Finding Perfection

Last night we attended a an outdoor showing of The Sandlot at Mike Reynolds’ (of Puzzling Posts fame) house. It was billed as a drive-in, but Mike and Andrea were a little misleading. Unbelievably we actually had to park our cars and carry our own seating into their backyard. I really thought they could have hooked us up with a sound system to plug our cars into and then we could sit in our own steel cages to avoid having to talk to other people. Instead, they provided socializing, beer, popcorn, hotdogs and lots and lots of candy, which helped the kids in attendance make it to the end of the movie. Somehow I have never seen the Sandlot before and it was great. This post is not about the movie or the drive-in/walk-in candy-fest. It is about the perfection that I found in my pocket just after we arrived. Read more of this post

Remembrance and Hope

I just got back from the Remembrance Day assembly at my kids’ school.  It is the first time since I was a kid myself that I have attended a school Remembrance Day assembly.  Typically I go for the big public ceremonies.  I live in Ottawa and so I typically go to the national service at the Canadian War Memorial.

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The death of a pet

Laura and I have had Merlin, our orange tabby, ever since we got married 12 years ago.  He was the runt of the litter and turned into a 15lb big cat.  He wasn’t a fat cat, but he was long and definitely bigger than our calico cat.  He survived a fall from our fifth floor balcony and spent the night curled up inside the engine of our property manager’s van to keep warm.  He travelled with us through four moves and put up with two children and today we had to put him down. Read more of this post

Memory

It is interesting how memory works.  Sometimes memories are powerful and pop-up at unexpected times.  Sometimes they come unbidden and other times more consciously on specific dates.  Sometimes we just forget.  In this particular case, I forgot.

Twenty-two years ago yesterday I became a father for the first time.  Until Laura reminded me last night, I had forgotten that it was June 5th and the significance of that date in my life.  It’s not like I really forgot my kids birthday.  Thomas and Jennifer (no longer their first names) are genetically my kids, but I haven’t seen them since they were 10 days old.  I was a teenager and my girlfriend at the time and I decided to place them for adoption. I’ve written and spoken about the whole experience many times in the past and I am not going to repeat it here.  If you are interested in the story, you can listen to the radio interview I did on the subject here: (www.cbc.ca/thecurrent/episode/2012/02/09/the-boy-with-the-past-documentary)

So June 5th is a memory marker for me.  It is fading with time.  I think that happens when you find peace with your memories.