IM2 | OQP

Not feeling a lot like posting these days. Sometimes you can catch a glimpse on millette @ twitter but it probably won’t make much sense. I’m hoping to clear up a few recents comments I made and what’s going on in my life in general. Yeah, snore :P

I have a younger brother, Martin, who’s a musician/composer/interpret as well as many other great things. My dad, Jean-Réal, married three times, our mom being the second. From a first marriage, he also had two children, André and Linda. He remarried twenty years ago and had Justin. He spent many years in the USA and that’s where he is probably right now, but I don’t know for sure.

A couple of week ago, André found himself at a computer (which I have a hard time imagining) and decided to look up his last name I guess and well, found me at the top of the results. So he decides to write, only to tell me to contact him since he has terrible news. Two months ago, my dad, who works with horses, got hit smack in the head and spent some time in the hospital afterwards. It was shaky at first, but he seems to have regained his health from what I could gather. But my brother André, for some yet to explain reason, thought my dad had succombed back then and felt it was important to tell me, even if it was six weeks later.

For as long as I can remember, by dad was always close to dying. At least that how I mother put it, very often. He had a car accident, heart attacks, the stress of horse racing, etc. And now this last accident! I called my brother to hear his terrible news, expecting the worst, and he confirmed my deepest fear: the death of a close family member.

I was quite shaken, but it just didn’t sound right. How could my dad be dead for six weeks and I only learn it now? I called him, his number was discontinued… I called uncle Richard, his brother. He had spoken with dad only two weeks ago. Then my mother also confirmed she spoke to him two or three weeks ago. He was still recuperating from his head injury.

Then I turned to the net myself, and that’s how I’m keeping tabs on my dad at the moment, since there’s no way to reach him. I looked up the horse race websites, figuring out how to look up schedule and finally find my dad was training a few horses, even winning just a week ago! So now I keep an eye on the race results, and worry a bit if I don’t see his name after a few race days…

I even called jockeys and owners, leaving messages on their home phones telling them who I was and simply stating I’d like my dad to call me back. Those numbers weren’t too easy to come by! Even worst, my dad works in Amish country and communication there is very 1800’s.

So there you have it, the story of how my dad almost died and how I felt real grief for 24 hours.

Another thing I wanted to talk about, but it will have to wait a bit, is the visit we had yesterday night, March 18th 2008. Two inspectors and two cops in uniforme showed up around 19h30, mandate in hand. They want our computers, well, not ours, but kinda. It’s complicated when you’re sharing the rent with a large web host. Anyway, that story will have to wait a bit. No computers were harmed, let me leave it at that for now.