Monthly Archives: January 2006

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Been resisting for the past ten or so days. I don’t want to do it. I didn’t think I’d be doing it. And here it is right around the corner, about to stare me in the face. It’s a feeling I had all my life, especially at this time of the year. Also happens in September. The dreadful feeling of having to go somewhere you’d rather not go to. Be it work or be it school, both suck equally terribly.

It’s a new year, so it could be a new slate. I am approaching this situation with fresh eyes. Eyes that will be wary. I am planning on being positive. Open minded. A team player. All those fresh lovely things that the modern office worker is supposed to be. And that will be me. Of course, lingering in the back of my mind is the thought that it will be the week I’ve been fired. Perhaps they didn’t want to ruin my holidays.

I always felt this way all my life though, going back to school. I really hated school. I would get dropped off for Kindergarten class. I was in the PM class, and my mother would drop me off early so she could get to work. I’d just sit in the classroom waiting for everyone else to show up when Sister Mary Octavian would burst in and chase me around the deserted classroom.

For an old lady in a habit she was fast. She would catch me, spank me and make me stand behind the TV until the teacher and the class would show up. I don’t think I had done anything wrong but be early. She was my brother Brian’s teacher so maybe she had a little vendetta against him and carried it through me.

My family was somewhat involved with the church and parish at that time. Not as active when Frank and Annemarie were going to St Francis de Sales, for when it was just Brian and myself in the school, they were tired and stopped having anything to do with the Rosary Society (mom) or the Holy Name Society (dad).

The Knights of Columbus was too Italian for our Irish clan.

Eventually Sister Mary Octavian died. A horrible crushing death? No. I believe she died in her sleep at the convent. My family, still somewhat active, went to the viewing of her body at Immaculate Conception church.

We walked up the very long aisle in the very big church and I saw the old nun, laying in state, full habit, glasses on, eyes closed, wearing a crown of thorns. Quite gruesome for a kid of 6 or 7.

My mother and I and the rest of us walked to the altar, knelt and prayed for her soul to reach Jesus in heaven. Yeah, nice.

I learned to include her in my bedtime prayers in the blessing of the dead section. “God bless Nana, Grandpa (mom’s parents) grandparents in heaven (dad’s parents), Sister Mary Octavian and everybody, amen.”

I used to be such a good catholic.

Not as good as Sister Mary Octavian though, as I later find out she built her own pine wood coffin.

And here are some Pics of Bill and I at the bus stop as he was heading into the city today.

And here’s a picture of a cake for the year 2006 and for Bill and me.

Hope you all have a Happy, Safe, Healthy and Prosperous New Year!!!

and Law and Order is still on….

Being Boring

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The Law and Order marathon continues. Bill watches so he can be prepared when he eventually gets his call to be on the show, as background or hopefully with a line. We generally watch the show and say intermittently, ‘That could’ve been you’. And 9 times out of 10, we’re right. I of course, go the extra mile and point out little old white ladies that Bill could have been as well.

So we came back from walking last night, as you’ve read, and promptly settled in. All pretty mellow, nothing hectic. We popped the champagne at midnight like everyone else and toasted each other with best wishes for the New Year.

It was great that Julio gave us a bottle to celebrate. Bill liked the champagne very much, and I reminded him that we had to kill the bottle since champagne doesn’t keep very well.


Bottle became deceased soon after.
Bill started getting very giddy.

So much so that I thought he was acting. No, he wasn’t. He was drunk. And a happy drunk at that. Very adorable, but not much longer for the night as he was fading fast. I knew I had to get him to bed since the slurring and stumbling could’ve been around the corner. And having been in that position a few times, I felt that this was best.

I soon joined him, lying in the dark, spooning. A warm if fuzzy embrace that led to some lovely happiness. Banished the sadness that lingered in my mind. It is a great feeling to be lying with the one you love, who gives you a feeling that everything is going to be alright.
And it was.

I woke up feeling the same way. A wonderful way to start off the year. I recommend it to everyone, though not with Bill. Get your own partner.

While lying in bed, we discussed plans for the day. A movie, preferably a comedy in the city and we’d take it from there. Well that didn’t happen. It was a lazy Sunday. Just flopped around, puttering about the apartment and leaning on each other on the couch while eating lots of Dark Godiva chocolates.

We never left the apartment all day. We watched the ‘40 Year Old Virgin’ on DVD. Not the bootleg that I had gotten a few weeks ago, the official unrated version. We had planned to see it together in a theatre but we were in our estranged period at the time. He went without me, and I wound up seeing a bootleg, which actually wasn’t that bad a copy.

Very much like the Seinfeld episode involving the bootlegging of movies with a hand held camera in a theatre seat.

It was great to finally see it together and since this had added material, it was similar to both of us seeing it together for the first time, allowing for pauses and bathroom breaks.

We ordered a pizza, which was devoured soon after. That signaled a ceasefire in my problems with Grimaldi’s. We watched the Rufus Wainwright video, for the second time, Bill for the first. I think he has a newfound appreciation for our Rufus.

And like last night, Bill is on the couch and I am a few feet away writing this. And Law and Order plays on and on.