Glenn has been gone 4 years today. We miss you, Glenn. And, contrary to what you’d thought, you are not forgotten.
Mom’s biopsy is today. I was thinking of going, but Mom says there wouldn’t really be anything to do – just go and wait for her to finish.
I’ll stay here and do some maintenance on the house instead. I am digging around the rear of the house to stop the house itself from sitting on the ground and to replace the rotten wood that had most likely been there since the house was placed here. Lots of work.
No word from the lawyer yet about Father’s estate. I wonder how long this is going to take. He did say it may take upwards of a year, so I wait patiently. I called today to get an update, and his secretary said he’d call me back at 11:30AM, but no word.
Aunt Isobel is going to take Uncle Al’s ashes to Manitoba to the Johnston plot. I would like to take Father’s ashes there, too, but I haven’t the funds to get there. No work yet, and the price of fuel has gone up considerably lately. It’s now $1.35 / litre.
I’ve put my portfolio online. See one of my other webs, allansplace.net, to have a look. As time goes on, I’ll put more work on and fine-tune other work. As it is now, I’ve got Architectural and Civil work there. There’s still a lot more to put on yet.
I gave Mom three roses for Mother’s Day a few days ago – two red for Aizlynn & I and one peach for Glenn. She’s often said that one rose is just as nice as a dozen; it’s the thought that counts. And, being Mom with three kids, I thought 3 roses would be nice.
OA, a coffee and college buddy, has made noises for a few months about getting his driver’s license but lacks a car to practise on. His friends work and have little time to help him, so I’ve had him practise in my car. We’ve gone out 3 times and need one more. His test is next Tuesday.
So I’m at a late supper with a couple of friends from college, K & A, and somewhere along in the conversation the idea of mixed ethnic origins comes up, as it sometimes does.
I asked K what if he and his wife have chosen a name for their new child arriving in Sept / Oct this year. (S)he will have two names – an English first name and a Korean middle name. “You can have two last names, too, if you want,” A says. “Passports from each country will have that nation’s family name.” Well how do you know this? I never knew that.
Later, we were talking about jobs, living in other countries (A wants to study in Germany after college here). A family ancestor was the USA. I suggested getting his Green Card, like me. It was then that he confessed that he already has dual citizenship. “What? Where? Seriously?”
So it was sometime around then that he confessed. As it turns out, the only other white guy (i.e. “Caucasian Canadian”) in the group spills the beans about not actually being a white guy. Yup, he’s half white Canadian and half Taiwanese. He speaks Mandarin and grew up in Taiwan and Canada. Taiwanese Mom & Canadian Dad.
I was 90% surprised. Why? I knew since I met him that he’d had an accent. Not a regional dialect, not a 2nd-generation ethnic accent, but a first-hand mixed-origin accent, like 5~10%. I could never pin it on any region outside the general area of Asia, never down to one country.
He’d kept it a secret all this time because, I gather, he likes to surprise people and also, I think, finds it a cause of disruption of normal interaction. He only tells those he has known for a while. He told K & C (Koreans) but never me! So I said during supper that I’m actually the only white guy in the group – a minority. A reminded me that I am mistaken – that I’m half Korean, too.
Right. Almost forgot, being around all these white people. Haha!
I feel honoured that I’m counted among this trusted friends.
(By the way – I’m not Caucasian. I’m white. Caucasians come from the Caucasus region in Eastern Europe / Western Asia. Look it up. And yes, I eat crackers.)
I didn’t actually get to Saskatchewan or Manitoba. I went to BC instead. I heard Father was in hospital again. He’d had a seizure a few days previous but was home from hospital the same day. When I got there this time, he was just going in for routine preparation for more radiation on his tumour. They kept him in for a few days and was still there when I left.
I’d intended to be on my way the next morning but wasn’t able to. Someone I planned to meet wasn’t available until late in the day, so I didn’t leave Chilliwack until after 5pm.
It looks like I won’t be making it to Manitoba after all – at least not this time around.