Monday, November 18, 2013

Life has not thrown any oranges my way.


This is the hardest time of the year.

The days are rapidly getting shorter. It seems like darkness consumes most of our waking hours.

School is getting tedious. Why am I even doing this? Is there a point in stressing over this paper that I have lost all interest in?

I just want someone to remind me that good times still exists. I am having fun on the regular; only an hour ago I was dancing to the Irish Rovers with Ali and talking about personified blueberries with Nicole. Yet throughout all this enjoyment, lingering in the back of my mind is that dark space that keeps my consciousness aware of the exams that are quickly encroaching upon us.

There are just 22 days until I land on my home soil. It's been a long time, but 22 days is not very many. There are so many things that I can't wait to do. There are the obvious things that involve mountains and exploration, the things that include my beloved family, and the things that incorporate spending time with my long-time friends. But then there's the strangest of things that I, for whatever reason, cannot wait to experience again. One of which is to drive down the Upper Levels Highway past the Westview exit as the windshield wipers fight at full speed to keep the visibility free of impairing raindrops.

I just did handstands against the fridge in my kitchen and laughed uncontrollably over the Black Eyed Peas' song "My Humps". University's reputation for being a lot of fun is certainly not untrue; however, it has its moments of merciless cruelty.

Keep in mind that my last weekend was spent doing a myriad of fun activities and an absence of scholarly activities. Today was spent, in part, with the three-week-old brother of one of my roommates in my arms. And this weekend is forecasted as being spent in Antigonish on a farm. From the sounds of it, I am living the dream.

Life has given me lemons, and I am making lemonade. But I'm tired of lemonade. I'm craving orange juice, and life has not thrown any oranges my way.


An irrelevant video except that I saw Said The Whale recently, and it's really cute.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

60 Years


Dear Grandma and Grandpa,

Today marks your 21,900th day of marriage, not including the additional days accumulated throughout the leap years. That is a lot of days!

As a child, I was fortunate enough to have you play a significant role in my life. Despite the over 1000 kilometres that lay between us, we usually managed to see each other a couple times per year, at least. When I was younger, all I can remember is that I loved seeing my grandparents because they had this fun duck hunt game, they always made for a good game of cards, and they spoiled us silly. Then, as I got older, I started to appreciate my grandparents for the crazy stories they have of my mother and her siblings in their childhoods. And I loved learning from the vast amounts of knowledge they had to share. Only in the past few years, I would say, I have come to appreciate the incredible amount of love that my grandparents have for each other.

Sometimes it's not quite so obvious, like when Grandma is shouting at Grandpa, "Joe, you're worse than the kids", or when they're in a scuffle because one of them was ready to leave the casino before the other.

Once I asked Grandpa if he loved Grandma, and his response was, "some days". This may be the only lie I've ever heard my Grandfather tell.

I love to watch how Grandma and Grandpa know absolutely everything about one another. Grandma can tell you exactly how much evaporated milk to put in Grandpa's coffee. And Grandpa can list off all the foods that Grandma won't eat. It's the little things that prove how much you care about each other.

I'm always amazed that Grandpa can keep track of Grandma's 7 siblings, their spouses, children, grandchildren, and even great-grandchildren. I guess a sharp memory, along with spending 60 years together would help with that.

On this special day, I want to thank you for the amazing amounts of love you've given each other. I want to thank you for teaching my mother how to love, and for teaching me how to love.

November 2nd, 1953 is a day for the history books. Just look at the legacy you've created together since then. Three children, ten grandchildren, and six great-grandchildren, probably with more to come. None of this would exist if you hadn't exchanged vows on that precious day. So thank you kindly for doing so! And congratulations!




Happy Anniversary to you!


Infinite amounts of love coming your way,
your youngest Granddaughter