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Thursday, October 30, 2014

Making It Up As I Go Along #595

First update in several weeks.  It’s the longest I’ve gone without doing anything blog wise.  I hadn’t posted for weeks before but, even then, had been saving drafts showing things I’d done on given days.  This time I didn’t touch it.  Parents here for a few weeks, followed by going straight back to work… and I decided to let it sit a while.

So no weekly.  Just, in brief, had a good Thanksgiving break with family in town.  Much more of a relaxed visit than most trips my parents make.  Join up with some cousins and an uncle and aunt for a bit too.  And deal with the fallout of the shooting at Parliament.  Not much else going on.


November Dread
I’m beginning to dread November. 

I’ve never had any real issue with the month in the past.  It’s a time for hockey, both on my TV set or, as a kid, running the streets among friends.  A time for comfy fleeces and warm cups of soup. 

But now it’s also Movember.  Oh how I’m hoping that silliness to fade off into the shadows of time.  I haven’t heard anything about it so far this year… and being October 30, that gives hints of hope to me.  But still I expect it to come.  To bombard us with wisps upon lips… all under the guise of cancer research.

The cause is good.  But we’re in an age of constant causes.  And it’s no longer people taking it upon themselves to give towards a cause they feel strongly about.  No, now they have to make a production out of it.  Waving and begging “Look at me! I’m doing good in the world!”

It’s cynical I know, but society is becoming too caught up in gaining personal recognition for worthy causes.  And seriously… Movember? Do we have to rename perfectly good months with stupidity like that?  Plus I’ve seen too much of those that miss the point. 

I have seen guys growing mustaches in November but they made no effort to gain sponsors.  Raising no money at all for cancer research. 

“So what are you doing growing the mustache?” I asked.

“It raises awareness.” They said.

Quite a revolution against cancer that is… you putting down the razor for a month will save the world.

Of course, there are other examples of this now as well.  The Ice Bucket Challenge took over Facebook and Twitter for most of a month.  How much good clean water was dumped down the drain in order to raise money for ALS?  Corner stores sold out of bags of ice simply so they could be dumped into a bucket of water for three seconds before getting thrown over a head and to the ground.  Surely, if a video feed of the thousands of people doing this was sent to a third world nation where water was consumed from mud puddles, they would look at us in horror. 

There’s just too much sponsor requests going on now.  I’ve seen bikers for cancer (pay me to ride my motorcycle).  Hair cuts for cancer (pay me to shave my head).  And 24 hour runs for the cure (which, for too many, amounts to an overnight drinkfest at an athletic track).

I give money to causes.  And I think it’s good that other people give money or volunteer as well.  I’m just tired of everything becoming a “look at me” event.   There are some who now devote so much time to canvasing for these causes, that their life appears to be nothing but jumping from one event to the next.  One month dumping ice water over their head… the next month growing a mustache… two months later their head is shaved and, when spring time comes, they break out their motorcycle for the season… but ask you for money to ride it, all in the name of charity. 

Not everything in this world needs to become a shared video.  It really is ok to do something for others without calling attention to yourself in the process.   And, for the love of God… mustache or no, please give November its name back.  

Monday, October 06, 2014

Making It Up As I Go Along #594

Fall Sundays
Memories of teenage years
A gathering in parking lot rinks
Teammates and opponents
Walking together
Shouldered nets, pads and sticks
Discussing teen importance along the way
School drama, action movies and girls

Hours of hockey follow
Best three of five series
Having jerseys of all kinds running the asphalt
Oiler white a teammate of Canadien red
Maple Leaf versus Canuck
Red Wing and Nordique with the pass n’ play

And as dusk closes in the games end
Gear removed and packed up again
Nets re-shouldered
And the trek back home
Teammates and opponents all friends again
Discussing the games best plays
Analyzing the outcomes
And a return to discussion of school, movies and girls

Through the door I’m blasted
A wall of heat blankets me from the sweaty autumn cold
Cooked dinner wafting through the house
Chicken, turkey, roast
Each week brings a different fragrance.
Welcoming me through the door
Bringing calming ease to the hectic day

My best friend excitedly welcomes
Ears pinned back while tail wags
Jumping to my thigh before dropping back to all fours
Sniffing around my hockey bag
Learning of my day by way of nose
While a mellow uncle wanders with mug in hand
Asking for hockey highlights
Before walking away when his fill is met

A plate of raw carrots handed over
Chopped up with mothers hands
Knowing those of the cooked variety
Would lay untouched upon my dish
I take my pre-meal snack downstairs
Chomping a bite before asking dad for the score
The football watched innocently
For love of team rather than the money of modern bets
And it’s the Canadian variety that we’re watching
NFL ignored, dad catches me up on what brought us to this place
The touchdowns of the first half
An interception that swayed the momentum

I plunk down upon the sofa nodding
And update him on my street hockey career
Telling of the shutout I got
Playing out a replay of a glove save
All told with the expectation that Montreal may still call on me
My street hockey being fantasy minor leagues
Secretly scouted from cars by old Hab legends

And to this day I’m transported back
From a different town
In a different age
But Fall Sundays remain entrenched
As I wander up to my kitchen
Swearing I can detect the aroma
Of an ovened roast
Prepared twenty-five years ago.



MONDAY…
--- Monday on a Monday at work.  The pain of such things is at least reduced with the ability to wear jeans for charity. 

TUESDAY…
--- Lunch across with Shannon.  First time we’ve done it in months.  The cafeteria is really reducing.  Very little choice of food compared to even a year or two ago.  One type of wrap.  Burgers.  And today’s special… spaghetti.  That works fine for me.  But poor Shannon.

WEDNESDAY…
--- Fairly regular night shift. 

THURSDAY…
--- Pizza night.  Mona and I split a Louis’ Pizza.  Work has to be a pretty good time with that to be eaten.

FRIDAY…
--- Lay fairly low.  Go to the eye care place to look at getting my frames fixed/repaired.  Lucky to have it fall under the warrantee.  A small walk and most of the time just hanging around the house.  Relaxing.

SATURDAY…
--- Laundry day.  And TV watching as the rain is falling outside. 
--- Evening hockey pool draft goes fairly well. 

SUNDAY…
--- The big draft tonight in hockey pool land.  Our office keeper league picks tonight.  I guess I do OK in the draft.  As good as I could considering the trades I made last season.   But I need things to go right with some player development for me to get in the money this season.

MONDAY…
--- Back to the eye care place to get my new frames done.  Much better fit again. 

--- Look into the cell phone thing.  My contract is running out and I have to figure out what to do.  Back to Telus? Over to Rogers? iPhone 6? LG phone?  HTC? The head spins with phone stuff.