Also our keyboard is for some reason set to French so I have to remember where the question mark is on the french keyboard (in case you’re wondering, it’s shift + 6. And the apostrophe? is shift + comma).
And Philippe is a fictional otter who is five. But still.
2) It’s cold and I’m driving today which means I have to go out and scrape the car.
3) I just now realized that this blog was reviewed over at IT2M about… oh, three months ago. And I still haven’t fixed any of the things they didn’t like. I’m 100% on the ball. No, I am. Really.
Since there has been a case of the flesh eating disease reported on the Island this past week, I, the hypochondriac, keep convincing myself that I have it. It’s easy to convince myself, since I have eczema, and anytime I come in contact with an allergen (which is often, since I’m allergic to friggin everything), I break out in hives. Rob hates it. I run into the room and pull down my pants. “Look at my necrotizing fasciitis!”
“What?”
“Look! Right there!”
“Louise. You don’t have it.”
“LOOK AT IT! It’s necrotizing before our very eyes!”
“You do not. have. the flesh-eating bacteria.”
“How do you know? I could have it. I could have it RIGHT NOW.”
“If you had the flesh eating bacteria you would not be able to run into the room and pull your pants down. You would have a high fever and you would die within 24 hours unless they amputated your body parts. You don’t have it.”
“FINE THEN!”
He’s gonna be sorry one day when I come down with the bubonic plague and he tells me it’s just a pimple.
Okay. All kidding aside. I’ve put up a few new (old) photos over at flickr. Check them out if you are so inclined.
All day yesterday, you predicted– nay, promised!– 20 cm of snow for us here today, which would later change to rain.
You gave everyone hope.
Hope for a school cancellation. A day to relax at home and do our work in our pyjamas. A day to drink hot chocolate 19 times and not have to wait for a bell before going pee.
I didn’t stay up late, though– I didn’t want to jinx things– I went to bed at 9:30 as usual. But all night I kept waking up and squinting out the window “Did the snow start yet? Did it?”… although it never had. “That’s good,” I would think. “If it starts closer to 4 or 5 am then it’s worse because the plows can’t clear it all off in time”.
Alarm rang at 5:30. Looked outside. Nothing.
Environment Canada! Why hast thou forsaken me?
The radio is now reporting that we will get 10 cm. of snow, which will then turn to rain, bla bla bla. NOT GOOD ENOUGH, ENVIRONMENT!
Every hour or so I find something else that makes me cry. I know she’s in “a better place” now and that she’s no longer suffering– but *I* am sad because *I* miss her. I will never hear her singing again.
We got home last night– I slept today until 1 pm. I haven’t gotten dressed yet, and it’s nearly 7 pm. I am a lazy slothful person.
She decided last night. Around the time that I posted that last entry, actually. She had her children all around her; they had time to say their goodbyes. Her last words were “Oh, I’m going to be alright”. She was bright and alert up until the end.
Rob is staying here this time. My mother, sister and I are leaving in about 20 minutes. My brother will come tomorrow. The funeral will be on Wednesday.
Not sure when I’ll be back; knowing my father it will be Wednesday night or Thursday morning. Thanks to those of you who have commented or emailed. We were very lucky to have her for the time that we did.