S*#% My Grandparents Say

At what point do people start getting older and reverting back to being children?

I wound up being nasty to my step-grandmother Noreen today. I’m not happy about.

My parents, who have been doing everything for this woman since my grandfather passed away a few years ago, and even long before then too, just sold her house in Ville d’Anjou, QC. Yes, this is a sad moment. She had owned/lived there for well over 40 years.

But since Noreen’s fall and 2 month hospitalization back in February, and her being moved into a seniors residence as she could no longer take care of herself, the house has stood vacant, except for the furniture she couldn’t take with her, for over 8 months now.

The decision was made to put the house on the market 2 weeks ago, and it was there for less than a day. Noreen got the full asking price for the house, and the furniture. This is where the source of contention begins. The latest one that is.

Seems there are a few pieces of furniture that Noreen promised her older sister Helen, who lives out in Scarborough, ON. Helen has had plenty of time to make arrangements to get these pieces. Hell, she even has an entire family there that could have gone and got it for her.

But no!!! Noreen has expected my mother to handle this, as well as everything else. The damn woman hasn’t;t even included a single member of my family in her will, and yet expects to be served on a silver platter.

So when she got snide and started to demean my moms help, and everything that has been done for her benefit, i bridled. Told her to pull her head out of her ass and face reality, and stop living in this dream world. Then hung up on her.

I immediately called my mom to explain and apologise for my behaviour. Wasn’t necessary it seems. However, I also learned that Noreen had deliberately misled me. The furniture designated for Helen, with the exception of one chair, has already been removed and placed in storage (it will get to Helen eventually, no thanks to either her or her family), and it was Noreen that stated that she did not want Helen’s family to lay their hands on a single piece. My sister Laura has confirmed this.

So what was supposed to be a simple hi and hello phone call wound up being one little old ladies excuse to vent her fears and frustration at someone who hadn’t heard it all already and garner some sympathy. Too bad it was me.

Remembrance Day (Thank You For Your Sacrifice)

I just got into a minor argument with one of my friends when 11h00 came around. He’s been sporting the word “Remember” for the past couple of weeks in regards to Remembrance Day, but when it finally came time to honour it, he was more interested in cozying up with his latest MSN  floozy, who may or may not be a really nice guy, so no offence to him personally.

My point is, and this was validated on CP24 www.cp24.com is that most Canadians no longer even take the 2 minutes out of their schedule today at the designated time to honour those that fought to protect our future.

I remember this day back when I was in Valois Park Elementary School. Our teacher would walk us down the street to the Valois United Church and we would attend a service specifically for that day, then called Veterans Day. I guess this is why I and hopefully others in my class were so impressed on the importance of this day.

Regretfully, this isn’t done much these days in school, in part due to the separation of Church and State, and the 2 minutes is only paid lip service by overpaid administrators that can’t be bothered to put this on the school’s agenda to be discussed between students and teachers as to what this day truly signifies to their charges.

My grandfather, Samuel Arthur King wanted to serve his country during WWII, and it was only due to his poor knees that he was not permitted, so he did the next best thing he could and helped build aircraft that went overseas. You could tell, even years later how that had disappointed him though. But many of his friends, people that he had grown up with, did go over to Europe to fight, and die, protecting us from tyranny. 

Thank you for your sacrifice. I, at least, will not forget. For everyone else….if you happen to see a Veteran today, even if you only recognize this day as a historical footnote, please thank them.

In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Unpacking, Theft, Volunteer Awards

Got a phone call the other week from Coleen, my parents roomie back home in Montreal. Seems she had come back to Canada from Florida a heck of a lot earlier than expected. I thought at first it had been because of all the horrible hurricanes that have been pummelling the area. I was wrong but close still.

Seems a friend that Coleen had made in days gone by back in rehab has recently moved from her big house out in Pickering, where she was now living all alone into something much smaller and easier to maintain. Coleen called me up to see if I would be able to help with the grunt work. That and because she is an alcoholic who’s practically useless when it comes to anything other than herself and her vodka. Nice person, great cook, but thank goodness she’s in charge of a well established company cause otherwise she’d be in big trouble. Anyhow, her idea of work is to throw money at people and let them handle it while she staggers around advising them in her infinite wisdom (this is where i fit in), or hope that it goes away in a drunken haze. Coleen’s been her safety net I guess for the past few years, and I really do give her props for her patience, kindness and stamina.

Anyhow, that’s where I have been for the past couple of weeks. Doing every and any odd job that needs doing. The only point where I drew a line is when I was asked to climb on her roof and saw/remove her old LOOK satellite www.look.ca that the previous owner had left behind. She thinks it’s an eyesore, and since she switched to  Rogers www.rogers.com for everything, including home phone service. Bell Canada www.bell.ca really missed the ball on this one by claiming that they were too busy to come until the November 11 the earliest.

Whist out in Pickering doing all this, I missed out (by choice) the TCHC  www.torontohousing.ca Volunteer Awards Dinner. Fortunately enough, the other volunteers who I work with grabbed my certificate, etc… out of concern for me (they had conjure up all sorts of reasons for my absence, some quite imaginative). Still, what a great feeling and change it is from a year ago!!!!

Came home earlier on Wednesday. The street kid who was living with me hadn’t picked up the phone for a couple of days, which was a bit suspicious. Thank goodness I had Corky the Wonder Pom with me, otherwise I would have been freaking. But I came home anyways to investigate (that and Anne was rapidly heading downhill into her binge).

John wasn’t here. Still no idea where he might be. No note, nothing…but hey! He did help himself to some of my stuff before he left. $500 + worth of it, including 2 videos that belong to the City of Toronto Public Library http://www.tpl.toronto.on.ca/.

So, here’s the list, for the sake of being thorough:

  1. Video: American Outlaws
  2. Video: James Bond – the World is not Enough
  3. leather suede high top shoes from Bata www.bata.ca
  4. Jaguar back pack
  5. Nike silk shorts (sky blue)
  6. red Wetsuit winter jacket (my only winter jacket) given to me by my parents last x-mas to replace the one stolen by crack–heads I let into my apartment.

I just don’t understand people sometimes. Why live with someone for 6 weeks. SIX FRICKIN’ WEEKS!!! and then pull a stunt like this without provocation?

Suffice to say I decided not to turn the other cheek again. I’ve learned in the past that this just exposes your other one to be hit. So, after just getting his police record cleared, now this person will once again have to deal with Toronto’s finest  http://www.torontopolice.on.ca/. Some of you may think this is a bit harsh, but you then are the ones that have just recently jumped on my bandwagon. Sorry to disappoint you . To everyone else, your faith in me has finally been justified. NO MISTER NICE GAY GUY!!!