bobbin

on wednesdays, éamon and i go swimming at the YMCA. each week i'm running late and each week i forget something (we've gone 5 times). this week i was determined that i would have everything we need and that i would leave in plenty of time. for the first few weeks we drove the car, but last week we took the bus and it worked out just fine, except i was rushing. so this week, i aimed at leaving around 9:30 (or at the very least be getting our coats and shoes on). before we left, i opened the door to check the weather, and found that it was super chilly. so, i got us both bundled up in warm clothes, and headed out the door. by the time i was half way to the bus stop, i realized that i'd forgotten our swimming bag (with our swimsuits and towels in it) and the diaper bag. i'd literally walked out the door with nothing other than the baby. thankfully, i was able to rush home, and make it to the bus stop with a couple minutes to spare. *eye roll*

i considered avoiding facebook on monday. last year i found remembrance day almost unbearable on facebook because people make extravagant statements about our freedom, which makes me cringe. however, i ended up forgetting and longing on as usual, but thankfully i didn't let it bother me as much this year. instead, i just skimmed past the statements i disagreed with. sometimes there's no sense in debating because people just become more set in their opinions.

on a similar topic... one of my cousins shared my grandpa's WW1 recruitment paperwork. it was very interesting and i'm looking forward to showing it to my dad. i was less interested in the military side of things than i was from a personal point of view. it had his full name (i didn't know his middle name), his mom's name (annie) and their address in hamilton. it made me want to look it up on google maps street view. my grandpa died before my sister and i were born. as a kid, i'd wonder what he was like. i remember making a comment once about how it would've been nice to know him, and my mom remarked back about how he wasn't that great. now that i'm an adult, with a kid of my own, i can understand how sometimes there are relatives who your kid is better off not knowing.

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