Not much to say. Going back over to my mother's Friday. She'll be in Vancouver but I'm going to hang the Christmas lights for them. First opening shift at the gas station Sunday. Have to be there by quarter to five in the morning. Staff Christmas dinner is on the twentieth. My dad and I have been joking around, thinking of taking some of that fake snow that comes in spray cans and putting Bah Humbug across the giant windows. It would be different We don't really celebrate Christmas, we're more of Solstice people. Sure, we do the gift exchange, and the big dinner, but it doesn't mean anything for us. My parents were raised Catholics, but as soon as they moved out and were able to make their own decisions as to their religion, they dropped it. As far as I know, they haven't set foot in a church in three(?) decades. Except for funerals. And maybe weddings.


My first teacher died on November 24th. She taught me how to speak French in kindergarten and grade 1. Kindergarten, we did this year long project and hatched chicken eggs. Everyone got a little chick to take care of in class until their owner had the coop built for them. I think I still have a picture of her somewhere. The last time I spoke to her was maybe two years ago and she didn't mention anything about having cancer. Maybe it developed after. My first day in her class, she let me hide behind her all day and brought one of her canaries out of it's cage. I can't remember the bird's name anymore, but she had them in mated pairs. She even had little froggies. I think it was grade one, I can't remember, but one of the birds escaped its cage and we had to keep the door closed all day. It was hilarious. Every time someone had to go to the bathroom, we had to make noise near the door to get it to go to the other side of the room so that they could get out and come back. Sorry, I bawled my eyes out when a friend posted it on facebook.

I think I'll sign off now. I got off work late and haven't slept much recently.