random thoughts
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Swatch dogs and Diet Coke heads
I joined Search and Rescue, a branch of the Petersburg Volunteer Fire Department back in May. Thankfully, i have not had to respond to any calls as of yet. And the summer months keep most of the other volunteers busy, so we haven't done any training yet. But i did get to participate in this year's annual picnic. It was held at Sandy Beach Park because there is some massive construction going on out at the scow bay fire hall. I had purchased WAY too many eggs for the 4th of july egg toss, and had 6 dozen leftover. I decided to make a lot of deviled eggs with them, and then planned on using the rest for an egg toss.
I debated whether or not to talk about all this on my blog. For a second. My father and i have had an estranged relationship for quite awhile now. I can't even tell you why. I have my reasons in my head, but until we even talk to one another, i'll never know. It's to a point where the longer we go without talking the more i don't even want to, and dread the day we actually do. My lovely sister got to talk to him this weekend, (he called her, but not me,) and he had some news to share. My last remaining grandparent, Nana died. A couple of weeks ago, and he waited this long to tell us [her.] He also was diagnosed with a malignant melanoma on his head, and ended up having to have a 5 square-inch piece of his scalp removed. Sounds like my tanning days may be over. I don't know what i will find to replace those 20 minutes of luxury 2 or 3 times a week. I think the part that makes me most upset is that i wasn't even given the chance to attend my grandmothers funeral. Sure, i haven't even seen her in person since i was probably 12, but every year we exchange christmas cards, and she is my family, i loved her. So now i'll go on, with even more reason to despise my father. Not just for not calling, not telling me this stuff in person, but for breaking my heart.
I'm sorry, but i am completely repulsed by this regular occurrence. I can deal just fine with my own household loose hair, and pet hair. But when i come across other people's hair in public places i physically cringe. Like rummaging through items at a garage sale, or the salvation army. It makes me feel sick. So, i count the tills for my workplace every weekday morning, and i regularly come across small hairs while counting out the coins. I swipe it as fast as i can off the desk, and hurriedly count the rest so i can go wash my hands. Then i think of other nice, pleasant things to keep my mind off where that follicle might have originated from.
What we needed after the last couple months was some downtime. We decided to go camping. At first, it was just going to be out the road, sleep in a tent or vehicle, easy peasy. But in talking to ryan welde, we discovered we could take advantage of a friend's cabin on duncan canal. So we did just that. Mike boggs knows the guy, we were able to use his boat and everything. We left on friday as soon as i got off work, and returned saturday afternoon. It was lovely. The evening included a big pan of lasagna, many beers, a game called "loser" in which a few unknown secrets became known, passing out around midnight, and getting some hard, good sleep. It was so nice to just be surrounded by quietness and fresh air. I almost wish i had forgotten something so i had an excuse to go back soon.
My 10-year high school reunion was in May. Our class president picked that time of year for reasons unbeknownst to the majority of attendees. And i can't say there were a lot. Most reunions happen during the fourth of july weekend, so that was what was expected. Many people could not take the time off in May, or did not find out about it in time to even attend. So the turnout was not too impressive. The ones who did show though did make it a fun weekend, in addition to mayfest happening. We got organized enough to have a small group walk in the parade, (no males showed their faces for it) and you can't tell from the picture, but most of the girls had "95" written on their bosoms in marker. We finally showed the team spirit we lacked ten years ago. Go PHS!