No Morals of Rules

I cut the lawn about four days ago and today it looked as if I were about two weeks over due for a cutting. I had a few things to do, so by the time I got around to getting the mower out it was starting to rain. Normally, I would have just turned around and gone back inside to watch some TV, but this is June in Calgary and it could be a while before I get out again.

I figured, `What the Hell, what do I have to lose?" Now I know that you shouldn’t cut the lawn in the rain, or at least that has been the way I have run my life up until now. Maybe I am becoming a rebel. I started cutting, and it was something of a race to finish before it really started to pour. Just so you don’t stay in suspense for too long, I did get the lawn cut but it was seriously raining as I was putting the mower away. Not to worry though, because although I am really sweet, I don’t melt when I get wet.

It did get me to wondering just what other things I believe I shouldn’t do that there is no good reason not to do. I have always wondered if going outside when your hair is wet will actually lead to a cold or the flu. This opens up the whole matter of whether or not my mom lied to me when I was a kid. I suppose that she would justify it as a little white lie. I know that she would lie to me when I asked if there were liver in supper. She must have believed that liver was good for you. How can an organ that filters out all of the toxins in a body, possible be good for you? I would imagine that particular line of thought goes back to the hunter-gatherer stage in our evolution, when it was believed that eating part of the animal you killed would give you its power. Personally, I would rather have all of the power of a carrot than eat any liver. That is just me though.

I will try the hair wet thing this winter, but if at all possible I am going to try and convince someone else to do it. Why should I take the chance?

I remember being told not to eat too much candy because I would get pimples and ruin my teeth. Yes and yes. I can say with certainty that particular saying is true. I have read since that candy and chocolate have no impact on the development of pimples at all. Whoever did that study was smoking crack or eating liver. It is much more than certain that candy will ruin your teeth; I and my dental insurance company can vouch for that.

I used to sit far too close to the TV screen as a kid and my eyes are shit. I believe that my poor eyesight is more genetic than anything else. I don’t think getting up close and personal with Roy Rogers and Bugs Bunny had any thing to do with bad eyes. You never know though.

I am going to have to get back to you on this when I have given it a little more thought. I barely have an opinion at all! There just might be something to it and if I can circumvent the rules by just changing the way I look at situations, it might just help.

No morals or rules…I like that!

Rodger McGill…R.I.P.

Life it seems to me is all about comings and goings. We come into the world in pain and a lot of us leave the world in pain. In between we take part in a wonderful experience that we call life. Our lives intertwine with our family, friends and co-workers, weaving a rich tapestry that not only has the effect of making us better people, but it makes the world a better, more enjoyable place to be.

I found out today that a co-worker and friend of mine passed away yesterday. Rodger was my supervisor for many years and he was part of the reason that I loved going to work. He had a great sense of humour and he knew what was important in life. We all found time to talk and laugh with Rodger and even though he was “the boss” he just tried to make everything go smoothly. I sent an email to my buddy Brian that lives in BC on Vancouver Island, to inform him of Rodger’s passing. I will include my email and his reply as well.

I know what you are thinking, why would anyone want to leave sunny Alberta for Vancouver Island? I have no explanation for it except to say that Brian had quite a few falls on the job and it is very likely that he somehow lost his sense. I have been looking for it since he left, but so far, no luck. In spite of his obvious mental handicap, he writes a nice email.

Hey there Brian and Linda.

I just thought that you would like to know that Rodger McGill passed away yesterday at age 64. I guess that he had been in the hospital for the last couple of weeks. From what I understand, it was a degenerative lung disease, not caused by smoking. I am pretty sure that smoking didn't help it though.

I just checked, and didn't see anything in the Obits. If I find out anything more, I will let you know.

Rodger was one of the good guys, and he will be missed. I can still remember seeing him and Ian on their knees in the office yelling, “You can't see us lady, but we are both on our knees begging your forgiveness." I laugh every time I think of that.

Hi Ken,

Thanks for the info; Gordy emailed the sad news yesterday. Your right he was one of the good guys and he also made me laugh .My favourite stories about Rodger one was on his last day "The Bitch from Foreham Cr " and she identified herself as that, called on his last day to what else "BITCH!" Well Rodger calmly listens to her and then says, and this is not exaggerated "You know today I'm going retire and I've had lots of friends call and wish me good luck and I was feeling good and glad to be leaving. But then you phoned today and you fucked up my whole day, you fucking.....  CUNT!" He slammed the phone down. Well within 10 mins, the phone was alive from Trevor Maxwell's office, Rodger said he always hated that Cunt and refused to apologize. 
The other great one had me involved, I had made a miss sort I know I know hard to believe, but anyway the lady was being rather nice about it and said she would leave the letter in the mailbox to pick up tomorrow. Well Rodger was three sheets to the wind, I know I know, hard to believe, well Rodger told me to scream when he hit the desk with the office golf club.  Every office has an old golf club behind the door I'm sure, anyway Rodger says to me in the office “did you missort a letter to this address?” and I say “I guess I might have...” SLAM goes the golf club on the desk and again and again. Well I'm screaming for forgiveness and Rodger says “Don't let this happen again!”, and the lady is on the phone yelling don't hit him don't hit him for gods sake. He says to her the postie won't make that mistake again and hangs up. He says to me she won't call again.  Gonna miss the guy even though I hadn't seen him in two years. 

I'm sure his lifestyle was responsible for his death at least somewhat. Regardless he was what made working at the P.O. so much fun for so many years.  You know a little mention of Rodger might be in order in the blog as a tribute to a great guy.

                                                                                                               –Brian- 

Well thanks for the great email and for basically writing the Blog tonight. I’ll pay you double what I get.