As your face flickered onto my screen, I could see you looked tired. I had called you on Skype for Mother’s Day. You had just been talking with Jennifer, and Dad said you were very tired. But truth be told, you looked worse than tired. You looked like someone struggling to keep up with a conversation that had turned into a foreign language. Nods and occasional whispers were all you could muster. But it was Mother’s Day, and your son was calling.
Dad and I spent most of the time talking. You sat resting, your eyes occasionally fluttering open, but mostly I couldn’t even tell if you were even awake. Dad and I chatted about all the usual things: How school was going, what I had been up to, what the weather was like here and over there. All the while we danced around the biggest topic, the one that all of us knew concerned us most but for which there was nothing left to say. The tumour in your brain was at the helm now, and we were sailing the sea of inevitability toward an end no one wanted to reach. There was no turning back, no slowing down. There was only the time it would take, and no more. So what else was there to say?Continue Reading
Merry Christmas! Or Happy Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or Festivus, if you prefer. I always enjoy this time of year. It’s a time to share time with friends and family, to show others that you care about them, and to exchange presents and, more importantly, love. Regardless of your religious beliefs, this time of year is a time where we all celebrate the wonderful things that come from being part of a community and part of a family.Continue Reading
Last night was funny. First, my aunts and uncles and cousins came over and we had a barbecue. We had chicken and sausages and burgers, and I cooked them all up, being the resident barbecue king of the family. Once I put on the hamburgers, though, there was so much smoke that my eyes were watering like crazy. The fire was flaring up because of the grease and basically enveloping the burgers – and I had the burners on quite low. Anyways, we cooked so much food, and now we have quite a bit of leftovers. And that’s a good thing.
After a while, I got a call from, you guessed it, Melissa. She told me to come over, and that if I didn’t, Josh would drag me over, or something like that. Since my sister and Bethany were just heading off to go to Braeside, I asked them to drop me off at the Staats’ house, and they did so. Erica, Dave, and Natalie also were there. The girls wanted to watch The Notebook. The guys went downstairs to play Halo. Josh crushed me at it, and then I crushed Dave at it. After a while, though, it got monotonous with one person dominating, so we headed upstairs and watched about the last half of the movie.
I must say, it’s a horrible movie. And I know that any girl that’s reading this and has seen the movie is probably muttering under her breath right now and plotting strategies…Continue Reading
Today was a little bit of an up-and-down sort of day. The first half was pretty regular, and then Biology class hit. Mrs. Houtman just read from the textbook for most of the class, and I was honestly pinching myself to try and stay awake. Partway through the class, my allergy medication started to kick into effect, and then I started getting these weird head rushes. Usually that happens if I’m not active at all. Then, either from the medication as well or just because of a lack of sleep, I started getting really tired. My eyes started to close on their own, but I struggled through and kept myself at least half-awake. I tried to keep my mind as active as possible; I started thinking about whether to just stay on the same bus after school and take the extra ten minute walk instead of possibly falling asleep on the bus and missing my stop.
Anyways, Math class rolled around, and Mr. C took us out to William’s for class. It was awesome. He bought us all drinks, and I got an iced cappuchino – it was amazingly good. That really woke me up a lot. So we sat around there for most of the class and just talked for a while; it was pretty fun, definitely one of the best Math classes I’ve ever had, anyway. We got back and waited around for Mr. G to stop teaching; as usual, he pushed it and went five minutes overboard.…Continue Reading
Many, many things have happened in the last little while. I can’t say much about today, because on the whole, it was quite average. We watched an episode of the Andy Griffith Show in Parenting class, but other than that, it was pretty normal. I was going to blog about a conversation that Melissa, Meagan, and I had on the bus after school today. But then Meagan said, “Yeah, you’ll probably go home and blog this or something.” And then I lost all interest in blogging it, just because she said that. But then, Melissa said, “Well, but now he probably won’t blog it just because you said that.” So then I got to thinking that maybe I would blog it, just because Melissa said that I wouldn’t. Then I thought, “Well, if I blog it, though, then Meagan will think she’s right. And if I don’t, then Melissa will think she’s right.” Then I just gave up all hope and stopped thinking, because my head hurt. So I suppose this is the best compromise I could come up with – I mentioned it in my blog, but I didn’t blog about the actual conversation, so neither of them are right. Besides, I really don’t remember what the conversation was anyways.
Last night was a little bit interesting. I told Angelie about what I was writing about yesterday, and she sympathized with me, so we got into a conversation that spun off of that topic. She told me a few…Continue Reading
Sometimes I like to sit back and observe. Sometimes the thing I most like to do when relaxing is to just watch something or someone. Maybe it’s a strange hobby. Maybe it’s a little crazy, but I like to do it.
Today on the bus, I was just listening to my music and staring out the window. The only thing about me that moved were my eyes as they darted back and forth, staring at every little thing that passed by. It’s a shame, really, when you think about how much detail you miss every day. I mean, I almost missed my stop because I was looking out at the little creek right near my house. I go by there almost every day of my life, and yet I still found it interesting.
But buses aren’t ideal circumstances for observation. The best way is to take walks. I don’t walk as much as I wish I did, although there’s a reason for that. While I like relaxing and just looking at things, I also like doing it with someone else. It gets boring after a while when you’re by yourself. And while I listen to music when I’m alone, it’s just not the same. It’s just so much better when you can walk with someone else and just talk about anything that comes into your head. I wish I had someone to do that with, but most people are just too busy to just go and take a walk for…Continue Reading
Well, happy Easter Sunday everyone! I must admit, I’m not feeling in the happy mood today, though. While it likely partially has to do with being woken up at 6:50 AM to go to the 8:00 Sunrise Service, there’s also some other reasons why I’m not very happy. More on that later.
The service started at 8:00 and I was on Powerpoint, so I had to get all the songs ready while still feeling groggy. After that, a lady spoke for a few minutes. I forget who she was – she was introduced, of course, but I forget what church she was from. After she spoke, everyone headed over to the Brantford Mall to watch The Passion of the Christ at the Cineplex Odeon theatre. Our church had set that up with the theatre people, and also set up The Prince of Egypt for the kids in another theatre since The Passion of the Christ is rated 18A and is pretty gory. I wasn’t really interested in watching the movie. Although I’m sure it would likely be powerful for me to watch, I also don’t need to be watching all that violence. I mean, I could probably handle it, but I don’t want to handle it. I’ve seen some pretty gory movies before, and I didn’t like watching them at all. The Hostage wasn’t that gory of a movie, but one guy gets a knife stabbed through his cheek, and you see him pull it out. He then later lights…Continue Reading