Home Sweet Home

I am still kicking. I've taken a tour back to my roots in recent times. I'm vacationing in my childhood home this week. It's strange to come back. They say you can never go home but here I am. Obviously the non-literal meaning of that phrase is that once you leave and get a taste of independence and start to make your own way in the world, you can never go back to the way it was and for most of us that is an absolutely positive thing. Your parents no longer have dominion over your actions and potentially thoughts, depending on how tyrannic they were. You have the freedom to do your own thing, when you want to do it, within reason I suppose. This doesn't happen immediately though, it is a dance, a waltz, between you and them to find a balance of them letting go of the past and you impressing upon them the future. I can only base all of this off my own experience but I think it truly took a couple of years before we reached an agreeable dynamic. There are slips from time to time to the old ways or expected behaviour on both sides that is overlooked. An example of this is my Dad continually trying to get me to do odd jobs around the farm when I come home. I have to explain to him that I work for a living and that during my time away from work I don't want to do more work. I used the analogy that when he goes to Cuba in the winter, he doesn't do manual labour for the resort. I thought he would counter with the fact that I'm not paying hundreds of dollars to be here but he missed that opportunity. That being said, I am going to depart this afternoon on a journey of some minor odd jobs. These are more tasks that he would do if he was here. He is in Western Canada on business so I will help him out this time. Normally I would like to just enjoy my time away from work with things that I enjoy doing. I don't particularly enjoy mowing the ditch but he has a big tour allegedly going through so this is helpful to him and the business. I will oblige.

I've also taken some time to be a good grandson while here. I've paid my grandmother a visit and got her groceries. I took some time  today as well to go visit the grave of my grandfather. I've been told that I will be willed one of the plots adjacent to him so that is morbid but also satisfying. People don't often see past the morbid part of it but I find some solace and satisfaction that I know where my final resting place will be. I have yet to see any deed or documentation securing my spot to date but I am putting the trust that it is there. Once I see that paperwork, I can complete my own will. Which is something that not enough of us do. Here is some advice on the subject also that I have been weighing. Choose your executor wisely. It is my foggy understanding that they are in charge of executing your last wishes and if they choose to make alterations to that then they are well within their rights to do so. Pick a like minded person that you trust. How else are you going to ensure you get the viking funeral you've always wanted? This got dark, too bad I guess, but it is a part of life so deal with it. I'll have more later.