*does the Friday dance*
Glad this week is over. It’s been super draining for some reason.
WARNING: Boring ramble about my life ahead…
Yesterday was pretty cool though - one of my work colleagues, who’s off on paternity leave, brought his little boy in! He was SUCH a cutie. He sat on my lap for a bit too, which was awesome but slightly terrifying - I don’t remeber the last time I held a baby, must have been at least 8-10 years ago.
Then after work we went out for drinks, and it reminded me how lovely the people I work with are :)
But yeah, still glad it’s the weekend. Well, kind of. Tomorrow isn’t going to be great - I’ve got a choir rehearsal all day, which is going to be awful. But afterards I’m going to Le Boyfriend’s, and he’s promised to have takeaway pizza, cider, and a crappy film waiting for me. Then Sunday we’re going to his aunt’s birthday party.
I’m also looking forward to next week. I’ve got loads of lovely things planned - a mince pie/mulled wine thing at the museum I used to volunteer at on Monday, a Christmas Pizza Party on Tuesday out at the Museum stores, going out for dinner with friends on Wednesday or Thursday, then on Friday I’m off back to my old uni town to see some friends I haven’t seen for ages. Yay.
It is December 6th, and I remember.
I was 13 years old when Marc Lépine opened fire and murdered 14 women for being at engineering school when he wasn’t. He blamed feminism for the situation he was in, and murdered these women for being in non-traditional jobs, for being there.
Every year, the memorials I go to are different. Some are quiet - I remember several winters in the snow, holding candles and reciting names like a talisman against violence.
Geneviève Bergeron, 21 years old. Hélène Colgan, 24 years old. Nathalie Croteau, 24 years old.
When I was younger, they seemed impossibly mature and sophisticated. I used to imagine them laughing and enjoying university, cut down without warning. Now that I’m 35, they seem so young, and I wonder if they were afraid.
Self reblog from last year. Still worth reading. Still remembering.
Today is the anniversary of the Montreal Massacre.
I will not forget.