Day 45: July 15, 2012
Weirdest morning ever.
So driving out to work five in the morning, same as every other day. Then there’s this massive barricade in the highway, right after the last intersection into Calgary. Drive around everything to see that on the other side of the intersection all three lanes of highway are blocked off. Okay.
The guy in the car in front of me gets out to talk to the man standing at the barricade. I wait, assuming they’ll send him through or around on the other side of the highway. They turn him back in the direction of the city. I get out of my car and walk over.
“Can I get through there?”
“No. The highway’s closed. Not going to open up again until about noon.”
“Where you headed?”
“The golf course? Yeah. I don’t know how you’re going to get there.”
That was particularly helpful. I turn back to my car to see that Ashley and Rich, two of my coworkers had arrived and gotten out to see what’s up. I convey what I heard to them. I call my boss, who doesn’t answer. Then as I’m calling the shop, Andy and Gary show up and tell me that they already called. As we’re standing there talking about what to do, Cam walks up.
Now we’re just having a Priddis Party in the middle of 22X at just after five in the morning.
Cam says, “I hope it wasn’t someone from work.”
I think that sort of threw the rest of us, since we were all concerned just with how to get from work. Ashley found another route that took up through backroads south of the highway for awhile, so we were about ready to go ahead and follow her when a police officer walks over.
A non-Priddis worker who had joined us immidiately asks, “Is everything okay?”
“No. There’s been a fatality. Second one on this highway tonight. Earlier there was an incident with a van and a motorcycle. I’ve been on since four yesterday.”
Cam asks, “What kind of car was it?”
“An escalade.” No one who works with us can afford and escalade, but, as my mom later pointed out, what kind of accident does it take to kill someone in an escalade?
I guess the police officer used to live in Priddis, so he knew there was another backroad that cut between the farms and the reservation. He double checked on his phone and then sent us on our way along these gravel roads cutting through the Albertan farmlands. Sort of beautiful.
Then we get to work and I walk up and Mike says to me, “You’re mowing tees on Hawk.”
What is life.
What is this.
After literally a month of greens. Also I’ve only ever been on Hawk like, twice. I was going to send a text of excitement at the change in my job, when I realized how utterly insignificant it was.
Someone this morning was waking up, very, very early on a Sunday morning to a phone call that someone they loved was killed on 22X under suspicious circumstances (this found out when cross referencing stories at work.) What the hell does it matter if I’m mowing greens or tees?
It really doesn’t. But Hawk is gorgeous, and it was really nice to just have a change at work. It definitely made the thought of the rest of the week much more bearable.
Since it was raining I had no hort stuff to do, so I left at nine. Contemplated the meaning of life on my drive home back past the scene.
Stopped at Safeway and bought no actual, useful groceries. Ooops. Called my mom for the first time in ever.
Had a nap.
Then photoshopped a lot.
Talked to my dad for the first time in a longer ever.
Then somehow ended up being the kind of person who watches church services live online. Thanks, Mark.