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   Thursday, November 07, 2002

WHEN A STRANGER CALLS

Have you checked the parents? Being so busy, I hadn't called mine for a couple of weeks. One more thing for Captain Procrastinator here to get around to, I figured, even as my father was leaving me one of those plaintive answering machine messages of his ("Hey bud...[long pause]...it's your father...[longer pause]...just checking to see if you're alive...").

Meanwhile, I'd also neglected to deposit a paycheque at the bank. Using their ATM machines has led to bounced cheques on more than one occasion (I'm looking at you, TD Canada Trust!) so these days I insist on speaking to an actual teller. Due to my dallying, however, I'd missed a loan payment and, after waiting over a week, the bank decided to check their contact list and phone my father to ask about me. With that call (and my lack of the same), my dad was nearly convinced I was dead. Much reassuring ensued.

It's particularly bad timing on my part since this has been a rough day for him -- the Republican wins in last night's US midterm elections have my dad worried for the wildlife in Alaska, potential victims of our lust for oil. With no Democrat majority to hold him back any longer, Bush is looking northward and ready to drill. I'm as worried as my father is about this, even if I'm not phoning to tell him so.

Labels: family, George W Bush, introspective, money - lack thereof