Off By One

Well, to all those that wished me well and good fortune with regards to my last post, I thank you, but I’ll admit, I wish you had wished harder.

About 2:30 this morning, my dad had a heart attack.

I’m kind of at a loss on this one. I guess first thing, it’s not as bad as one would think. Which is still pretty fucking bad. He’s okay, but they had to pop open a vein in his heart, put a stent in, and tomorrow they’ll be assessing the damage.

It’s scary, really scary. This is my DAD. He’s not supposed to be, well, vulnerable… But all those IV tubes, all that … vulnerability. It’s really hitting me. Time is ticking onwards, and…

Fuck, i just don’t know. I don’t even know how to feel about this. I think, maybe, I’ll just let this one sit until i know more.

Be well, all.

The Christmas season is past, now begins the age of Boxing Week.

Scary thought, this, although Char is going out today with my mother to brave the hells that are malls and big-box stores in order to… You know what, i’m not even sure what they’re after.

At any rate, that’s their lookout. Here’s the rundown on the week so far:

Monday, we gorged ourselves on the rarest, bloodiest tenderloin steaks i’ve ever had. I could cut the blinkin’ things with the dull side of the knife. That, and they were so rare they might as well have been sushi. Good stuff

Tuesday was gorgery, pool, beer, and hanging out with a rarely-seen good friend. And Guiness.

Wednesday — Christmas eve, for the date-impaired — was spent with again, more pool, some shopping, some cleaning, some cooking, and a 4.5-lb prime rib roast that was devoured in its entirety by 5 people. As though it was never there. Then, hm… I honestly don’t recall what we did next. I think it might have been something like “Drank some wine and fell asleep.”

Christmas day dawns, and we get to the swag. Gifts all around, although some highlights were: Char and Mom buying Char and I a digital camera. Char getting the complete Far Side collection from Dad. General gorgery on all our parts

Boxing day… Well, i’m not doing much of anything today, except getting the digital camera set up and figuring out how to post photos to the blog

Schlepped up to see the parental units this weekend, bringing Char and Simon along with me, with every intention of adding several pounds to my frame.

Thanksgiving is the shit

The visit was nice. Grande Prairie never really gets any better for me, but it sure does get bigger. It’s still full of the same people as always, even though they often have different names and faces, and bigger trucks than before. It’s not really my favourite place. Can you tell?

Since i was only in town for a weekend, i didn’t really get hold of anyone outside the immediate family. So, if any reader is irked that i did not call them, um, well, i was sick (cough) and never really felt well enough to talk at all. And that’s no lie - i was laryngitic for most of the weekend.

Speaking of which… Colds suxor

Right now, though, i’m listening to some really nice neoclassical stuff that Sarah and Donald, the DJs at the club i work at, burned for me to check out. It’s pretty nice. Very easy to listen to, very pleasant.

Hope thanksgiving was good for all of you, too.

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And, (john?!) the pics from the wedding will be up at such time as i have any of them. No scanned pics have made it my way yet, and i don’t have a working scanner anymore. So, to readers w/ wedding pics, get that shit in the mail to me!