Monday, July 30, 2012 That's a good stick

The man - Mac of course,  - who did not want a cane, refused to even walk a short way with a cane, hated to have a walking stick up north, and only under protest did walk with the walking stick his grandson Robin made for him, but only when reminded...TODAY, when sitting in the shade at the library outdoor lawn picked up a long thin stick that was right at our feet and said, this is a good stick I'll take it home.  And there he was walking with a stick all the way - will wonders never cease.  Although he didn't take it on our walk tonight but hey we're getting there.

We were speaking about the past but mainly about my past today, this with a friend who was here visiting, we were mainly talking about my work with the deaf at Mackay center.  This triggered a favourite memory of Mac's but it was about a child in my class in Devonshire school and really did not have anything to do with the conversation we were in, but Mac persisted. 

This was the memory of a professor from mcgill who was overseeing a student - teacher,in my class - (my class being 7 students emotionally disturbd and at times violent)   he was so freaked out by the violent and unruly behaviour that this poor student teacher was up against, which really he kind of caused by his behavior, the students knew he was completely undone, so when he decided he had to leave immediately he took off without his rubbers.  i quickly said to one of the students, miriam quick take the man's rubbers to him he must be still in the hall.  She quickly took the rubbers and yelled Sir you forgot your rubbers,  she yelled it twice but he wouldn't have anything to do with them walking stiff back and quickly away, so she threw them hitting him on the head with the loud yell, hey you, here's your fuckin rubbers...many moons later when mac and i were at place des arts we met this professor, he was coming up the stairs we were going down, he said, wait i remember YOU,  then after a second look, oh right boy do I ever remember...  Well mac was with me at Place des arts that day, and he never forgot the story...so he had to tell it twice today...and for sure he remembered too.

Well now he is trying to remember if we fed the cat his evening meal, so must do so, g'nite.