This has been a weird week.
After a run of bad luck (including stepping on a nail), I was called back to work. Yay, money! I'm trying to get my ducks in a row before I start working. With the summer almost ended, I'm looking forward to a regular schedule with a kid in school where she belongs. She is so bored I is making me nuts!
I'm almost at the end of The Gene. Turns out this book is very long and science heavy (duh). I like it but have to read sections more than once to get what is being said.
I actually enjoyed most of the Olympics this year. I'm not a professional sports watching person. I have no interest in teams, but pit countries against each other for big, shiny, metal discs and I'm there!
Like many Canadians of my generation, I watched The Tragically Hip's final concert last night on CBC. I'm still thinking about it. I even dreamt of it. It's hard to explain why their music is so important. Maybe the reason they never caught on outside Canada is because they write about Canada for Canadians- with all our warts, not the Canada we try to sell tourists in our dreamy, over-saturated commercials. Their songs are full of villains and heroes: escaped prisoners, greedy explorers, the falsely imprisoned, missing hockey players and painters. They sing about places and events most people outside of Canada have never heard of (and some of us here haven't either). They are as Canadian as Margaret Atwood and snowmobiles. Still there is something universal about them too. The songs are about relationships, falling in love, being afraid and perplexed about life. The stuff we all can relate to.
For me, the music of The Tragically Hip is a part of my youth. It played in the background as I stayed up all night reading Stephen King novels (are you surprised?), I listened to it in friend's cars on road trips, my musical friends covered the songs in seedy bars, and it was on the radio as I worked my first retail job at a dollar store. That someday I'll be listening to the songs, remembering those moments, and knowing Gord Downie is gone is a harsh realization. I'm glad we all got the opportunity to say goodbye this way. It was the best wake I've ever attended.
Anyway, on that happy note I leave you to enjoy the rest of your weekend or start of your week!