Therapist.
Welder.
Writer.
Painter.
Photographer.
Singer.

Things I have been suggested to do. Things I would like to do. Things that just seem to fit...
Last night I learned a little bit more about my mother and father. I learned that before he met my mother, My dad had a first wife named Linda. but it lasted only four or so months. THEY met in college, where my dad had gone to learn about photography. for a project, they had to pair up, and Linda came over to my dad and said "I'll be your partner, because I'm going to marry you". and my father, being the eccentric that he is, fell for that other eccentric. and thus they were married... and divorced. but it happens.
I learned my father was an actual Photographer, but he had to give it up when he moved to Stirling, since there was no business in stirling for photography, not compared to toronto, let alone in 1979/1980. So he took up mechanics, since that seemed to be needed at the time.

I've seen pictures of my dad when he was about this age. my brother is a carbon copy of him. just like I'm a carbon copy of my mother at my age. My mother and father met in a bakery, where my mother worked to pay off her Business School debts. He came in all the time for bread... but really just to see her.
they were together a year before marrying, and six months later my brother was born. Not a long time, my mother agreed with my last night.
five years later I was born.
somewhere between 2 and 3 years later, they divorced, and thus began the life I now know.
But I wish I knew my parents then, when they had met, when they lived together. the only living memory I have is of myself in a pail of water, with the dog coming up and licking away my water. I remember that, and nothing else.
"Something I would do, for sure" My father said to that memory.

I wish I knew them better.
I told my mother to write out her life story for me someday, like a writer would, Like I would. "Thats because You're a writer emily. That's something you WOULD do."
well not yet, not enough has happened to make a full book yet, HA!
I'll tell my father to do the same.
My aunt mickey is trying to get my grandmother to do such a thing as well. Good thing, since I won't be able to go see them for a while. not until I move to toronto on my own, at least, when I might be able to drop by on my own.


Funny how lives link together like that, how similar people are. My mother told me why she was with Gord. "Work Ethic". but no other ethic. I should have known that. He's faithful, she says, and works hard. Someone to support her.
I guess my dad couldn't do that.