…replaced on my roof about a year after a major hailstorm ripped through north Regina and punched machine-gun holes in most houses’ siding in our neighbourhood. (Our next door neighbours just got their siding done this week!)
In a weird way, this was perfect timing as our house had original shingles that were end-of-life so having them paid for by insurance was awesome.
And I’m not super-afraid of heights but our roof has a very steep pitch so kudos to the people who do roofing as I’d probably crap my pants up there!
Managed to pop over to see a bit of Sasha’s year-end track and field meet during my lunch hour today. My folks were in so they were also able to swing by then even got to give Sasha a ride home after.
It’s always ironic than when my life is the busiest – work, home, family – both immediate and extended, camping, volunteer stuff, medical appointments, helping my parents, etc. etc. etc. – is when I’m most likely to end up not doing daily blog posts (I frequently miss a day but then do it the following morning. But I should probably get that reversed and *proactively* write tomorrow’s post today so I’m always ahead by one. But I sometimes like the ability to be timely with the day’s news or whatever.)
Anyhow, that’s neither here nor there other than to say I haven’t posted since last Music Monday while a busy week has gone by in between.
It’s that small town thing where we’re all connected – Renee’s dad was a music teacher and even played guitar at my sister’s wedding ceremony. Her mom worked in an office I visited twice a year (or more often if I had a cavity!) ;-). Mr. Carleton also taught English though I never had him which is too bad as he was just a brilliant guy all around – one of if not my favourite teachers of all-time.
I happened to have a random conversation with Renee’s older sister just a few weeks ago and got an update on Renee’s health among other things – she talked about her sister’s health not being great but also her constant positivity and optimism. Obviously she had no clue of what was about to happen a few weeks later and it’s an eerie conversation in retrospect.
It’s weird that my most vivid memory of Renee is her singing this song solo at some band concert in high school and thinking how brave she was to stand alone in that spotlight.
Can’t find it now but whoever posted this (likely on Reddit?) said this reminds them of the random silly amazingness of the early days of the Internet before a handful of tech giants controlled pretty much all content and discourse (and yes, I know there’s irony saying that since this is a YouTube video!)
When he was born, I was trying to take a photo of him with an “Oscar The Grouch” doll I bought Shea regularly. (We called Pace “Oscar the Grouch” in utero as he was often “grumpy”.)
I didn’t it every year like I had hoped but still fun to look back on…
