insurance company to tell them that because I need to keep my mileage under 6,000 miles annually and I can’t guarantee that if I am driving the kids on a regular basis.

If I was to drop my insurance to recreational then gas prices would need to be about 2.10$ or lower to make it cheaper but without that advantage I can only look at gas prices.   If prices go back up, I will be back on the bus.  I didn’t really mind it although it would have been nice if I wasn’t getting up at 5:30 in the morning.

Parent or not?

On June 19th, Piero had his graduation ceremony.  It just so happened that Eduardo was off work due to weather and I was not at work yet because I had not felt well in the morning.  Eduardo told me he was going to his graduation ceremony.  I asked if I could go along and I would just go to work a little later than planned.  Eduardo said something to the effect of "No thank, you".  In other words, I wasn’t welcome.  When I said that it wasn’t very fair to ask me to do the work of parenthood (I had driven him to school on rare occasions up to this point and did LOTS of homework with him) but not allow me to get involved in the perks of parenthood, he told me something about changing that in the future.

In June, right after that graduation ceremony I was asked to drive the kids to their babysitter on any day that Kelly worked.  I said that I would do it for the summer only but I didn’t want to do it in the fall.  Taking Piero to school means I don’t get to work until 9am.  1 to 2 hours later than I normally do.  I made this condition clear up front.  2 weeks before school started, Eduardo got upset when I reiterated that I wasn’t planning on continuing because Kelly still hadn’t managed to make alternate arrangements.  So about once a week, I am asked to drive Kylie to the babysitting and Piero to school.  I do it because it is easier to just agree to do it.  I gather that Kelly has managed to find someone else doing it the other days.

And now you are wondering what these two things have to do with each other right?

Last night, I was told that there was some Open House at the school that he needed to attend. I can’t remember if I asked if I could come or if I asked him if he wanted me to go.  Either way, I was told I wasn’t welcome.  He had no idea what the Open House was for so I looked it up today.  It is a "Meet the Teacher".  So I am enough of a parent to drive Piero to school and help with his homework but I am not quite enough of a parent to attend any kind of event that would require acknowledgment of my position in his life.  This would bother me more if it wasn’t just a reinforcement of what I already knew about my position in the family.

How DID you get here?

A few days ago, I noticed that my tomato plant was losing all of its leaves (as it eaten) and one of the tomatoes looked eaten.  I assumed birds were at it.  Last night, I went out to tomato plants to water them and noticed a nice FAT tomato worm with what looked like little egg sacs all over his body.  The stripped plant is now explained.  What is still a puzzle to me is how the heck it got there.  My balcony is 4 storeys off the ground!

The weirdest thing

I had to take a business trip to Mexico.  On the first leg of the flight to Atlanta, I suddenly got it into my head that I absolutely had to call my Mom and tell her that I was going to Mexico for business and if an emergency occurred, she could reach me at my work number.  It was unlikely that my personal cell phone would work in Mexico (and it didn’t).  I called her just before I went back into the air.  I have never told my Mom when I have went on business that I was going and how she could reach me.  Not even when I went to Venezuela many years ago.  Not 15 minutes later, she received a phone call saying that her father had died.  She called me the next day to tell me that Grandpa had died.  I tried to change my return flight to Canada and get a return trip to home later in the week.  Delta wanted an insane amount of money for a 600-700 mile flight.  They wanted as much money for that trip as I paid for my round-trip flight to Mexico City.  Dave told me not to pay it so I didn’t make it to the funeral.

But isn’t it weird that I felt compelled to talk to my Mom?

God and Dog

They played this amazing video at our church for the children’s time.  It is worth watching if you believe in God and maybe even if you don’t.

http://www.godanddog.org/

Here are the lyrics but the video really brings the lyrics to life.

I look up and I see God, I look down and see my dog.
simple spelling G O D, same word backwards D O G.
They would stay with me all day.  I’m the one who walks away.
But Both of them just wait for me, and dance at my return with glee.
Both love me no matter what – divine God and canine mutt.
I take it hard each time I fail, but God forgives, dog wags his tail.
God thought up and made the dog, dog refleckts a part of God.
I’ve seen love from both sides now, its everything, AMEN, bow wow.
I look up and I see God, I look down and see my dog.
And in my human frailty, …..I can’t match their love for me