I’m very down this week. I have challenges in my life and am watching a dear friend go through one of the most heartbreaking times that he will face in his lifetime.
There have been so many changes in my life in the last 10 days, I am just now starting to wrap my head around it.
Less than two weeks ago, my husband and I made the decision that he was going to head out West for work. 3 days later, he had a job. 2 days after that he left. The next day, I left to travel to the US for work for a week. So now, after being home for 3 days with just me and the kids (and 6 dogs and 2 cats – that’s a story for another day), it has really started to sink in what a life changing decision this really has been.
I have to cook! Ahhh. I hate cooking. And I especially hate cleaning up after cooking.
I now, apparently, am the resident expert on all the prerequisite tickets you need to go to Alberta to work in the tar sands. Who knew? I have our best man (wink, wink) coming over tonight for supper and the low down on what he needs to be certified to join his friend in Alberta.
I have to be the only authoritarian. Anyone who knows Mr. Alice would know that this is not his strong point to begin with but it is always nice to have backup.
I have to change light bulbs. I have enough to do without routine maintenance like light bulbs and fire alarm connections. And don’t get me started on the truck that is making strange clunking sounds and has decided that spewing smoke is an appropriate thing to do.
I am visiting colleges with my son, alone. He and I are making decisions about the rest of his life without the benefit of the most important male figure in his life having a part in it. And he doesn’t have any other male figures to talk to. My dad passed away a few years ago and his other grandfather is not a part of his life.
It is disheartening to think that in a “have” province like Ontario, a skilled workforce is not able to find work at a reasonable rate. Mr. Alice has been in business for himself for his entire life but the economy here has made it nearly impossible to make a living in construction. I have 4 immediate family members and now, one very close friend (not to mention Chin), leaving their families behind in order to make a decent living. It is a sign of the times and don’t let anyone tell you that the recession is not real because I am here to tell you that it is very, very real.
The money is great. No pressures, a paycheque at the end of the week. Those of you that are self employed and have struggled through hard times (who hasn’t?) will understand what a luxury that is.
Having a week off at a time. 21 days in, 7 out. That means home for 5 days every 4 weeks. And home will mean home. No running to do job quoting, dealing with employees, Canada Revenue agency or the bank. At least I hope that is what it will mean. I hope that this job is steady and dependable and can be the replacement for the construction company we started more than 20 years ago. We continue to hold the equipment and will do so for a few more months but all things being equal, a guaranteed paycheque is pretty important at this point in our lives.
This is my story this week and it pales in comparison to many others, most decidedly Birdman.
Birdman and Mrs. Birdman have heavy hearts and their circle of friends is gathering close to help them through it. We, and I mean those that are my age, are at an interesting point in our lives. Between youth and death. Aging parents and growing children. We are all making difficult choices and being put in, what seems like, impossible situations. We are all in this together. We can get through the challenges with each other’s help. Keep putting one foot in front of the other and know that someone is there to catch you when you fall.
Wishing strength to Birdman and his family this week. We will be by your side as long as you need.
Unless it involves changing a diaper or cleaning up vomit. Then, count me out.
The love and the laughter will live long after all of the sadness and the tears.