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still wrapping up odds and ends

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Today mom and I went down to Jordan Station, to get the furniture I'd wanted. We got there earlier than we'd expected, because the QEW was strangely quiet. The place has been cleared out. Apparently, even the totem pole that old Mr. Friesen had carved for Oma and Opa had been taken; by the disinterested doctor who oversaw my grandparents' demise (Apparently, one of the last things he asked of the nurse in attendance was whether my Oma had suffered from asthma. She had fairly severe asthma. He'd been her doctor for fifteen years. There really is no excusing that question).

So we hauled the stuff to the facility where Sara and I still have our shared locker. I started a new one, and we dumped the stuff there. Then we sprinted over to return the van.

On a brighter note, I met with Gord and his live-in, Jo. It struck me, as I watched them approach, that you don't often see pregnant women on bikes. They both seemed to be doing really well. They've been living together for a couple of months, and are all excited about the kid, naturally. Jo's quit smoking, and ordered more food than I eat in a day. I learned that Jo is 11 days younger than Sara.