11-11-21 i remember
1 hour and 50 minutes can change a life, chart a different course, save a soul. That is the length of one phone call tonight. I had had a good day, much was accomplished. Awake before my alarm, I got ready to head down to the cenotaph for the Remembrance Day ceremony. I parked at work and walked over just in time for Oh Canada. I stopped as soon as I heard it, singing softly to myself as people passed me and looked back to see why I stopped walking. I watched as each realized, stopped, removed hats and respected. One of my favourite things is watching all the people converging from all directions. I moved closer, watching for family in the usual places. I had been standing watching for a bit when I recognized Deanne’s amazing long grey hair and her bright red and orange jacket. I moved up beside them to find myself standing beside Kimberly, my tattoo artist and friend who played my daughter in a show. It was so lovely to see her again. We also saw Emmy with her Mom and Grandparents. There was a super awkward moment when Jamie mentioned that his wife’s hair was just like mine.. she and I looked at each other, struggling for words so I just commented on the Covid grow out and let it go. He is so… uncomfortable some times.
I did take opportunity to ask Kimberly if she would be interested in designing the art work for the show posters if the directors friend was not able or willing to. She was excited about the opportunity and I hope it happens. I may ask her to do a mock up just in case. After the service I walked back to work where I had parked my car. I wanted to get a few things done and planned to meet with Tanner who was eager to design all the media for our show in exchange for recognition and promotion. I am so excited as she was the one who previously worked on CCT shows media to get it modified and ready for print when she worked for our printing company. We had a great meeting and I feel that she gets the vibe we are seeking, she is our target audience after all! When we were finished I headed over to the theatre to take care of some business including making the projector accessible as the bulbs have finally arrived and Ben will go reinstall it and aim it for the rental use we have coming up. I also was given one of the banners from the last show to use as a tarp to further cover things for the winter. I like to repurpose. Once back at the office, I dug in and got over 20K of subsidies for a client, reconciled march to Sept for another and ran payroll for yet another. Those were all good things to get done in peace and quiet.
I realized suddenly that it was time to rush home and grab my stuff for MMA. When I got home I quickly made up the beds for Jake and Emmy, tidied a bit, checked the bathroom leak (yep it’s leaking out from under the tub and Scott is away for a few days..), and then grabbed my gear and headed to RMMA. It turned out to be Stick and Knife night which did not involve running or crunches so I loved it! The only thing is that my right side feels very worked out and my left feels very left out. I did have a great moment when I took a swing and broke my stick although that would be bad in a fight! I have such a problem with knives, swords, etc. But did enjoy the whole thing. The other women are so awesome. There is a sense of dedication but not competitiveness or judgement. I am so grateful to Christi for sticking to it with me as I didn’t feel like going but messaged her to see if we had a date tonight and when she said yes, I was in.


I got home and started making my shrimp dinner. I suddenly got an overwhelming thought of Kashy, the woman who lives in the apartment above the one I used to own in New Westminster. I was cooking but felt strongly that I hadn’t heard from her in a while and I needed to call. The phone rang for a long time. I was about to give up when she answered. For one hour and 50 minutes I mostly listened. I believe there may have been a life saved tonight. She admitted that she was sorting things to get rid of, purging because she saw no reason to keep living and didn’t want to leave a mess. She told me all the stories and there was some madness, no doubt but mostly I knew when to make listening sounds and when to respond with advice that was needed. I find in dealing with her that I understand what it is like to be a councilor, there is a certain detachment necessary, a certain balance between care and skepticism. I know some of her stories were from a mind that lives in fear. She believes that neighbour’s are stealing TV by watching hers so she closes her curtains. I know from living there that there are no apartments that can see into hers, but she believes it. I only really worry that some day no one will answer her phone and I will never know what happened. She has no relationship that she could let know to tell me if something happens to her. What I do know is my gut, my spider senses, my radar.. is accurate. This does not make me special, it just makes me grateful for those who have come before, for those who truly served this country. I pray we all do our little bit to serve and love, in their honour and our own.
A wee sidebar to my day was a phone call from someone in the know just to let me know to take all precautions seriously these days in Cranbrook. I feel that my clinic and the hospital may being going through something if I read between the lines. I was even wearing my mask in the park so I shall continue to be diligent.
































































