I have seen some stuff in my time.....

Mom and I loaded up Dad's truck with junk fro their basement and headed up to the dump the other day. We threw in doors, old window frames, a lot of garbage. The pan was full but not for long. We headed up the dirt road instead of taking the highway for fear of losing anything out of the back of her. As we passed the salvage yard we noticed something in the distance on the side of the road. As we got closer we realized it was a pair of boots. We both thought nothing of it but as we got closer we noticed a "body" and I figured a friend of mine had rigged up a "body", thrown it down by the side of the road to frighten the life out of people. Yes, I have friends with a sick sense of humour. But I have it too. So that's where my mind went.
As we passed the "body" Mom and I both noticed hair on it and that's when I thought "oh no it is a real body, not a fake". So I stopped the truck with Mom telling me to keep going and I backed it up to this person. I got out of the truck and as I walked around the corner of the pan I heard Mom yelling "he's breathing, let's go". But I kept going because after what I have been through I am not afraid of anything any more.
As I rounded the truck, a veil was pulled back from the man's face and he looked at me and I said "what the f*@! are you doing on the side of the road?" I have great bedside manner. He replied casually " I was meditating". Meditating?! Meditating? On the side of a dirt road which leads to the dump? What the f@#! was this guy thinking? I knew then he was in need of mental help. I told him I did not think it was a good idea and maybe he should "meditate" up near Stuckless's offices. He said "I will meditate where I want to". I told him to go ahead but it is not very meditative to get run over by an ATV that comes barrelling down over this road. He said "Meditative? What a good word" and he lid back down and covered his face in a white veil.
I got back in the truck and shook my head. I have officially seen it all.

Fragility

I titled this blog Your Life Is For Rent because I believe and this week I got another reminder of how true that statement is. Feelings from last summer are erupting again, they come and go but I know I am one of the lucky ones. What determines who stays and who goes? Is it random? Is there nothing we can do about it?
We try and eat right, exercise, treat people right but does that do anything to prevent the inevitable at times? Probably not. Depressing but true yet we still do those things to increase our chances for a longer life. How could we not? I wish I could understand more of this dilemma but that's not in the cards for any of us. I just finished reading two books by Mary Roach - Stiff- the Curious Lives of Human Cadavers and Spook -Science Tackles the Afterlife. Both excellent books but I know most of you will not read them. Not sure why I am into this kind of thing but I always have been, even as a little girl. The first book talks alot about donating (or not) your body to science and what cadavers have done over the years to help the living, to push medicine forward. The second book is a quest to find out if there is an afterlife. The author ends up believing there is but she did not find the proof (her being a scientist) that she needed to confirm such a belief.
If there is we won't know it until we pass. Frustrating but true. If there isn't then we won't care much about it, how could we if we have already passed? Morbid topic for today but all of this has been running through my head (scary or what?) and if I write here maybe I can release some of it into the ether.
Do you believe in an afterlife?

Work......

Going into my second week of work. I love my job and the people on my team at work are great, amazing. This past week I got to talk to people at some of the MFRC's across Canada including St. Johns. It made me homesick hearing their voices there. But what wonderful people at all of the MFRC's that I have come into contact with!! I wish I did not have to manage home and work but don't we all?
Jacob's best friend is visiting us this week - what a time they are having! They have done Canada Day on Parliament Hill, they have gone to the Canadian Mint for a tour, shopped for rocks and heavy metals, saw Transformers2 and they spent 2 hours in the pool in Russell today. Fun is their motto!
I had a physical doen on Friday, yearly thing. I have carpel tunnel in both wrists. Sad but true. I need 2 splints, oh joy oh bliss oh love divine! I had an internal done, always fun. She checked my whole body, even my feet for skin cancer - no signs! Yah. I need more flexibility so I have to work in some yoga or pilates. My diet and exercise was great other than the need for more weight lifting and the flexible stuff. She figures I need to mix up my workouts so that I confuse my body and drop my extra weight. I will try. It seems I have been on that treadmill an awful lot with no real weight loss results. I know my heart is in better shape but I would like to see those pounds go. Anyone suggest a good DVD for yoga or pilates? Also she told me to try the GI Diet which I have heard of but never tried. It's supposed to be good for the ticker too so I will try it.
So I am supposed to lift weights with carpel tunnel and make myself into a pretzel but other than that I am fine! HA
My doc also asked all about Jason. She wanted to know how things were at home. I told her about him not being the same, similar but not the same and she asked me if it was just as easy to love this Jason and I did not even have to think - of course it is!! He is still funny, witty, sarcastic - all the things I loved. Just not as talkative, more introverted than before. He wishes it would end and he would be the same way he was before but it has only been a year and he has made such a successful recovery so far. I know he is still recovering and will continue to do so. We have to be patient, he has to be patient. It is hard sometimes but we both know how lucky we are.