99/10/16

198 RCMP Assist

Well y’know some people think being a Firefighter is glamorous and exciting. This is a fallacy perpetuated by people who have seen “Backdraft” too many times.

I can’t deny that it’s exciting sometimes. Glamorous no, pure and simple it ain’t glamorous.

Case in point:

Wednesday afternoon we went out to a “Police assist”. Police assists are never a good thing. In this case it was to recover a body for them that had been in a river for a few weeks. They needed it fished out and brought up a ravine and we were the guys equipped to do it. Nothing glamorous there, that’s for sure. Needless to say it did an admirable job as an appetite suppressant.

My motorcycle is making me swear.

My clutch has been slipping for awhile now, so I’ve been replacing it piece by piece.  I replaced all the usual parts (they all needed replacing anyway) but its no better. I really don’t want to pull the whole damn thing apart, but it looks like that’s what tomorrow is going to be spent doing. I guess I’ll get her up sooner or later. Actually, one of the things I love about having old bikes is the time spent twisting the wrenches. I don’t like it when they cost money, but I like working on them. I love sitting there with the radio playing, fully focused on the task at hand, and in the end having a bike that runs better for it. Going out for the test ride is always a good thing. It would be a hell of a lot better with heat in my shop. Things are cooling down markedly around here right now. It was a shitty Spring and a shittier Summer so I’m feeling cheated now that the frost is starting.

Tomorrow is the memorial for my grandmother.

I’m dreading going there. she was a miserable old bat that never had anything good to say to or about anyone. Tomorrow I’m going to spend an hour or so while they “Celebrate her life” at the United church. What a load of crap. I’m only going because my uncle would be hurt if I didn’t. My uncle is the only member of that side of the family that I would cross the street to save their life. He’s a pretty good guy and I can give up the morning to be with him while they bury his mother, or whatever the hell they’re gonna do with her ashes. But I don’t have to like it. The crappiest part of the whole thing is that the boys will miss their soccer games. Anyway, whine whine whine…
 

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