until i think of something better...
Alright, so...
i've been temp-ing pretty regularly at Ceva, the place that does rims for the Ford plant in oakville. Its alright, the ppl there are ok to work with.
Thursday, my step-grandmother, Gert, died and the funeral was held on Friday. It was very interesting to learn so many things about her life and various accomplishments that i was mostly unaware of all this time. She stayed very sharp right up until the last few years of her 90's.
I was one of the eight pallbearers who brought her into the car, where the immediate family took limosuines under police escort to the cemetary to complete the service for that day and ceremonially shovelled some of the dirt on top of her resting place. It was my first ever funeral, and i wasn't sure what to do, but i got the impression that the ceremony was nicely done. I thought so myself.
Saturday, i missed the shiva service to help Jon-Michael move into his new place and relax after me, jon and metal-cam finished our last combined van/wagon load. There's a song about 24 in the making.
Today me and Jon went to toronto to get some shopping done. Jon to get a ticket to pick up his fiance, and me to get some stuff for the summer. the only thing i didn't end up getting was a ticket to rockthebells because ticketmaster was closed. Oh, and a new backpack to carry wine and other fun travel accesories. I don't need a purse, or a european handbag. But my back does.
That reminds me, i thought of a costume for halloween while we were at Jon's new place. I'm going to tie a baseball glove to my head as a hat. Then i get some white pants and a shirt, draw some red stiches on it.
"What are you?"
"I'm a baseball"
I picked up some new New Balance shoes and placed my old ones into semi-retirement. I've spent the last month arguing with my mom about getting new shoes, what finally sold me was seeing the tread on the toes almost completely worn away. They're now relegated to 'mowing the lawn' shoes. They've seen me through alot of places, both on and off road. You can still see some of the die. On the plus side, they're still good for dancing, for the same reason they're bad for everything else, the toes slide
I also picked up a pair of hiking shoes, which i'm making my goal to wear out by the end of the summer. They're not the same pair that i got excited about before, but apparently the pair i originally wanted doesn't exist larger than a size 12 in Ontario, so i'm saying fuck it. I'm going to be living in a whole new place i haven't explored, and i plan to rectify that situation. The laces are made of KEVLAR! they'll never break! I love the treads.
I also picked up The Last Supper, which is almost impossible to find, at a slightly higher cost than i expected, but i've wanted to buy this movie for years now and never got around to it. I don't want to ruin it, so just watch it with me instead.
I also stopped by Champs to pick up an official size Toronto FC soccer ball, and a Football... so both kinds of footballs i guess. As long as Sean Creighton has a baseketball to go with his net, i think i'm more or less set (that being said, i'm still up for whatever).
Next sunday, me, my bro-in-law, and laina's boyfriend are all going to be 3 of a 4on4 basketball team and see what happens. I'm actually really excited, now that i have shoes that won't slide all over the floor. Last time i played a game up to ten there, we ended up having to call it a draw at 17 cause you have to win by two. Amazing game.
Tonight we missed bball for the final night of the service for Gert. I don't like calling her step-grandma Gert, its too impersonal. On the other hand, grandma misrepresents what our actualy relationsihp was like in relation to her grandkids who've grown up with her around. In the tradition of both my mom and dad's side of the family, i've decided to refer to her as 'Auntie Gertie'. She was a very sweet, and surprisingly tough little old lady, and she will be missed.
I remembered a little bit of the prayers we sang tonight, it made me feel good. Something old and familiar. I even found my old cassette tape of my rabbi signing my portion so i could learn it for my Bar Mitzvah. On top of that, my dad had the VHS of my sister's Bat Miztvah and My Bar Mitzvah put onto DVD. I swear, i barely recognized myself on there. 30-40lbs goes a long way. Its funny, now that i'm trying to gain some of it back.
the one thing that gets me about large family gatherings is having to come up with an answer to 'so, what have you been up to?'. Every time i get asked that, it gets a little smoother and a little smoother but i hate telling it a little more and a little more. It turns into a prepared speech of necessity, to get it to its most efficient form and repeated ad nauseum. Not that i don't appreciate the interest in my life, its just that usually its just polite 'Social Etiquette'. As i've mentioned, i'm not good at that, and i don't feel comfortable when i feel like i have to put my words through a filter in order to communicate with people.
At least the people at work know and accept that i don't talk much and work hard. During long breaks, they'll talk while i read and/or do crosswords in an effort to keep my brain excercized. I got about 1/2 of a NYT out of the Sun and almost all of a 24hours paper on wednesday and thursday.
so until i think of something better, i think i want a viking burial, to be immediatey followed by a huge party/drunkfest of love, songs and poetry, food, sports, art, and most of all a HAPPY occasion. Its ok to cry, just as long as you're laughing too.
i've been temp-ing pretty regularly at Ceva, the place that does rims for the Ford plant in oakville. Its alright, the ppl there are ok to work with.
Thursday, my step-grandmother, Gert, died and the funeral was held on Friday. It was very interesting to learn so many things about her life and various accomplishments that i was mostly unaware of all this time. She stayed very sharp right up until the last few years of her 90's.
I was one of the eight pallbearers who brought her into the car, where the immediate family took limosuines under police escort to the cemetary to complete the service for that day and ceremonially shovelled some of the dirt on top of her resting place. It was my first ever funeral, and i wasn't sure what to do, but i got the impression that the ceremony was nicely done. I thought so myself.
Saturday, i missed the shiva service to help Jon-Michael move into his new place and relax after me, jon and metal-cam finished our last combined van/wagon load. There's a song about 24 in the making.
Today me and Jon went to toronto to get some shopping done. Jon to get a ticket to pick up his fiance, and me to get some stuff for the summer. the only thing i didn't end up getting was a ticket to rockthebells because ticketmaster was closed. Oh, and a new backpack to carry wine and other fun travel accesories. I don't need a purse, or a european handbag. But my back does.
That reminds me, i thought of a costume for halloween while we were at Jon's new place. I'm going to tie a baseball glove to my head as a hat. Then i get some white pants and a shirt, draw some red stiches on it.
"What are you?"
"I'm a baseball"
I picked up some new New Balance shoes and placed my old ones into semi-retirement. I've spent the last month arguing with my mom about getting new shoes, what finally sold me was seeing the tread on the toes almost completely worn away. They're now relegated to 'mowing the lawn' shoes. They've seen me through alot of places, both on and off road. You can still see some of the die. On the plus side, they're still good for dancing, for the same reason they're bad for everything else, the toes slide
I also picked up a pair of hiking shoes, which i'm making my goal to wear out by the end of the summer. They're not the same pair that i got excited about before, but apparently the pair i originally wanted doesn't exist larger than a size 12 in Ontario, so i'm saying fuck it. I'm going to be living in a whole new place i haven't explored, and i plan to rectify that situation. The laces are made of KEVLAR! they'll never break! I love the treads.
I also picked up The Last Supper, which is almost impossible to find, at a slightly higher cost than i expected, but i've wanted to buy this movie for years now and never got around to it. I don't want to ruin it, so just watch it with me instead.
I also stopped by Champs to pick up an official size Toronto FC soccer ball, and a Football... so both kinds of footballs i guess. As long as Sean Creighton has a baseketball to go with his net, i think i'm more or less set (that being said, i'm still up for whatever).
Next sunday, me, my bro-in-law, and laina's boyfriend are all going to be 3 of a 4on4 basketball team and see what happens. I'm actually really excited, now that i have shoes that won't slide all over the floor. Last time i played a game up to ten there, we ended up having to call it a draw at 17 cause you have to win by two. Amazing game.
Tonight we missed bball for the final night of the service for Gert. I don't like calling her step-grandma Gert, its too impersonal. On the other hand, grandma misrepresents what our actualy relationsihp was like in relation to her grandkids who've grown up with her around. In the tradition of both my mom and dad's side of the family, i've decided to refer to her as 'Auntie Gertie'. She was a very sweet, and surprisingly tough little old lady, and she will be missed.
I remembered a little bit of the prayers we sang tonight, it made me feel good. Something old and familiar. I even found my old cassette tape of my rabbi signing my portion so i could learn it for my Bar Mitzvah. On top of that, my dad had the VHS of my sister's Bat Miztvah and My Bar Mitzvah put onto DVD. I swear, i barely recognized myself on there. 30-40lbs goes a long way. Its funny, now that i'm trying to gain some of it back.
the one thing that gets me about large family gatherings is having to come up with an answer to 'so, what have you been up to?'. Every time i get asked that, it gets a little smoother and a little smoother but i hate telling it a little more and a little more. It turns into a prepared speech of necessity, to get it to its most efficient form and repeated ad nauseum. Not that i don't appreciate the interest in my life, its just that usually its just polite 'Social Etiquette'. As i've mentioned, i'm not good at that, and i don't feel comfortable when i feel like i have to put my words through a filter in order to communicate with people.
At least the people at work know and accept that i don't talk much and work hard. During long breaks, they'll talk while i read and/or do crosswords in an effort to keep my brain excercized. I got about 1/2 of a NYT out of the Sun and almost all of a 24hours paper on wednesday and thursday.
so until i think of something better, i think i want a viking burial, to be immediatey followed by a huge party/drunkfest of love, songs and poetry, food, sports, art, and most of all a HAPPY occasion. Its ok to cry, just as long as you're laughing too.