So Here's how this Goes.

Grandpa's funeral was today.
Step-gma was all shakey and tipping over the whole time.
We bought 2 dozen roses and gave them out, I put three on Grandma's headstone because they wanted to be buried together anyways, and then I put one on Grandpa's (He had enough from other people.)

I will forever miss going to Grandpa's house and watching him put in milk before his tea. I will forever miss cabbage rolls and those gaudy, ugly teapots and seafoam colored walls.
R.I.P Grandpa

Then we went to the church, met someone who knew my grandma (she died when I was two.)
Then out to a Linner (lunch/dinner) to one of his favorite spots, had his favorite cellery bread, then we went to his old ice cream spot, then we left. On the way back to the chruch to get my uncles' car, ym mom gets a call saying that grandpa's brain is bleeding.


Holy fucking shit.



Basically, when he had his stroke X amount of years ago, his brain bled which led to parlysis, lost the ability to speak coherently (all he could do was swear, and sing in French. Yeah, appaerntly having a stroke teaches you a language you never knew before, Who knew?) anyways, he had been acting weird the apst couple of days so I dunno if it had been bleeding for a while or if it happened there cuz I'm not about to ask my mom.

My aunt was calling my mom and filling her in, BAWLING, both of them. and I was texting my cousin keeping her informed, and I think she was crying too because her messages were all pretty blah. I tried not to cry, but I did. jsut abit, not one noticed, which isn't hard to do.

(once I was bawling ym eyes out in the car with the radio off, reading this incredibly sad book, which is now my favorite [Between Mom & Jo by Julie Ann Peters] and NO ONE NOTICED. Like, snot rags gallore, I had to stop every sentence or two to clear my eyes, I lost all my makeup in that fit, and no one noticed! Ouch.)

Anyways, he's feeling better, we think because he's acting better than he did yesterday.
Oh, And Grandma says she won't make it to Christmas. ( her brithday)
and the doctors said that Grandpa wouldn't make it through the week, but they also said he would die the first time this happened.


Please don't die grandpa, you still have a life, you still have family.

Such is how it goes,
Rain Dots

Chanson du Jour: Boats and Birds by Gregory and the Hawk

When I'm going down, don't worry bout me. You said you can't see, then I won't take you with me.

So.
Here goes.
My camping experience.

Day 1: Poured rain all night. Woke me up, hardly slept. Parents got up for coffee & Tea at nine.
Day 2 & 3: super windy, pretty cold. No one my age was there. Saw a 3 Year old baby, just eating 'n chillin. Out of someones garbage.
Day 4: Ranger shows up with a note. Grandpa (dad's side, he's in a nursing home) has stopped eating. Do you want to rehydrate him in the hospital? Choice: He's 87, alzheimer's, no.
Day 5: Ranger shows up with a note. Grandpa is dieing. Come.
Day 6: Dad wakes up at 5 in the morning, leaves at 7. Grandpa dies at 2:30.
Day 7: Dad come back to the camping spot, brings sister.

->TIMEWARP!
Week 2
Day 2 & 3: Sailing. got second
Day 4: Sailing still
Day 5: Fun night with by guy friends.
Day before we leave: We throw a party in honor of my Grnadpa, all sailing members come, we bring up the boat he made, sails full. McC collected stories and told them, cried at the end. Dad told stories, cried at the end. Hugs, hugs hugs, thanks for coming, he was a great man, hugs hugs hugs.

I cried a bit the day he died, but still haven't really cried.

Monday: woke up early, supposed to hang out with M, she bailed.
Tuesday: Hung with KQ & S, S has changed
Wednesday: Hung with KT, her hair is funny, we watched 17 Again, was supposed to go to Wonderland (amusement park) with KQ, S and C, but could only go on thursday. We changed our plans.
Thursday: C bails last minute, we're not an odd number, which means one of us will have to ride alone on the rides. (I took it. for EVERYTHING.) Got sick, wanted to see the show. The Zambonie caught fire, they couldn't get the smoke out so it was canceled. Sky turned yellow, shingles flew around, no one could pick us up. An hour later, we have to drive through it, the power's off. Tornado went through Toronto, Where most of my friends live, to whitby, where my god sis lives. And it was supposed to go to where I live.

The sky was yellow, KQ and S were freaking out, sister wasn't home from work. Mom & dad came to pick us up, since she was on her way back from getting stuff out og my gpa's house anyways. When we all got home the storm had passed, and my mom called my aunt to vent about how scary everything was, and talk about when happened with ym step grandma.
Two words in my aunt says "Our mother has lung cancer, her eyes are swollen shut, and her skin is falling off. The doctors have been calling for two weeks but since my grandpa's been left handicapped from his stroke years ago, and my grandma has been bed ridden from a spinal fracture when she tried to pick him up after a fall, they never got it.

Grandma finally called my aunt when her eye was swollen shut.

The funeral for my grandpa is Tomorrow. My grandma is in denial.

People dying, or having cancer, or possibly dieing,
It's now as common as a head cold.

Creativity has left me, I died too.
Rain Dots.

Chanson du Jour: January by Project 1.9

Au courant

I'm Back.
I had a meh time, I hope whoever's reading this had a better vacation/staycation than I did, because only one night was any sort of special.

why are guys so much easier to get along with?
Girls are just so caddy, and if you ask me,
Finding a bashful guy is a lot easier than finding a bashful girl.
Is no one humble anymore?

Anyways, the night on the rocks watvching a meteor shower with two people who really should have known what a meteor shower looked like, but didn't, and laughing about me & my romance with a 40-50 year old Dutch man with calves the size of footballs & who also ends all of his heavily-accented sentences with "Yeh?"

Also, Second place in Jr. Mirror Dinghy Provincials.
Which was all stupid anyways, because no one was a member except me and we were all single-handing when it should have been two people per boat. Hahaha, there was no wind, and "Harmgardener" got so angry. He was standing up shouting my name in the messed up way he does with some sort of weird accent he doesn't actually have and yelling "THIS IS STOOOPID! CAN WE GO IN?" Hahaha.
"SHUT UP, HARMGARDENER! I'M WORKING ON MY TAN!"
"ELECE!(Alice, supposedly) PUT YOUR F*KING LIFE JACKET BACK ON. THE WINDS ARE TOO NIGH! YOU COULD TIP THE BOAT!"

Again, There was no wind.
However, the droning sarcasm could have easily supplied power to a third world country.

Other than that, and meeting people who sailed a Catamaran, and one girl who was 14 turning 15 in October, but also looked 18, nothing exciting happened. I really wish I could have gotten their e-mail or something, they were cool.

Such 'n such 'n more to come.
-Alice Dotty, Rain dots

Chanson du jour: Nine In the Afternoon - Panic! At the Disco