Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
Church had two parts, the coffee and the sun. The coffee was at Beacon, the sun was on Mike’s balcony.
I had an absolutely lovely time. I think I may even have gotten a little sunburnt.
I wrote about 250 words this weekend. I should have enough to forward to mOm by the middle of the week.
They pay up to date. Amazing. I love working for a small company.
The commute does not have any stinky people on it, on the basis of three days’ worth, although somewhere around Fraser somebody gets on who smells so strong of dank (in the marijuana sense of the word) that my eyes pop open and I wanna yell, “Where’s the party!?”
I have made a listless and ineffectual stab at the laundry. Right now I want to write. (and I did, 250 words).
I’m doing coffee in church tomorrow with Sue. I am bringing cheese and crackers.
Katie is feeling so crappy she may be visiting the ER today. I hope she takes a minute to text me.
I won’t be commenting any more about work unless something really interesting happens. And since all I’m doing is working and sleeping I suspect my blog will be even more boring than it has been lately. Unless you hear otherwise, I’m happy.
Schnitzel for dinner yesterday. The greek salad that came with was full of moldy vegetables. Sigh.
There’s a Cuppa Joe’s café in the complex where I work. I now have a place to go when I’m early for work, which, when the weather is inclement is a big deal, because there’s no shelter from the bus stop to the office.
Jeff looked at me yesterday and said, “I guess the laundry is winning.”
I have a long commute and work right next to the Fraser River (as in, if there’s a century flood, goodbye office and possibly job and life), but I am really happy with their offer and my decision to take it. I’ll be happier when I have my own log in so I can own my own mistakes (I made a doozy today, but we quietly tidied it up.) Also, no tea. There’s coffee but no tea.
I’m doing honest work for an honest day’s pay. It’s all good. They made me work yesterday!
The office will be moving to larger quarters in the next couple of months. Ah, office moves! I survived two at Statpower, and I changed desks about once a year for more than a decade, so I’m an old hand.
Breakfast for supper last night, made French toast.
I am very underslept, but today I am going to enjoy paid employment for the first time in two years. Wish me luck!
I am really nervous about going back to work. What if I screw up something major on my first day? I know we’re talking almonds, not arteries, but even so…
They gave me a signed employment contract with a list of my duties. I have never had that. It’s like a miracle.
I’ve been reading and watching all the speculation about what happened to that Malaysian flight 370 and it’s like watching the media lose its groupmind 24.7.
It appears this is the single political act of an angry relative of a Malaysian politico who got stuck in jail on trumped up sodomy charges.
What a world.
From Lady Miss B’s blog:
Customer: “This photocopier is so expensive!”
Floor manager: “Why, I remember when it was just a farthing!”
Customer: “Are you sassing me?”
Floor manager: “Yes ma’am.”
Customer: “That’s why I shop here.”
Another customer: “Are you eight feet or nine feet tall?”
Floor manager (who is 6’2): “3 and a half, sir, plus Pharmasave-brand insoles.”
I love my co-workers.
After a late breakfast cooked by the birthday boy D, I got a ride back in to town where I was supPOSED to meet up with Keith and Paul and Katie, but Katie bailed because she was sick. So I got to hug my son and listen to his tales of Australia.
Luc pointed out the MP3 is on line now.
I was supposed to get Naan last night for Jeff but the new Desi Turku restaurant is not open Sunday.
Janice’s bf D (we were celebrating his birthday and St Patricks Day) and their friends are THE MOST wonderful and hospitable people. I had a tremendous time, and my ride didn’t wake up until church was in the rearview mirror. I lasted until 1:30 am, who could credit it!
We made a lot of music.
Janice L is about to pick me up to take me to Maple Ridge to Partay! which is funny, because we just came from Ralph Greer’s memorial service. What a splendid brace of families he made and came from! What a solid, hard working, unassuming, gentle, intelligent, straight forward and loving guy he was! It was a privilege to be there. And 99 when he went! A long life well lived. Thanks to Franci for safely conducting me to and fro the UCV which is where the service was, ably led by Rev Debra.
I have wrapped up Otto and now I’m gonna find a sweater. Hopefully I’ll get back from Maple Ridge in time for church tomorrow. I’ll figure something out!!!
Pork chomps and veg.
The novel has fired up again; I have five days to finish it before my job starts. Easy, right? Well, not so fast. I have a pretty long list of stuff to do before I actually get to work.
Keith is coming home this weekend or soonish.
I am very happy.
I am employed. I start next Wednesday.
Isn’t life just ducky?
I am waiting to hear the results of my interview yesterday, which is for a job a short commute away working for a privately owned company. I was pleased with getting the interview. I will know by Friday about the job I interviewed for on the 5th.
I have printed out my manuscript so far and will start assembling it.
I am feeling pretty good today, and the sunshine is most glorious.
I’ve been invited for a jam on Saturday. Picture me having slept in my clothes and hungover for church next Sunday….
Paul dragged me out of the house last night. I wasn’t feeling up to performing (I actually thought I was coming down with something) but I wanted to check out the Heritage Grill Monday night open mic; when we arrived around 7:30 the room was FULL OF UKELELES. It was remarkable; it was a slo-pitch for ukes, and the full effect was entirely charming. Paul and I had stupid grins on our faces that lasted until a couple of performers had done the open mike thing; a guy came up who had nothing to say and a peculiarly distressing way of saying it. I pumpkin out around 9 pm these days so Paul gave me a lift home. Thank you for foodicles Paul! it was yummy.
I am waiting to hear back from my best recent job interview and have another interview today. I haven’t stopped looking, but man, it’s hard!
I forgot to mention; we heard frogs in Oakalla on Sunday afternoon. Spring is here!
I don’t know how long I’ve been writing songs. The first song that I remember was a series of hummed staccato notes against the drone of the 5 horse engine of the boat my FoLKS rented when we went to Prince Albert National Park in 67. Continue reading Where DOES it come from?