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January 29th, 2006

  1. The Great Bung-Out of 2006

    January 29, 2006 by Gail

    It continues. And it continues to amaze me… what with its sheer volume, and all. But I’m beginning to see the bedroom carpet again, so it looks like I’m making progress.

    Some things I don’t know what to do with yet. For example, I found a largish box of Star Wars paraphernalia, with parts of R2D2 and pieces of spacecraft. But then there are the action figures — a 14-inch tall Han Solo staring at me, daring me to put him on eBay.

    “Go on, sister,” in his sultry young Harrison Ford voice.

    “Just try and auction me off. You know you want to keep me.”

    Well, sure I do, Han. I might’ve been five years old when you hit the big screen, and you’re currently dating a woman who has to shop in the children’s department at Saks, but you’re still my favourite intergalactic character.

    The box o’ Star Wars remains at one side, until further notice. (more…)

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  2. Saturday’s Shades

    January 29, 2006 by Gail

    Saturday's shades

    Mister Rogers would agree, it’s a beautiful day in the neighbourhood (only, he’d drop the extra Queen’s English ‘u’). Not content with more photos of my street’s power lines, I headed further up East Mountain from my house this time to capture the setting sun from higher ground. (more…)

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  3. David at 17: The Journal Assignment

    January 29, 2006 by Gail

    [This entry sat in draft mode for a few hours -- I had an unexpected visitor!]

    During my recent excavations, I made a small discovery: it appears to be a writing assignment for David’s last year of high school. It’s a bunch of writing on looseleaf paper with no headers or full dates. David’s handwriting looked the same to me, so at first I didn’t know how old it could be. After a bit of reading it became clear it was David at 17 years old, and it was an assignment… hence all the complaining. It may not be complete — all the papers in these boxes are loose — but I assembled the batches and tried to discern an order among the multiple numbering systems (this is David, after all).

    I took the sheaf of papers to bed along with my books last night and read them all the way through, laughing at sections. Getting to know my husband 20 years before I met him is a bit of a revelation; it’s a glimpse into the mind of a 17-year old boy. (It’s been so long since I knew any!) It’s not a personal journal, after all, so I can’t report anything particularly scintillating or revealing, but its very mundaneness is amusing in itself. Casting my mind back to my own teenage years in comparison, I’m sure the juicy bits were few and far between, too. (I’ll have to ask Kimberly, we’d been pen pals for 7 years by then.)

    David briefly mentioned a journal, but I didn’t think to try and dig it up in the days when he was too sick to read. I would’ve read it out loud to him, for laughs. I’ll include some entries here, now and again.

    I like this one, for example: (more…)

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