Life is short.
It feels like time passes more and more between each entry. Frankly I start a post, then let it sit a few days before clicking publish. I started a post a few days ago but now it's just not quite as revelant as it seemed to be when I wrote it.

Today one of our neighbours died and well... it puts life in perspective, you know? I wasn't close to this person but it was odd how we saw the evolution of it this morning. An ambulance hurried to a house close to ours, people ran in, an ambulance supervisor/doctor car came and then we knew. Around here people that are working in ambulances can't pronounce you dead, it has to be a 'real' doctor to do so. A few hours later a funeral home truck came by to that house. It's sad, I still recall seeing this in his kitchen window washing dishes a few days ago. Oddly enough his Christmas decorations were taken down yesterday. I feel odd/numb at the moment, trying to figure out what life has in store for me. Although I do not need to grieve this person's passing I still feel 'odd' (for lack of a better word), knowing that I have met someone who has passed away today. I mean, just a few days ago he was taking a walk and know... I don't know what to say.

Carl's socks are done, he is wearing them tomorrow for a job interview, let's hope it brings him luck. I need to get Lucas his birth certificate, seems that kindergarden registrations are upon us. I can not believe my "baby" is starting school next year!!! I feel like such an 'old' mom. LOL! More like a mom of older kids, they just aren't babies, toddlers, preschoolers anymore. I must say that those were my favorites years though, sure there were some hard times but just seeing them grow from newborn to toddlers and then having them talk more and more each day. Do they EVER talk too! LOL! I am amazed at how much progress goes into such a small time frame, once kids start school they just aren't the same. The freedom of just waking up when you want, playing being the top priority and just having no worries in the world must be the best. Sure school helps them learn to write and read, teaches them all sorts of things I could never but still, I find a child looses a bit of himself once he goes into that big building of education.
For what little progress it did, I changed the about me info at the top of the left column. It's been almost a year since I worked in inventories so it was about time to change that info. I'll keep my other post for another day, it just doesn't make sense to write about it today.
Posted by Jo at January 16, 2006 11:14 PM
Sorry to hear about your neighbour. I remember when my next door neighbour died. It's been several years now, and we've had 3 sets of 'families' in that house since (though the first 2 didn't stay long for various reasons...the curren family has been there about 3 years now). I found it odd when Mr. D died because we wouldn't be seeing him out in his garden anymore, he wouldn't be out doing yard work, etc. He was there one day, and wasn't the next.
The socks look nice and warm. You did a great job on them. I hope they bring him luck at the job interview too.
I think the death of a person we know well, or someone we know in passing, or even someone we have never met can touch us deeply. It reminds us how precious life is and reminds us what is important.