February 8, 2010
Vancouver – all wrapped up for the Olympics
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February 4, 2010
Vancouver 2010 – 8 sleeps!
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Yesterday I went to the Bay to pick up a Canada hoodie for my niece Lola (and one for me). The Olympic store was packed!! But it was a good kind of packed – people were happy and helpful (the customers) and well staffed and the staff were pleasant and helpful and smiling – very out of character for the Bay!
And this good spirit seems to be permeating throughout the city, which is great – banners are flying, buildings are wrapped with Olympic logos and artist renditions of winter sports, volunteers and staff in their distinctive turquoise uniforms are on the street – the world descends on our fair city in 8 sleeps and I am excited!
There has been a lot of criticism of how Vanoc has conducted themselves, of how too much money has been spent, of how the money should have been spent on the homeless situation in Vancouver (how many times to people have to be told that it was NEVER an either/or situation), of how corrupt the entire organisation is, etc. So tired of hearing it.
The games are coming. 250,000 people ARE COMING. There will be events and concerts and ceremonies and skating and FUN to be had by all. Will it be incovenient? Hell yes it will. Traffic will be stupid and busses will be crowded. Restaurants will be packed and our day to day life will not be normal.
But so what???
It’s 2 weeks. 14 bloody days. NOT the end of the world.
And such a unique experience – get out there, enjoy, celebrate our fantastic city and all that it has to offer. Go to as many of the events and activities and EXPERIENCES as you can.
I know I will and I will be loving it!
8 more sleeps …
February 2, 2010
she ate my iPod but she still got cake!
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February 2, 2010
She’s 2!
Posted by finn644 under CUTE!, Happy Birthday Scout!, Scout, my dogs | Tags: birthdays, destructo-puppy, Scout, she's 2! |[4] Comments
She has eaten too many shoes to count, including 3 pair of hand-tooled Fluevogs, 4 purses, a lap-top, a $2,500 hand built down filled couch, my coffee table, all the knobs off my armoire, a dozen or so books, my entire design magazine collection, a cell phone, 3 pair of scissors, 2 knives (handles), 2 down-filled pillows – THAT was actually quite funny – feathers EVERYWHERE!
But I love her funny face and she is hands down the best snuggler on the planet – Happy Birthday Scout, let’s hope the terrible two’s were what got us here . . .
February 1, 2010
Sunday night
Posted by finn644 under Uncategorized | Tags: in my wee brain, Rob Lowe, Sunday Night, the Grammys |[2] Comments
I am flipping between the Grammys (painful, really) and Brothers & Sisters (Rob Lowe, sigh …) and can offer these observations:
- it has become painfully obvious that I am OLD – I don’t know most of the “music” on this show!
- Rob Lowe has aged so very well
- Michael Smith was ROBBED on Iron Chef America – um, what does Anthony Sabato Jr. know about food?
- Celine Dion CANNOT dance
- the wig people at ABC need some help
- Green Day make a Broadway musical cool
- Micheal Jackson’s kids are very WHITE (un-PC I know, but really? maybe he really didn’t bleach his skin because those children, while gorgeous, are very very white)
- Leonard Cohen’s lifetime achievement award got a mere mention at the beginning of Pink’s intro – I’m sorry, but Leonard Cohen, poet and songwriter extraordinaire deserves his own televised tribute – if nothing else one of the gazillion covers of hallelujah could have been performed – by Pink even?
- Rob Lowe is a very handsome man
- 3-D does not translate on television
- Adam Sandler just isn’t funny
- Steve Colbert, on the other hand, IS funny
- an ice cream sundae (butterscotch) would be quite delicious right now
- Taylor Swift, sadly, cannot really sing?
- it’s 11 o’clock so I should really get myself to bed – even if the Grammys aren’t over … really? how LONG is this thing anyway??
and one last thing – Rob Lowe? le sigh …
January 27, 2010
it’s not just me
Posted by finn644 under BAT SHIT CRAZY, SOCIOPATH, it's a small world | Tags: BAT SHIT CRAZY, CRAZY, small world, SOCIOPATH, SWF |1 Comment
back story: about 18 months ago I started a new job and right from the get-go the very person who had hired me was conspiring to have me fired – yeah, nice, I know – she would do things like only give me partial information on something and then read me the riot act when I didn’t do it properly; ”forget” to tell me things and then have things seriously FAIL and have it look like it was all my fault; literally bury critical documents and then “find” them at the 11th hour – shit like that – I cottoned on to what she was doing pretty quickly so was sure to always keep a CYA file on hand just in case
oh, and in the first few months we as an office went out for drinks after work – by 7 she was so unbelievable sh&t-faced that she was unable to feed herself – her parents were there – it was embarassing for all – after that what little respect I had had for her was gone
and so things continued
then the market crashed and she, together with another person in our office, started really stirring it up – taking private meetings, plotting the demise of us all, even going so far as to tell our receptionist in confidence and for her protection that she would likely be fired so she should be prepared - we were all walking around on tender hooks and the atmosphere in the office was unbelievably toxic
in the end it was her that left and we heaved a collective sigh of relief – even after I found the file she was keeping on me complete with resumes for my replacement
yeah, good times
anyway … moving on to the present … that was a year ago and things have been great ever since she left
which brings me to last night – I met a friend for a quick drink after work – he was in town for a meeting – another friend of his joined us (I had never met her and for the sake of this story let’s call her A) and after my friend left us two girls stayed and had another cocktail or two – we were the same age, worked in the same field, etc. – you know when you just click with someone??
well we were chatting and the subject of nightmare job stories came up – she shared hers and then I started to share mine – about 2 minutes in she stopped me – “what is her last name?” she asked of my former boss (let’s call her Ms. X) – I told her and she blanched, started to shake and tears welled up – turns out we have a psycho in common!!
about 10 years ago A and Ms. X worked at the same firm and became friends – Ms. X and her then boyfriend owned a house with a suite and asked A to be their tenant – “why not?”, A though – cheap rent, fun land lords, what could go wrong?? – A’s boss warned her not to, warned her that Ms. X was CRAZY but A did not heed the warnings – a few months in things went horribly wrong and Ms. X went completely psycho – so completely psycho that A moved her pets to her boyfriend’s place becasuse she was terrified that Ms. X would do something to them
can you imagine??
anyway, A moved out, Ms. X moved on from the firm (we think fired, but not sure) and they never spoke or saw each other again
CRAZY!!!!!
A’s physical reaction 10 years later was shocking – and reassuring to me knowing that no it was not me, Ms. X is a complete sociopath and CERTIFIABLY BAT-SHIT CRAZY
and the best part? I have made an awesome new friend!!
January 19, 2010
an “aha!” moment
Posted by finn644 under aha!, family, fathers & daughters, in my life, life, love, men, mothers & daughters, my mother, my mum, relationships, remembering, sisters | Tags: aha!, family, moving on, my father, my mother, my sister, relationships |[21] Comments
perhaps because I am out here in Vancouver and the rest of my family is in Montreal I feel removed from them – so when I leave them I operate as though their lives will stay and be the same as when I go back – however, of course that is not reality and they continue to lead their lives, changing, progressing etc. – but leaving me behind in a sense – they have relationships separate from me that telephone calls and email just can’t convey
for example, it bothers me quite a bit that my father has a relationship with my sister’s friend Christy and her book club that enables her (Christy, not my sister) to know what one of my father’s favourite books is and I don’t
my father has found a woman with whom he has started a relationship - my mother having passed away only 5 months ago this is very hard for me to accept – I hung up on him Sunday night when he told me – I may understand it, I told him, but I don’t have to like it
maybe if I were there it would be easier for me to accept but because I am not I just want things to stay as they are
make any sense??
December 1, 2009
happiness is … TOFINO!
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November 20, 2009
Ar deis De go raibh a anim
Posted by finn644 under Uncategorized | Tags: beautiful words, death, grief, grieving, Ireland, Irish, love, mourning, my mum, sentiment, tribute |[2] Comments
From a dear family friend on my mother’s passing:
“In my mind I have spent much time in the composition of this and find that when it comes to write to you that I am almost unwilling to do so in fear that what is penned may seem so trite in light of how your life has changed. I have put this off for too long, not because I am too busy – although that is a common excuse used by so many for so much – as the implication is that I am too busy for you, the opposite would more likely be the case, but rather unwilling because it requires me to face what is a harsh reality. I have found that in the months since we last spoke that you are both regularly on my mind particularly there are so many things associated with my home that remind me of your last visit. So much so that I have found it quite difficult to write anything that would be meaningful. While this cloud is still over me I feel that I can put it off no longer.
To say that you have my deepest sympathy belies the oddest sense of loss that I have felt, making an expression of sympathy seem incongruous – particularly as I can only appreciate the tiniest fraction of your loss. In my own home, there are so many memories that have been evoked from the arrangement of furniture or a particular vase that I sometimes wish that I had no memory at all. There is one particular jug that I recall being filled with flowers when I returned home one day from work during your last visit. The simplicity of the arrangement struck me and the image is etched into my memory. The most heartfelt emotions are the joy at someone doing this simple thing, the pleasure of the company and the sadness that I will not have the opportunity to recount that simple moment to she who created it. That is only one example of so many little things touched by someone who spent such a short time in my home and left such a mark. I do not even want to move the furniture any more.
If this is how I feel, I cannot imagine how this has impacted you. A whole lifetime of such moments, memories and warmth. For me, it is all the small touches and moments of fun that were filled with a loveliness that I suspect will rarely if ever be repeated, and created by a person motivated by a kindness and caring that are a form of love in themselves, one which, when encountered, makes one feel that one is a very special person – deservedly or otherwise. I am amazed at the happenstance meeting in Barcelona, the fun over lunch and the most unusual connections that arose from that; most particularly meeting with Yves Fortier in Dublin, but more the meeting with (Frances) Jane O’Malley in Kilkenny. I do not believe that I have the words to express the good fortune that was mine to sit at that particular table, in that particular day at that particular restaurant. Heavens, I should not even have been in Barcelona at all.
My feelings about the fact that I was not able to attend in Knowlton is something that I cannot truly express. One should bury one’s dead as part of the rites of life, it is in a way ones duty. While it was certainly not my place to be in Knowlton and I could not attend by virtue of the tyranny of distance, I did feel that there was a personal tribute due from this fair isle. This is perhaps best expressed to you personally rather than through a grand gesture of travel across the atlantic.
Words are such a curse in that there is nothing that I can write to reach out to you. I do hope that when you came to Ireland that it was something that you both enjoyed and that it will hold many happy memories for you. I know that my visits to Knowlton are just that. The warmth of the welcome is one that I will always cherish. While neither will ever be the same, I can only hope that you will be able, and feel welcome, to lean on those around you who are only to willing to support you as your life goes on. I often recall that when I drove up after my bar exam and lost the parking ticket in your building the evening you drove out to Knowlton. On that trip I remember you saying that you were at ease and comfortable with your own mortality. It was a profound and deep comment that I often refer to and reflect upon with respect to myself – and I have to say that I agree with you and have long been of a similar disposition. What I find more difficult to deal with is the mortality of those involved in my life, and particularly those who have, ever so briefly, touched it in the most meaningful way; awakening visions and realities that would perhaps have otherwise lain dormant for a whole lifetime. Susan was one of those rare and exceptional people. I regret to say that while I will likely never meet another such person, I am not sure that I would want to, for a second such loss might be too much.
This may seem disjointed, but since the moment I heard the news of Susan’s passing, the fragments of memory began to sink like the debris of a shipwreck to the abyss of my mind and it is only of late that the have begun to float to the surface – now perfectly formed and to be treasured for ever.
My dear friend, I look forward to seeing you soon and to sharing a few quiet moments with you in contemplation, and over time – and I trust that it will be a long time – many interesting days for we have much to speak of and I have much to learn. When you have had a chance to read this I would very much like to speak. It has been a cathartic exercise for me to write and I am thankful that it is an electronic communication for I fear that it would be tear stained paper that might have proved difficult to read.
Ar deis De go raibh a anim”











