I'VE HAD DEAD PEOPLE ON MY MIND LATELY.

I mean dead people who at one point in my life were very alive to me, and who just vanished, expired, went on to the next life...

Wherever they went, in our physical, limited dimension realm, they ceased to exist.

I could not tease them, hug them, admire them, hate them, love them, whatever them any more, in the form in which they had existed. They died. And I continued to live, in this form.

And this has happened to us all.

And a lot of these people almost disappear from our consciousness, save for occupying some tiny space in our tiny brains, rarely remembered but never forgotten.

These names will mean nothing to you, but I'm talking about:

Lee Rowson (childhood buddy struck by lightning, 1975 or so). Workmate Anna Geddes (breast cancer, 2003). Peter Berendse (former girlfriend's brother, motorcycle accident, 1973).

Ron Bonin (brother's best buddy, HIV-AIDS, 1980). Julia Young (beautiful college mate, breast cancer). Firnie Coppens (best friend's dad, heart attack, May 29, 1980). Georgiana Fisette (grandmother, old age).

LEE ROWSON

GEORGIANA FISETTE

I'm also, though, talking about people who didn't die physically, but who disappeared from our lives, never to be seen again, but still worth remembering...or impossible to forget.

People who still resonate with us...the first girlfriend/boyfriend, the teacher of terror, the marvellous mentor.

The girl you connected with on your big trip and never saw again, the guy you met in a bar and never heard from again.

People you find yourself, for no reason or for every reason, asking: "I wonder what ever happened to them?"

People who touched you, who had some impact, good or bad, who faded away...but not completely.

People like:

Sylvie Cowlie (high school hottie). Joanne Van der Graf (first "encounter"). Paulette Hauser (best high school female friend). Pat Keelan (Nerdy college guy). Gerry Bolin (high school teacher).

PAT KEELAN

There's no real point to this, except to say that I think about all these people and many more from time to time, and I assume others think of people they crossed paths with, in a big or small way.

And I like that I do.

Life isn't all about looking forward and where you're going, I believe.

It's about also looking back, and still having a sense of wonder about what went before and knowing what happened then set the direction for the path you're on now.

And part of that wonder has to be about the people that have come before...and sometimes are now gone. But not forgotten.

The Abominable Snowman

FOR THOSE OF YOU WONDERING, I CAN SAFELY REVEAL THAT THE ABOMINABLE SNOWMAN OF BLOGGING DOES, IN FACT, STILL EXIST.

I have photographic evidence.

He visited my place last Thursday night, emerging from the shadows to show himself, as ugly and incredibly verbose as he is.

And he had a couple of drinks while he terrorized my sanity and my apartment. Go figure.

At first, he hid in the shadows.

Eventually, however, he showed himself and consumed smoked oysters, pickled peppers, pickles, crackers, pickled onions and a partridge in a pear tree. And he bored me beyond belief.
He tried to frighten me, to no avail.

Nothing he does surprises me or frightens me any more. I just put it down to his unique existence as some lost link between history and the future, between morals and moribundity, between culture and craziness.

Eventually, once he realized he could not confound me with his ridiculous rhetoric and his idiotic ideals and his brilliant bravado, he calmed down and we were able to converse in our eerily strange Winnipeg dialect.


I know he was effusive before, and he's elusive now.




His name is Homo Escapeons, just Donn with a ridiculous two "n's" to me. I believe he will be back to blog so he can spur on his species and make other ridiculous claims.





But keep in mind he is a wild and often incredibly stupid hominid, by most standards, despite his alluring ardour and outrageous outrageousness.




He doesn't clean up after himself and leaves stains all over my sink.


But he DOES exist. For now, that's all you need to know.

High School and stuff

MY SON ASKED IF HE COULD BORROW MY CAMERA.

He wanted to take pictures of one of his female friends -- one of his best bud's girlfriends -- playing soccer, or as the other-worlders call it in the great beyond, football.

Of course I said yes.

But as the pictures he and his friends took below suggest, and this is absolutely no surprise to me, 15-year-old boys may think they're turning into men but they're still boys, no matter how you look at it.

If they ever become men, it probably won't be until they're 30, if they're lucky.

Sure, he hooked up with his first "high-school" girlfriend in the first week.

She was a cute little thing, but I think far more than his tiny male brain, which probably contains about eight cells, could handle, control or otherwise with all those hormones hogging the spotlight.

They split after two days, I think, a record even in my books and estimation, because she was kind of playing him against one of his best friends, it appears. His head, as is often the case, exploded.

Friend or girl? Friend or girl?

I'm glad and proud of him that he chose friend. He has school to adjust to, and that's one thing. A girl that's going to drive him crazy? Uh-uh.

When he first told me about her, it was like, "Dad, I've never felt this way before about a girl. She's beautiful."

"Slow down," I told him before I drove them to their first movie together. "Things may not be what they seem to be."

Two days later, I would find out after the fact, they were history. He's single again, at least last time I heard.

Anyway, he seems fine now, back with his buds, and isn't that right for the Hill of Hormones that he is? So he took my camera. And this is what he and some of his friends saw and captured.

It doesn't surprise me one bit that the guys ended up on the swings and monkey bars and all that while the game wore on...

One final note to his first couple of weeks of high school.

The school is just a 5-minute walk from my apartment.

Well guess who hasn't been showing up here and eating me out of house and home while I'm at work and he's on a spare. And with at least one of his friends in tow.

They eat and eat and eat. Then they eat some more.

I've been filling up on goopy microwave fast food thingies like pizza and pasta, you know, those pre-packaged things that cost about $3 or $4 each.

Two apiece, they've been having. That's $12-$14 a day. And they've been eating my cold-cuts and anything else that's edible, if they can figure out how to cook it or slice it and dice it.

I love that he's coming here, despite the mess he leaves.

But I think I'M the one who's cooked.

Brain Cramps, Writers' Block or...whatever

I'M EITHER DEVELOPING A MONSTER BRAIN CRAMP...

OR I HAVE A MAJOR DOSE OF WRITERS' BLOCK.

EITHER WAY, I THINK I NEED TO TAP ON MY KEYBOARD LESS.

AND GET OUT AND DO OTHER THINGS MORE.

I FEEL A BIT LIKE A BLOTTED OUT BLOGGER AT THE MOMENT.

I need to lighten up and brighten up and go seek out the sun and have some fun.

I have to escape and get in shape and take a break for my own sake.

I'll be around in the background

May visit you, say howdy-doo

Until that time, here's to ALL OF YOU.