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Wow, where did that rug go?
11.18.03 (10:53 pm)   [edit]
[i]Don't it always seem to go,
that you don't know what you got 'till it's gone?
They paved paradise, to put up a parking lot...
[b]Counting Crows ~ Big Yellow Taxi (Cover)[/b][/i]

If it wasn't for the fact that Rikki and I have made up and are on speaking terms again (I'll get to that in a bit...) I might have thought that this day was filled with nothing but confusion and stress. It's strange how even the most static-seeming elements of your life can change in the blink of an eye.


First, I was browsing startrek.com only to discover that one of my favourite unknown actresses has died. Kellie Waymire, who played escort Melissa on [i]Six Feet Under[/i] and Crewman Elizabeth Cutler on [i]Enterprise[/i] has died of apparently natural causes at age 35. I'm left wondering what "natural causes" could be. Though my Father is a funeral director, and I know that it's completely possible for people to just expire for no discoverable reason, it just doesn't seem fair. I find Kellie's death a disturbing reminder of how fragile life really is.


In Memoriam - Kellie Waymire


Next up, I got a phone call from an old friend, Jamie, who needed a reference for a police foundations program he's trying to get into. A few years ago Jamie and I got into a major dispute over how he was treating his girlfriend. The issue was not abuse (he never once hit her) but control of her behaviour. We both said and did things that no one could be proud of. Over the intervening time we've managed to come to speaking terms again, but I still harbor doubts about his temper and other character flaws. I was put in the position of having to decide whether I could, in good conscience, provide him with a reference. In the end I told him I could do it. Why? Well, there are screening processes in place to catch character flaws like temper, and programs available to help overcome them. To be honest I think he'd be a hell of a cop; he's strong and intelligent, not to mention determined. Most of all, his behaviour lately (I've been hearing good reports about how he and his new girlfriend get along) has changed my mind about him, and I know from past experience how important second chances can be.

Throwing more wood on the stress fire, I got yet another call, this one from my Mom. She told me that Dad's employee, who has been with us almost five years, has decided to leave the area. His Father-in-Law, who is also a funeral director, is setting him up in funeral home of his own. My Dad is understandably upset; he had hoped that when he retired Sean would take over the business. Mom also dropped the bombshell that my younger brother Aaron was thinking about leaving his computer-programming course and entering Funeral College. She wanted to know if I'd be fine with that.

Well, I have no interest in being a funeral director; I'm committed to being a teacher. Yet I worry that putting Aaron into the business is a rash response to Sean's leaving. My Brother has never really demonstrated that he had the determination to stick to anything for long, and I worry that this might be yet another flight of fancy to be abandoned down the road.

With all the stressful situations I experienced today I needed to talk to Rikki more than ever. Thankfully our email correspondence led to a phone call tonight during which we reconciled and made an emotional promise never to stop talking again. We are looking forward to this weekend; we're going to take Lexi with us on a walk through the forest on my Uncle's farm. Knowing I get to see Rikki on the weekends is what gets me through the week. I know it seems strange, becoming so involved in an impossible relationship, but I guess it's a situation you have to be in to understand.
 
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