Once more the weather and scheduling gods have come together to give me the day off to enjoy the fluffy-looking snowstorm. Christmas, work insanity, visits and homecomings, hermitude. Where to start? Perhaps with work, which very nearly caused my soul to exit my body. I am so glad Christmas is over and work is back to being pleasant and relaxing. ( Read more... )

The first real snow of the year. I am so grateful that I managed to switch shifts so that I have the day off today and then work late tonight. I am just basking in the first-snow-blue-glow the way most people bask in the sun on a beach in summer. It's my perfect light. I am remembering how much I missed it last year. The flurries and biting cold ( Read more... )

A small selection of some of the sidewalk messages I walk by on my way downtown ( Read more... )

I am very amused. Last night, I went to dinner at the Wooden Monkey and then went to see the Miracle Worker at Neptune. Tonight I am going to dinner at the Wooden Monkey and then going to see the Miracle Worker at Neptune. At least I can argue that tonight's version of last night is with a completely different group of people. Oh my life is amusing ( Read more... )

France and I are not pleased with each other at all. I've broken the news of my potential Christmastime departure to my school, and they sent a curt and annoyed reply informing me I should inform the school board because they need someone who can stay the whole year. The problem with this is that I've already told the school board weeks ago (and ( Read more... )

I just sent an email to my contact teacher in Caen breaking the news that I might not be there after Christmas. I feel so guilty. I know that I had to start making other plans for this year when there was silence on France's end until September, and I want to start my BEd and I want to have a place in Halifax and I don't want to pay for two round- ( Read more... )

The only person in France who ever responds to me and gets things done on my behalf has suddenly stopped replying to me and I have still received nothing from that Godforsaken country. I told him, honestly, that there was a chance I'd get into a BEd programme fro January and that if I did I would only be in France until Christmas. He wrote me back ( Read more... )

I am reading so much about science this summer, and it is alarming me. We just know so little about the world and why and how it is. The subatomic level of the universe behaves in ways that makes no sense whatsoever. So much so that even the most brilliant scientific minds of our century can only deal with their discoveries by not thinking about ( Read more... )

This weekend was the most fun I've had since Tintamarre ended. It's not surprising, since it actually turned out to be a mini Tintamarre! I foolishly volunteered myself to play Mercutio for a couple performances of the Romeo and Juliet excerpt, instantly regretted it and then it was amazingand I'mso happy I did it on a whim! I tagged along with the ( Read more... )

So far, Sackville summer has been so the same, but so different. The attitude this year is much more relaxed and casual, and the cliques and resentment so present in previous summers seem to have melted away. There are just so many fewer complicated interpersonal dynamics (or at least fewer that I am directly involved in). There have been lazy days ( Read more... )