Courtesy of Globe and Mail
There’s a heat wave going on right now in Toronto. After months of mediocre weather, we are now finally experiencing summer weather. Oh, and of course we’re also in the middle of a garbage strike, so we have a hot, smelly city right now. The last time there was a garbage strike, I believe it lasted for over a month and it was while the Pope was visiting. Toronto city workers have great timing I tell ya.
Despite this hot weather, I’ve been taking a walk during lunch everyday this week. I was a bit hesitant since I am not a fan of hot weather and don’t want to go back to work covered in sweat. Not that I sweat like a pig, as the saying goes, but feeling hot and sticky is not at the top of my list.
Yesterday was super hot, reaching about 30c, but feeling like 40c instead. I still went for my walk, but I walked slowly with my co-worker. There are some people who can totally function in humid weather, I’m not one of them and I’m not ashamed to admit it, I know my limitations, but I still went out. I put on my fishing hat, that I love, and slathered on lots of sunscreen.
The nice thing about these walks is that it gets me out of the office. And, I’m guaranteed that I get my exercise for the day and some fresh air as well. I hate being cooped up in the office all day with my ass stuck on a chair, so this is a good way to get myself out and use my lunch hour productively.
Walking with my co-worker is hilarious. She cannot walk a straight line. So, we’ll be walking on the sidewalk and as she keeps yapping she starts migrating towards my side of the sidewalk until I’m practically walking on the grass cause I don’t want her leaning all over me. I’ve had to gently push her to her side many times telling her she’s crowding me. But, I’ll take a crooked walking companion anyday if it gets me out of the office for an hour.
Confronting the enemy is always unpleasant. But, when you have to confront a child molester, it is the hardest thing I will ever do in my life. Just the thought of it makes my skin crawl. It is the most unpleasant thing I’ll probably ever have to do in my life.
So, my friend’s bastard soon to be ex-husband is out of jail. I wish he had rotted in there, but that’s not how the justice system works unfortunately. In fact, I believe he got out for good behaviour…how fucking ironic. And, now, he’s requested to see his two sons. So, my friend told her boys and the oldest boy was hesitant, but I believe he is going because the youngest son wants to see his father. Therefore, there needs to be someone there to supervise the visit and my friend has not been able to get her shit together to contact Children’s Aid and get them involved, which they should be. That’s another bone of contention amongst all the friends, a lack of initiative by our friend to get things going and making sure she’s got herself covered.
My other friend asked me if I would do a shift of supervising for one of the visits and I said I would. Then I suggested we should do a shift together, since she had agreed but as she doesn’t have a car and can’t drive up north she told our friend it would be as a last resort. I figured if the two of us were together, at least one of us will be rational enough to stop the other from beating this bastard for destroying his family. I am not a violent person, but this whole situation just makes my blood boil. I just feel so….I can’t even begin to describe it.
I am not looking forward to supervising these visits, and I wish I didn’t have to see the asshole, but for the sake of the children, I’m doing it. No other reason. Such is life. 😐
I haven’t felt compelled to write lately.
My aunt, my mom’s oldest sister, and her husband, have both been in healthcare facilities in Hong Kong for over 15 years. My aunt went first into the facility, having been diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease about 20 years ago. My uncle became ill a few years after his wife and went into the same facility but in different rooms.
I never got a chance to visit either of them when they fell ill. I regret that. Before my aunt got sick, she always made a point to invite me to her home to see her when I was visiting. I remember those visits vividly because my aunt was a loud character, always generous even though she didn’t have much. She was a taller version of my mom. My uncle, he was a gentle soul, always quiet and treated my aunt with great care, especially when she fell ill. You could almost say he worshipped her. They had 6 children together.
My mom called me last Friday morning to tell me that my aunt had died in her sleep overnight. I was sad, but also relieved, because my aunt had suffered for a long time. Then my mom called me about an hour later and told me that my uncle died as well…wow. My mom told me that when one of the sons visited him (shortly after my aunt died), my uncle was teary, like he knew, even though they had not told him anything. My uncle has been in a vegetative state for awhile, so the tears were unusual. They think because he sensed my aunt had died, his will to live just dissipated. He passed away while sleeping as well, I think shortly after the son visited.
They were together for over 60 years…..and I believe he wanted to be with his wife that’s why he died so quickly after she went. I don’t care how sappy or unreal this sounds, but I believe it. I feel so bad for my cousin, who now lives in Toronto and had just come back from a visit to Hong Kong only a week and a half ago – but at least he was able to see his parents one last time before they both passed away.
This reminds me, again, to never take anything for granted.