Thursday, April 21, 2011

day one hundred and eleven

Hi everybody!!! I'm blogging tonight from work because a) that's where I am (closing) and b) I couldn't face another try with the cell phone. Yep my home computer is still fubar'd but hopefully Robert will be able to rectify the issues tomorrow.

There are days when I don't really have much to say and then there's today - where I feel I could write for hours. No fears... I won't :)
Today is the anniversary of my dad's passing (2 years... can you believe it?) and I'm really feeling it. I think it's partly because I know how proud of me he would be for taking on this Project. He'd see the humour and get all the jokes. We shared alot of characteristics, me and Nessie, and a big one was our sense of humour. I loved being able to make dad laugh. I think he'd be proud of me for writing everyday as well. He taught me to love books and by extension ,writing and I think he'd like my turns of phrase. In a sea of crazy he was an island of calm... I emulate that even if I haven't mastered it yet :) I don't think we miss them any less as time goes on but the fact of their absence gets integrated into our day to day lives. Maybe the grief becomes a scar that aches on particular days. Today is one of those days.

Enough of this... the next thing I need to talk about is my first foray into the world of training at the gym. I fear, however, that I have begged your indulgence for long enough this evening. I'll hold those thoughts over until tomorrow but I will leave you with a teaser. I feel all world class athletey cuz ,yep, on my first day, I puked *menacing stay tuned music*

See ya tomorrow :)

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