family, friends

Floyd stroke

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What a crap weekend.

Floyd had a stroke.  He woke up Saturday morning (Feb. 22, 2026) and made coffee.  I sat down at the kitchen table and told him my plans for the day.  He stammered and couldn’t get any words out – just mumbling and buzzing sounds.

I asked if he would be alright.  He said he would.  I should not have left for work, but I did.

I called him at home later.  He said he wouldn’t be coming in as he was light-headed and had trouble thinking.  I told him I’d call 911, and he agreed.

I met the paramedics at home.  They did an assessment and found he likely had a stroke.  They took him to the hospital where he had tests and found that he had a mini-stroke.  He later rested at home.

The next day, today, he looks fine – no drooped face, no confusion, nearly normal speech.  I’ll keep an eye on him.  He’ll see the doctor soon.

Mom’s ceramics

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We found Mom’s ceramics.  Two were in a cabinet in the living room, and one was stored away in a cabinet.  Here they are.

Long ago, when I was a kid living in BC, Mom went to a ceramics class.  She didn’t mould these.  They came pre-made.  But she painted them.

The salesperson represented Glenn who apparently, at the time, sold corn (or maybe eggs) along the street where we lived.  The musician represented me as I apparently had musical skills.  The girl in pink was to represent Angela who apparently had no qualities or talent aside from being a girl.  (A person cooking or dancing might have been more appropriate.)

I had no idea that Mom had painting talents.  I knew she wrote songs long ago and may have had them published and played professionally if the old man had shelled out a little to get it started.

So now they sit in our cabinet.

Glenn’s birthday

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Aizlynn called me, thinking of Glenn’s birthday.

We talked for a bit about dentistry (root canals, extracted teeth, and implants), Glenn (his life, his death, and things between), and pierogies (in England, they don’t have pierogies, but the closest thing they have is filled with strawberry!).

Glenn has been gone 10 years.

Veronica & Jane

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I just met a woman from Ireland named Veronica.  She was standing in the town square in Basingstoke, UK near a statue of Jane Austen.  How’s that?

I video called my sister via WhatsApp.  When she answers, she was talking to a friend of hers on the street and introduced me.  I showed Veronica the snowy landscape in Lethbridge, just outside my windows.  It just so happened that we’ve had about a foot (30cm) of snow.  She was quite amazed.  Aizlynn showed the town square, a quaint, picturesque place.  There is a statue of the writer, Jane Austen, nearby.  We read some plaques on the ground showing bits of into.

Aizlynn & Caleb were on their way out to supper, so off they went.

Mary’s TD passbooks

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I wrote an email, last known address, to Mary telling her of my Mom’s TD account set up for her long ago.  The email bounced back.

Too many unfortunate events in the world, powered by lies, greed, pride, selfishness.

Sadness.