Back to work...

I'm back from the service for my Grandfather.  I took the bus back to BC, which worked out quite well.  I got to travel through many of the places he lived and worked, watching the mountains and the rails.  I'll transcribe my other note that I made during the trip a little later.  It was nice to see my cousins and Great Uncle and Auntie.  They are the last two of that generation left.

Service on Wednesday

Heading to Vernon for my Grandfathers memorial.  I know he had a long life, it's just sad he is gone.  It is also upsetting that he passed not due to "old age" but cancer.

I haven't had much sailing stuff going on for a couple weeks.  I have been trying to put together a little training class for us all, but the first run at it was way to dry and boring.  So I'm going to have us all take the little "quiz" from a book I found in a used bookstore (Sell Up and Sail) so we can gauge a little better why it is we want to do this or even IF we want to do this.  Their little test calculates what they refer to as the "Ulysses Quotient" and asks questions about work, life, hobbies etc.  I did it a few years ago, but I think it will be good for us all to go through.

Liking the idea of something can be far different than actually living the idea.  This should be a good place to start.

Tough Fall.

I chatted with my old friend last night.  It meant that I didn't get a whole lot of sleep, but that is OK.  His mom passed away yesterday.  He made it back out to Brooks in time and got to visit for a couple days, which was great.  But it certainly doesn't make it any easier.

I remember when I would go over to visit, how she had no problem having us help out with whatever chores needed doing.  Time in their pool.  Trips out on the lake.  She had a overall positive view on things, and it always looked to me that she was very pragmatic.

It made this mornings workout hard though.  I couldn't push to keep my heart rate over 135 for my cardio, and I didn't have the push to do the leg work after.

It just seems that there are all these flags, reminding me that we are indeed mortal.  That the time we have here is a finite resource and along with deciding what we want to do we need to be looking at who we want to be.  I don't think anyone sets out to be "Famous Guy, the A**hole" but it happens.

Meh, tired.  I need to head out and do some more door inspections/repairs.  It is sad that something as simple as a door can be made so complex just so we don't have to push it open and closed....

Service Date Set

The service for Grandpa John will be on Sept 14, a Wednesday.  We will have to take the time off work/school to go.

And I have heard that this morning that the mom of my long-time friend Shane has passed away.

I didn't think I needed this much of a reminder that I am mortal......  :-(