Saturday, November 09, 2013

Today is chill, chores and work for me, chill for Spence.

Friday, November 08, 2013

Spence is now hurtling through getting well - he was feeling decent :)  He worked on his November essay (continuing his short story) and math and then I let him chill until his dad came to grab him for an overnight stay - Blizzcon all the way!

I on the other hand, have work to do, so I'm gonna chill with my computer and client files.

Thursday, November 07, 2013

Spencer's October Essay - Chapter 1 of a short story

Chapter 1
Spencer Dahl
November 7, 2013

My name is Jason and this is a documentation of the events that transpired when I was 16, but I need to explain what happened before in order to explain what's going on now.  When I was a kid maybe six years old we had to stay at my grandma and grandpas house, my mom, dad and me where all sleeping in the bedroom in the basement when suddenly I woke up.

I heard a voice calling out to me from outside the door.  Looking around I realized that no one was in the room with me, I was sure that my mom and dad wouldn’t both leave me in the room alone... I called out “mom… dad… you here?”, then a voice shattered through my thoughts I could hear it louder this time “come up stairs”.

Not knowing what to do I walked out the door my eyes had just gotten used to the lack of light, looking around I saw nothing out of the ordinary.  My Grandpa’s office was across from me and the room with the heater in it was to the right.  I could feel the fear slowly starting to engulf me and then I heard it again, “Come up stairs” this time it sounded more demanding and impatient so not knowing what to do I started to creep up there stairs.  Each step felt like it was talking a little too long and like the fear was getting worse as I climbed up, I called out one more time “mom... dad.. you here?” no response.

Then I reached the top step I could hear the voice again this time it sound like it was in my head booming through my mind, “please take your seat and prepare to begin the test” not knowing what to do and with the fear getting worse by the second I started wandering towards the lounge area.  I looked around and couldn’t seem to find where the voice was.  As I passed by the chair in the lounge I had a sudden urge to sit down, once I did I heard the voice again, “please pick up your pencil and prepare to begin the test”.  Next thing I knew it was morning and I was still sitting in that chair looking around.  I couldn’t figure out what was going on, suddenly I heard two voices calling out my name when I turned around I saw my mom and dad running up the stairs and then...I blacked out.

Eight years later, on the night of January the 12th I was hanging out with my friends at Mac’s, we were having a sleepover and I was enjoying my normal life.  I had forgotten about that night which was probably for the best, the two friends I was with were Baker and Josh, Baker was a really nice guy but not really willing to ever stand up for himself, where as Josh was out spoken and would stand up for not only himself but his friends or his little brother, now here’s where it starts.

We were in the Mac's trying to figure out which energy drink to buy, when it started to get colder. I figured that it was just me and I was probably just getting a chill or something, but then I heard Josh interrupt me, ”hey guys, do you feel that chill too or is that just me” I said “yeah I feel it, but don't try and change the subject, I still think we should get”.....a huge explosion stopped me half way through my sentence, the building shook underneath us, we dropped everything and ran outside to see what was going on.

What we saw, was two men staring each other down and several large pieces of ice which almost looked like spears sticking out of the ground between them.  The man on the left of me was wearing a trench coat and had it open, despite the fact that it was -18c.  He had black hair that went down to his shoulders and  blue almost white eyes that matched the weather.  The man he was across from looked beaten up, he had a cut right above his left eye with blood running down it.  He was wearing a uniform of some type, it didn’t look like it was a Canadian Army uniform, and he looked to be in his 30’s so its not like he was going to a private school.

Then the man in the trench coat spoke “just give it up Jarard, there’s no way you're going to make it out of this alive” the man across from him who must have been Jarard said “you think that I'm just going to let you kill me, no I’m going out with a bang”.  He lifted his hand into a thumbs up, and started to slowly turn it down like he was the Emperor in a Roman coliseum about to sentence someone to death.  Then I noticed it, as it came about halfway down, a small red button sticking out of the top of his grip, so I yelled “watch out theres a trigger in his hand”.

Jarard hearing me yell, turned his head towards me in surprise; just for a second, but it was enough time that the guy in the trench coat lifted his hand, and then there was a flash and Jarard slumped to the ground with a giant icicle sticking out of his forehead.  The blood trickled down his head onto the icicle turning it red and the trigger rolled away from his hand.

“This is team S, mission complete, target has been neutralized reporting in.  One, maybe two, witnesses.”  Something seemed wrong about what he had just said, there was three of us, not only one maybe two witnesses to that murder...but now wasn’t the time to think about that.  I had seen enough tv to know that witnesses to a murder were nearly always killed next, so I broke out into a sprint and Josh followed my lead.  He was close behind me, we were running as fast as we could, we were getting closer to the corner then I heard shouting from behind me.  I realized it was Baker “guys wait up, why are we running?” 

Both Josh and I stopped dead in our tracks.  I looked over on to the street and saw the man walking at a fast pace towards us, my mind started racing “there was no way that Josh and I were the only two who saw that, cuz Baker would have said something during that fight if he wasn’t seeing it; so it makes no sense.  If I remember right, the man did say two, not three and he used an icicle, so maybe he did something that was suppose to freeze us but it didn’t work.  In that case, he’s probably about to kill us”.  I looked at Josh and he looked like he had figured out the same thing, we bolted around the corner, we could try and explain this to Baker later, but not now, we knew we should run.

Wednesday, November 06, 2013

Spencer is still sick, but hopefully getting better - he has reduced his meds and is hoping that he can just continue to get better if we make sure he takes it easy.

So we did school - math, reading, printing, essay, spelling - skipped drums (too loud on stuffed and hurting head) .... now he's chilling with his buddies.

James will be by tonight so they have have a chill night together.

I in the meantime am trying to fix my updated mac....the new updates broke more than they fixed - ended up getting a new ipad mini this afternoon (probably a coincidence - but still), my email program is still not working right, so I've purchased outlook to work as a backup email program....hoping mac get's the mail stuff fixed soon.

Still have tones of work to do, so I'll be doing that tonight along with a few chores.

Tuesday, November 05, 2013

We'll see how today goes - Spence went to bed early again last night trying to get better for today - it's PE day and see Bailey day :)

I told him if he's still stuffy - we're not going anywhere, so we'll see.  I'm letting him sleep in again trying to let him get over the cold/flu he has as quickly as possible.

Monday, November 04, 2013

With Spencer's throat being sore, cough and stuffiness - he got up at 2am to tell me he couldn't find the meds to let him go back to sleep - I told him where they were and off he I think we'll do school this afternoon and I'll let him sleep a bit to keep trying to get over this - last night he never ended up having supper because he kept saying he wasn't really hungry.

This cold/flu just doesn't let you go once it has a hold of you.

Sunday, November 03, 2013

So last night was Indian at our place - butter chicken, vindaloo chicken, mushroom mattar, curried potatoes, rice, naan, papudam, chicken masala, chana masala, samosa, rice pudding and chai tea....I think that was it.  I might have gone a bit overboard...but lots of left overs.  We ate and ate and ate and then felt like we might have overdone it.

Spencer's cold/flu was coming to a head - he was stuffed up and coughing and around 2am (old time) comes up to ask if he could do a sleepover -um, no.

Today, the pets and I got up at 9am and got pancakes going and after heading out in the snow (very quickly) we came home to warm up by the fire.  Then the pets wanted to head out to the patio and I did a bunch of chores around the house before we all settled in for an afternoon nap.

Tried out a new method for the pizza, still not there, but it was better than all the other tries ..... still working on a method though to make Neapolitan style at home.

Not sure what we're having for dinner as we have lots of left overs in the fridge...soup maybe for Spencer's cold.