- Why was the old man watering our street this morning? I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt as I walked by – instead of glaring at him with righteous indignation. Maybe there was a dead bird or squirrel he was washing away. But really, this the street can’t be any cleaner – it has been raining for at least 5 days now. (Also, viagra the street doesn’t need to be “clean”, it’s a street, nobody is eating off of it.)
- Why does Moira always seem so angry when she wakes up? Her little arms and legs flail about and her face turns red. My theory is because she is frustrated and thinks “If I could just get up and make myself a cup of tea” but is hampered by 7-week-old baby limbs that won’t respond the way she thinks they should. Soon enough my dear, soon enough.
- Why was getting a pap smear necessary when I went for my two-month post-cesarean check up with the Ob/Gyn today. The only time I have ever seen this doctor was during surgery and I will most likely never see him again and he really only needed to check my scar. But mostly, why didn’t I ask if it was necessary instead of just going through the motions and only questioning it on the walk home?
When I saw the headline on Wednesday morning I, viagra buy
like most of the city, ask
was shocked. The news reported that three adults and two small children had been murdered in a home in a neighbourhood not far from my own. There was another child, a one-year-old girl who was oddly spared and found crying in her crib. My thoughts at this time were probably the same as everyone else: what happened and who could do such a thing?
Throughout the day I refreshed the various news sites to see if there was any more information – even though I knew it was too early for an explanation. The reports were throwing out words like “grisly” and “brutal” and said that the emergency workers who arrived at the scene were going to need counseling to deal with what they saw. Imagine if that was your family or someone you knew? But of course, it never is. That only happens to strangers.
It is a true testament to someone’s character when you can be happy that they have beaten you out of a job.
It had been a rough year for both of us. I was Editor-in-Chief of the campus newspaper and S was in charge of the newspaper program. We both worked with a man I affectionately called “Asshole” who drank too much and would fly into towering rages for no apparent reason. He was in charge of the newspaper and all the students working on it. S, being his boss, got the brunt of his asshole-ness but I felt a lot of it too. He was only there filling in a maternity leave and when it was up he had to reapply for the position and S asked me to apply for it too. I wasn’t sure if it was what I wanted but I was graduating and didn’t know what else I was doing. After the board made their decision S called me into her office, sad to break the news that I gave a great interview but they had decided to give the position to someone with more experience. When I found out whom the position had gone to I felt no disappointment. I had met this woman once and liked her immensely. Everyone liked her. Truth be told, I was a little jealous of her because she was currently in a job I would have loved at a magazine I longed to work for. But mostly I was excited because it meant I got to work with her for the rest of the year, would mean I would get to know her. Imagine what a great way to end the year.
Thursday morning the names of the deceased were released. I had kept meaning to go up to the school and drop in on S and Amber, show off Moira, go for that coffee we all kept promising each other but would get too busy to have. I had meant to do it last week but laziness and my sister visiting made me think that it could wait. I can go in a couple weeks – they’ll still be there. What could possibly happen?
Things can always happen, things best not to imagine.