I’m changing jobs. What can I tell you?
After ten years working for the Canadian Union of Public Employees national office as their web wierdo (Senior Officer, New Media) I am moving on. October 23 will be my last day. Then, on November 2nd, I’ll be starting at the Public Service Alliance of Canada national office as their web wierdo (Communications officer, New Media).
Not a travel maven
I am finding it really difficult to deal with being unable to speak with anyone here.
Hair: does it change the world?
I just got my hair cut off after about 20 years of having long hair and a few years of having freaky hair before that. Truth be told, I let my hair grow because I just didn’t know what to do with it and the world of fashion left me behind so long ago that it wasn’t even visible on the horizon. (Until I was 40 I was pretty much convinced that Doc Maartens were the only type of shoe on the planet).
Barry Doyle
I got horrible news from a co-worker. My colleague Barry Doyle has died. It’s blindingly, mind-numbingly, staggeringly sudden and as unexpected as possible. I’m still processing it and I have no information about much of anything except that all my co-workers are reeling and in pain. My heart goes out to Andrea, Tallie and Jamie.
Halloween: a study in contrast
Halloween is quite a different affair in our new neighbourhood, compared to our old one.
Things looking up on the dad front
I phoned my dad tonight. He had another hormone injection Tuesday and was meant to phone me afterwards because they were also going to test his PSA and what not. I didn’t hear from him, but that doesn’t mean anything with dad.
House is sold
I am pleased to report that our house is sold. Wouldn’t recommend owning two houses at once. Nope. Can’t say we got our ideal price, but we can’t be all that fussy.
Unto the salt mines we return
Comparatively speaking, a left-wing malcontent such as myself should be overjoyed to be working full time for an organization that is universally unloved among the right wing pundits of both amateur and professional variety.
So did you miss me?
Don’t feel like you have to answer that. After being down for a few days while my phone service transferred from old to new house, I am back. Don’t have a phone yet, so I will need more attention from Bell, which could mean breaking my DSL connection but who knows.
Moving is chaos
Edgar has been hiding behind the furnace for two days now. The dust bunnies in our old house have started to form a soccer league. There’s a heap of cardboard, bubble wrap and paper in the chasm that is our living room. We’re moved. Mostly.
An axe blaze on life
For the last while I feel like I’ve been bashing through forest with no trail, trying to get somewhere important – or at least back to the path. My life has been quite full of Mallory, packing, purging, trying to sell our house and fix up our new one that I haven’t posted in weeks.
Time away
Selling your house is a pain. But it is an excellent incentive to go do things out of the ordinary, like get out of your house. See, the less time you spend in it, the less you have to clean.
House for sale
We’ve listed our house and there’s now a sign on the lawn and everything. There’s an open house this Sunday and we’ve got a bunch of showings scheduled tomorrow.
Utah Phillips has died
Thanks Bob Bossin for writing an obituary of Bruce “Utah” Phillips on rabble.ca. This is crushing, for me. Utah Phillips is the last link I know of to the era of radical unions, political tramps, guitar playing agitators and big ideas.
Involved
I was in Toronto yesterday to be with my dad as he got news of two scans done to see how far along his prostate cancer is. It could have been worse, but not by much. Both CAT and bone scans showed that the cancer has spread to dad’s bones. “The bones are involved,” in oncology-speak.
