March 12, 2002

My drivers license expires next week on my birthday, so I had to head down to a Ministry Of Transportation office this morning and have a new mug shot taken. I haven't changed that much in 5 years, I don't think, but I guess the province has to assume that we all take new forms and shapes in the span of a half decade. Still, in the current photo my hair is sticking out in every which way, so this has got to be an improvement when the new one arrives. Could be worse; could be my passport photo, taken a day or too after I was badly sunburned. Lobster-boy, at your service.

Two years ago tomorrow, already, since Dad died. Like all memorable events, it at once feels like it was both yesterday and such a long time ago that it happened. It's been long enough a wait, I think, to ask his wife for things that were his from before she was in his life. You know, minor things like my childhood memories and family history. Slides, pictures, books, memorabilia. When we finally move into the house, I will send her a nice letter requesting said items.

Speaking of the house, I took a drive out to the site this morning after I renewed my license. I had a few hours to kill before I had to come into work (the power was off at the school until 11:30am) so I ventured east to see if any progress has been made. Everything is still mostly mud, though some of the mud has been shaped into the semblance of a street, complete with fire hydrants and stakes indicating the edge of the roadway and the lot divisions. I was able to see precisely where in the mud our new house will be built. This seeming lack of progress is mildly disconcerting, even though I know that nothing is really going to be started until next month and we won't take possession until November. Perhaps once the actual road is in place I'll feel a bit better.

Now! I want my new house now!

*Sigh*

Continuing with our theme of filler, Elle sent me 2 other page numbers from All About Me as "backup". Whee! More brutal honesty. One today, one tomorrow or later in the week. Today: Page 19. Family. Hoo boy.

Three things you dislike about your mother: Dislike is such a strong word. Can we use Pet Peeve instead?

1. She'll keep pestering me to do something I don't really want to do until I actually do it.
2. She automatically thinks she's done something wrong if something doesn't work. (Computer, car, whatever.)
3. She beats me at cards sometimes.

Three things you dislike about your father: Apart from the fact that he's been dead for 2 years?

1. He wasn't the best father at times. One time, I had borrowed his game of Risk! to take to school for our gamers club to play at lunch. Instead of asking me when I was bringing it home, he wrote Risk! on the bathroom mirror with the soap.
2. He always took my sisters side in family disputes (or so it seems in my memory.)
3. He basically ignored me for a few years after my parents divorce. Never invited me to his wedding; never told me about my Grandpa's death.

Which question felt easier to answer? [ ] Mother [ ] Father. That's a no-brainer. Father. Boys always have issues with their fathers; didn't you know that you silly book?

Character or physical traits you inherited from your father: Egads, where should I begin? Sense of humour, my laugh, love of creatures and creature comforts, cooking, jazz, being on the open water, eyes, hair, height. I'm sure there's more that I'm forgetting.

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