Where should I begin? I keep flipping pages of my agenda, watching the weeks disappear. There are notes everywhere, work everywhere, chores everywhere and I'm somewhere in the middle of it all, coming and going, pausing for meals, emails, brief bouts of yoga. If I had a digital camera I probably would have just posted pictures at this point, trying to capture what my week has looked like:
an empty street intersection except for the front tire of a bike. In the background is a parking lot, light reflecting off car hoods and windshields. Over the lot is a large neon Barcardi billboard.
An extended green counter that runs 25 or 30 feet long with the employees perched at intervals along the counter some with customers, some wait alone.
A bouquet of flowers with a large butter orange lily in the middle. Eucalyptus shoots up behind and away fromt the white and pink daisies.
An ant moves across a yellow tile.
Svetlana (part of the cast) tucked into the grey fun fur. Her front paws extended out with her head resting between them.
A silver blade chopping garlic on a wooden block.
looking at a street end/intersection with a coffee shop in the centre.
A server's shoe in motion on the textured green tiled floor that looks like grass in the restaurant "live"
Prima (part of the cast) stretched out on the pink yoga mat
Looking up at the white paper Chinese lanterns lit up, hanging across a white ceiling
A messy desk.
A group of about 10 or more men and women all dressed in black pants, shirts and ties milling about against a brilliant pink wall. One woman fixes her tie in the mirror. Some of them are sitting on a counter and some are paired, talking to each other. Behind them is a rack of clothes and a punch clock.
A row of women at the gym on the eliptical machines while one woman runs on the treadmill behind them at the back.
A pair of pink hyacinths
A row of daffodils with a green fence behind them.
A stray cat tucked into the bushes, sleeping the day away
The sagging colourful fences along the alley behind our house.
The sky reflecting in the pond of a city park.
The playground on the Lakeshore (the same one I used in "from Human Resources")
Raindrops on the budding peach blossoms in the backyard
More later....
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Addendum
Apparently yesterday it was too early and I was too excited about my coffee to remember the day itself. However, to the man who brought coffee to a new level for me...
Happy Anniversary, D!
Of course I wished each other a happy anniversary yesterday in person and I gave him a copper gift (as the 7th anniversary is copper) found at L.V. Now he has the super siphon for his wine and I have a beautful bouquet with my favorite eucalyptus and lillies in the mix.
Happy Anniversary, D!
Of course I wished each other a happy anniversary yesterday in person and I gave him a copper gift (as the 7th anniversary is copper) found at L.V. Now he has the super siphon for his wine and I have a beautful bouquet with my favorite eucalyptus and lillies in the mix.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Coffee!
Rich, dark elixir I am enslaved to you. How do you get through 10 hours, 12 hours etc of work? Coffee of course! I'm back on the drip after being a tea drinker for the last....year? I switched to tea to get rid of those coffee jitters I was getting, leaving myself to indulge in the luscious crema only on weekends when my personal barista (D.) can froth up a soy chai latte for my delight (it definitely is an asset that D. works for a espresson machine company). Tea hasn't been cutting it lately. I love my blends of green and white teas, jasmine and darjeeling, but when headaches started to creep in I knew I needed a little jolt of espresso to get me through the second job of the day.
This morning I've started with coffee which I haven't done in a very long time and I feel like an addict, telling myself "just this once and then I'll go back to tea in the morning." Yesterday I had a shot of espresso between shifts and felt so great by the time I started job #2 at 4:30 that I felt I could do 15 hours of work. Of course by 11 it all hit me and I could barely move. Hmmm, should I be concerned? Am I going to crash and end up in line at a dreaded Starbucks. Ugh!
A new tea shop just opened down the street and I've been waiting for weeks for them to open and see what varieties they have, wondering what kind of organic teas they carry. This may renew my delight in teas and draw me from the drip -- the gorgeous, velvety espresso. Yummmm.
This morning I've started with coffee which I haven't done in a very long time and I feel like an addict, telling myself "just this once and then I'll go back to tea in the morning." Yesterday I had a shot of espresso between shifts and felt so great by the time I started job #2 at 4:30 that I felt I could do 15 hours of work. Of course by 11 it all hit me and I could barely move. Hmmm, should I be concerned? Am I going to crash and end up in line at a dreaded Starbucks. Ugh!
A new tea shop just opened down the street and I've been waiting for weeks for them to open and see what varieties they have, wondering what kind of organic teas they carry. This may renew my delight in teas and draw me from the drip -- the gorgeous, velvety espresso. Yummmm.
Monday, April 17, 2006
Potato Gnocchi
Wandering Coyote asked for the gnocchi recipe so I thought I'd share with everyone.
This recipe is from the fabulous book Vegan Planet by Robin Robertson. I've never had a bad recipe from this book. Everything has been tasty.
For the gnocchi I'll put an * where I differ from the cookbook.
Potato Gnocchi
2 large baking potatoes (* this is key because baking potatoes are drier than other varieties)
1 cup unbleached all-purpose flour, or more as desired
1 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon turmeric, or more as needed.
1. Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Puncture the potatoes in a few places and bake until soft, about 1 hour.
2. Place the flour in a large bowl and sprinkle with salt. Make a well in the center of the flour and set aside.
3. Peel the potatoes while they are still hot and mash them using a potato masher or ricer (*I love the ricer!) sprinkle on the turmeric, stirring gently to incorporate it. Place the potatoes in the center of the flour. Using a spoon, slowly draw the flour into the potatoes to form a slightly sticky dough, adding more flour, if necessary. If a deeper yellow color is desired, sprinkle on a little more turmeric (*I used about 1/2 teaspoon). Knead the dough until smooth, 3-4 minutes. Divide the dough into 6 pieces.
4. On a floured board, roll each piece of dough into a 1/2 inch thick rope with the palms of your hands. Cut into 3/4 inch pieces (*cut to your preferred gnocchi size, remember that these do swell a little when boiled), then press one side of each gnocchi against the tines of a fork. (* I use a gnocchi paddle. Either way you just kind of use your thumb and roll the dough across the tines or paddle and off onto a floured baking sheet. Leave a little space between each gnocchi on the sheet.)
Cook them in a large pot of boiling salted water until they rise to the top, about 3 minutes. Remove with a slotted spoon and drain well.
You can keep them warm in a baking dish until ready for use or eat right away with your favorite sauce.
Enjoy!
This recipe is from the fabulous book Vegan Planet by Robin Robertson. I've never had a bad recipe from this book. Everything has been tasty.
For the gnocchi I'll put an * where I differ from the cookbook.
Potato Gnocchi
2 large baking potatoes (* this is key because baking potatoes are drier than other varieties)
1 cup unbleached all-purpose flour, or more as desired
1 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon turmeric, or more as needed.
1. Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Puncture the potatoes in a few places and bake until soft, about 1 hour.
2. Place the flour in a large bowl and sprinkle with salt. Make a well in the center of the flour and set aside.
3. Peel the potatoes while they are still hot and mash them using a potato masher or ricer (*I love the ricer!) sprinkle on the turmeric, stirring gently to incorporate it. Place the potatoes in the center of the flour. Using a spoon, slowly draw the flour into the potatoes to form a slightly sticky dough, adding more flour, if necessary. If a deeper yellow color is desired, sprinkle on a little more turmeric (*I used about 1/2 teaspoon). Knead the dough until smooth, 3-4 minutes. Divide the dough into 6 pieces.
4. On a floured board, roll each piece of dough into a 1/2 inch thick rope with the palms of your hands. Cut into 3/4 inch pieces (*cut to your preferred gnocchi size, remember that these do swell a little when boiled), then press one side of each gnocchi against the tines of a fork. (* I use a gnocchi paddle. Either way you just kind of use your thumb and roll the dough across the tines or paddle and off onto a floured baking sheet. Leave a little space between each gnocchi on the sheet.)
Cook them in a large pot of boiling salted water until they rise to the top, about 3 minutes. Remove with a slotted spoon and drain well.
You can keep them warm in a baking dish until ready for use or eat right away with your favorite sauce.
Enjoy!
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Easter Sunday Run
Why does 13 km of running feel as difficult as 16 km of running? Again, the last 3 kms were killer. We were so busy at LV on Saturday though that I was pretty well run off my feet so I went into my run somewhat unrested. It was a gorgeous day in whoville though. Again I sought out a new route and ran through a neighbourhood that was unfamiliar, but lovely. I hit the park towards the end. The last stretch to home was the killer part. Anyway, I did it. I do feel "under trained" for the 1/2 marathon but I still have a few weeks of training left so I'm not going to panic.
There were lots of people in the park this morning. More people than I expected were out on the streets, heading to church, stopping at the corner stores to buy easter lillies and other spring flowers. I did see some front lawns adorned with easter themed decorations as well.
D. had an awesome brunch waiting for when I returned. It was sort of like the Bournemouth breakfast I referred to earlier with some modifications. D.'s take on it, I suppose. Delicious coffee and what more could you ask for?
We also tended to the garden today, did a little tidying and put out our table and chairs. Soon we'll be having dinner outside again. I can't wait.
Nothing special going on around here for easter. We did buy some dark chocolate and I'm making potato gnocchi. I suppose the gnocchi are sort of egg shaped. I'm just enjoying the quiet in the neighbourhood and the warm weather.
Happy Easter.
There were lots of people in the park this morning. More people than I expected were out on the streets, heading to church, stopping at the corner stores to buy easter lillies and other spring flowers. I did see some front lawns adorned with easter themed decorations as well.
D. had an awesome brunch waiting for when I returned. It was sort of like the Bournemouth breakfast I referred to earlier with some modifications. D.'s take on it, I suppose. Delicious coffee and what more could you ask for?
We also tended to the garden today, did a little tidying and put out our table and chairs. Soon we'll be having dinner outside again. I can't wait.
Nothing special going on around here for easter. We did buy some dark chocolate and I'm making potato gnocchi. I suppose the gnocchi are sort of egg shaped. I'm just enjoying the quiet in the neighbourhood and the warm weather.
Happy Easter.
Friday, April 14, 2006
More Suzuki excerpts
Since much of my week required that I travel by transit more than usual, I've continued to read the David Suzuki Reader. It was published in 2003 so keep this in mind when you read the excerpt from "Global Warming" and think about recent disasters like New Orleans. He does talk about New Orleans and Louisiana's astonishing loss of marsh and farm lands due to flooding from rising sea levels, which sadly makes the recent disaster seem inevitable.
Of course if you're sick of reading my Suzuki excerpts then you may just want to skip my blog today and on other Suzuki related days.
"Later that year, I stayed in the traditional Kaiapo Indian village of Aucre, deep in the Amazon rain forest. Each time I asked a Kaiapo about a plant or animal, he or she identified it by name and told an anecdote about it. Kaiapo knowledge of forest flora and fauna is by no means complete, but it has enabled the people to survive in harmony with the forest biodiversity. Scince, in contrast, allows us to extract great detail by sacrificing that sense of nature's vast breadth and immeasurable complexity. In the Monteverde Cloud Forest, one is overwhelmed by the immensity of our ignorance, a sense of humility about our abilities, and a reverence for nature, which put our sense of achievement into perspective."
- from "How Little we Know" in the David Suzuki Reader.
"The most predictable consequence of warming is the effect on the oceans. When water warms, it expands. When a mass of water as large as an ocean heats up even a bit, sea levels rise. As a result, ocean currents are change, marine ecosystems altered, and plankton populations affected. Warmer oceans will increase the intensity of tides, storms, erosion, salt water intrusion in aquifers, and corrosion of underground subways and pipes. A sea level rise of a few centimeters will greatly affect human societies.
(...)Although sea level rise is occurring with astonishing speed in geological terms, it is invisible to most people. In spite of our capacity to plan ahead to avoid danger, we don't react to incremental change, only to major disasters like hurricanes or floods."
-from "Global Warming" in the David Suzuki Reader.
Until next time...
Of course if you're sick of reading my Suzuki excerpts then you may just want to skip my blog today and on other Suzuki related days.
"Later that year, I stayed in the traditional Kaiapo Indian village of Aucre, deep in the Amazon rain forest. Each time I asked a Kaiapo about a plant or animal, he or she identified it by name and told an anecdote about it. Kaiapo knowledge of forest flora and fauna is by no means complete, but it has enabled the people to survive in harmony with the forest biodiversity. Scince, in contrast, allows us to extract great detail by sacrificing that sense of nature's vast breadth and immeasurable complexity. In the Monteverde Cloud Forest, one is overwhelmed by the immensity of our ignorance, a sense of humility about our abilities, and a reverence for nature, which put our sense of achievement into perspective."
- from "How Little we Know" in the David Suzuki Reader.
"The most predictable consequence of warming is the effect on the oceans. When water warms, it expands. When a mass of water as large as an ocean heats up even a bit, sea levels rise. As a result, ocean currents are change, marine ecosystems altered, and plankton populations affected. Warmer oceans will increase the intensity of tides, storms, erosion, salt water intrusion in aquifers, and corrosion of underground subways and pipes. A sea level rise of a few centimeters will greatly affect human societies.
(...)Although sea level rise is occurring with astonishing speed in geological terms, it is invisible to most people. In spite of our capacity to plan ahead to avoid danger, we don't react to incremental change, only to major disasters like hurricanes or floods."
-from "Global Warming" in the David Suzuki Reader.
Until next time...
Life in Hellweek
I made it through!
I'm done in but I made it through.
Oh...the procession is just coming through, I can hear the music. Good Friday means that the reenactment of the stations of the cross occurs during a procession in Little Italy, the largest in Canada. However, closer to my whovillian home is another smaller procession that happens later in the day and is much simpler with sombre music and people holding candles. It's quite different from the Little Italy spectacle that appears complete with fake blood and soldiers in gladiator garb. Out of curiosity I went to little Italy one year for the event. D. was reluctant because he finds it a bit vulgar. Anywho...there was a struggle for front row view and a group of women with their kids and grandkids started to get into it because they all claimed to have that spot first. I was more interested in what was being said in the argument and missed half of the procession. After that I didn't go again. It's way too chaotic for me.
Back to the week I just came through. Phew. I'm glad it's over. Even though I work tomorrow, it still feels like the week is over. No more 13 hour days (plus travel time). No more catered passover meals. No more stuffing my back pack like an overnight back with lunch, dinner, my toothbrush and a change of clothes for catering and after work. At least not for this week. Who knows what next week will bring.
I'm done in but I made it through.
Oh...the procession is just coming through, I can hear the music. Good Friday means that the reenactment of the stations of the cross occurs during a procession in Little Italy, the largest in Canada. However, closer to my whovillian home is another smaller procession that happens later in the day and is much simpler with sombre music and people holding candles. It's quite different from the Little Italy spectacle that appears complete with fake blood and soldiers in gladiator garb. Out of curiosity I went to little Italy one year for the event. D. was reluctant because he finds it a bit vulgar. Anywho...there was a struggle for front row view and a group of women with their kids and grandkids started to get into it because they all claimed to have that spot first. I was more interested in what was being said in the argument and missed half of the procession. After that I didn't go again. It's way too chaotic for me.
Back to the week I just came through. Phew. I'm glad it's over. Even though I work tomorrow, it still feels like the week is over. No more 13 hour days (plus travel time). No more catered passover meals. No more stuffing my back pack like an overnight back with lunch, dinner, my toothbrush and a change of clothes for catering and after work. At least not for this week. Who knows what next week will bring.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Run Vegan Run
16 k. I did it! I can't believe it. I am quite elated. The last 3 km were probably the toughest I've done in a long time and it was mostly uphill, but I kept going until the end. Phew. Now I can imagine myself doing the Missisauga half marathon in May. If all goes well and I can keep up my training, I should be able to do it. I'd better book the time off work now. I'll give them lots of notice.
Another beautiful sunny day here in whoville. We had a great vegan brunch to fuel up. I made vegan french toast. D. frothed up the soymilk for my coffee and I tried to relax. I didn't want to get worked up about my first really long run of the year/season. I put no pressure on myself and took it nice and slow. The lakeshore was busy with all kinds of activities going on. There weren' t as many runners as I expected, mostly cyclists and inline skaters, but the few runners I did see were friendly.
I'm being pulled away again. We have to go in search or organic garlic. Until later...
Another beautiful sunny day here in whoville. We had a great vegan brunch to fuel up. I made vegan french toast. D. frothed up the soymilk for my coffee and I tried to relax. I didn't want to get worked up about my first really long run of the year/season. I put no pressure on myself and took it nice and slow. The lakeshore was busy with all kinds of activities going on. There weren' t as many runners as I expected, mostly cyclists and inline skaters, but the few runners I did see were friendly.
I'm being pulled away again. We have to go in search or organic garlic. Until later...
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Ah the joy of a day off! No longer do my days blur one into the other with bits and bouts of writing coming sporadically throughout the day, any day between laundry, emails, blogging, a trip to the gym, and breaking up the cat spats. I use to long for the 9-5 type of day and now I'm in it. The grass is always greener. Now I'm a time manager. I've started wearing my watch regularly again (for some reason this disturbs me). I've started a list of things to be accomplished for the month. Nope, no daily list for me. It's all about what needs to get done in a month and I'm moving on that list pretty quickly because I now appreciate my "down time."
So...
today I enjoyed the sunny, but cool, weather in whoville. There was not a cloud in the sky. I went to get my annual bike tune up at the same place where D. had dropped his bike earlier in the week and I left the place with two bikes! It's about time. I bought my old bike in Victoria in ;95 and it's had a good run, but I had to replace a lot of things and I sensed that there would be more to come. Furthermore, I was getting tired of spending the money on a tune up on a bike that was feeling uncomfortable and stiff. The new bike is...I can't really sum it up in one word but it is enough to say that I love it and am really excited to start riding it regularly. Of course this also means I need to upgrade my lock. The old 8.99 u-lock from the kitchen store on St. Laurent isn't going to suffice anymore. It's protected two bikes of mine and now it's time for a Kryptonite lock. L.V. lets us keep our bikes in the warehouse so I don't have to worry about leaving it out all day at work. Sad isn't it that I have to worry about leaving my bike anywhere?
Tonight we went to see Brokeback Mountain at a local rep theatre and I thought it'd be nice to quickly zip up on our bikes, but then rethought it when I considered the neighbourhood. Whoville isn't always so friendly, you know.
Well, now's it's time for pizza and I'm off to eat some of D's yummy pizza so more later...
So...
today I enjoyed the sunny, but cool, weather in whoville. There was not a cloud in the sky. I went to get my annual bike tune up at the same place where D. had dropped his bike earlier in the week and I left the place with two bikes! It's about time. I bought my old bike in Victoria in ;95 and it's had a good run, but I had to replace a lot of things and I sensed that there would be more to come. Furthermore, I was getting tired of spending the money on a tune up on a bike that was feeling uncomfortable and stiff. The new bike is...I can't really sum it up in one word but it is enough to say that I love it and am really excited to start riding it regularly. Of course this also means I need to upgrade my lock. The old 8.99 u-lock from the kitchen store on St. Laurent isn't going to suffice anymore. It's protected two bikes of mine and now it's time for a Kryptonite lock. L.V. lets us keep our bikes in the warehouse so I don't have to worry about leaving it out all day at work. Sad isn't it that I have to worry about leaving my bike anywhere?
Tonight we went to see Brokeback Mountain at a local rep theatre and I thought it'd be nice to quickly zip up on our bikes, but then rethought it when I considered the neighbourhood. Whoville isn't always so friendly, you know.
Well, now's it's time for pizza and I'm off to eat some of D's yummy pizza so more later...
Thursday, April 06, 2006
from the David Suzuki Reader
Since I've been commuting on transit lately, I've picked up the David Suzuki Reader because it is a collection of 2-5 page articles that I can read on my brief commute. I thought I'd include passages that stand out to me for whatever reason. I usually keep scraps of paper or a file on the computer where I collect these things for some future use (story idea or research).
"In cities, gleaming displays of vegetables, fruit, and meat in supermarkets create an illusion that the Earth's abundance is endless. It's easy for urban dwellers to believe this fantasy of a world without limits when we are immersed in a human-created landscape and few of us get to experience seasonal rites of nature anymore. But because our reference point is the urban setting and what we experience, we don't see the impoverishment of nature over the past two centuries."
(David Suzuki, "The Case for Keeping Wild Tigers" in the David Suzuki Reader, 2003, p. 38)
"In cities, gleaming displays of vegetables, fruit, and meat in supermarkets create an illusion that the Earth's abundance is endless. It's easy for urban dwellers to believe this fantasy of a world without limits when we are immersed in a human-created landscape and few of us get to experience seasonal rites of nature anymore. But because our reference point is the urban setting and what we experience, we don't see the impoverishment of nature over the past two centuries."
(David Suzuki, "The Case for Keeping Wild Tigers" in the David Suzuki Reader, 2003, p. 38)
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Today I ran.
Today I ran. My new shoes arrived from the States at a great discount. Mom and D. purchased them for me. They're last year's model but so what? They're great. I had some banking to do so I ran to the bank, beyond and then home. L.V. has taken up so much of my time lately that I've been too tired to do anything else. Furthermore, by the time I get home there's not much time to do anything but get some dinner, catch up on the news or watch the Blues. Most of the time I fall asleep on the couch. Sad isn't it?
Anywho...today I ran and it was beautiful. Outside, crisp air and the stress of the day gone from my thoughts. I focused on breathing and my stride. My achilles ached a little at the beginning but by the time I warmed up I felt fine and by the time I reached my little who-Home I felt I could keep going a little further.
The job is going fine. I'm overwhelmed by the amount of product and product knowledge required. My co-workers are a good group of interesting people. They understand that I need to do my catering and seem to be flexible with that so...so far so good.
The cats are needy when I get home and there never seems to be enough time to play with them or give them the attention they need. I'm off Friday and Saturday (I asked to have those days left open for catering since it's almost a guarentee lately that I'll be catering on one or both of those days) so I'll spend more time with kitties while doing fun things like cleaning the house! Oh joy! I will run outside again though and head right for who-High Park (my favorite place) and see how the gardens are coming along.
Until then...
Anywho...today I ran and it was beautiful. Outside, crisp air and the stress of the day gone from my thoughts. I focused on breathing and my stride. My achilles ached a little at the beginning but by the time I warmed up I felt fine and by the time I reached my little who-Home I felt I could keep going a little further.
The job is going fine. I'm overwhelmed by the amount of product and product knowledge required. My co-workers are a good group of interesting people. They understand that I need to do my catering and seem to be flexible with that so...so far so good.
The cats are needy when I get home and there never seems to be enough time to play with them or give them the attention they need. I'm off Friday and Saturday (I asked to have those days left open for catering since it's almost a guarentee lately that I'll be catering on one or both of those days) so I'll spend more time with kitties while doing fun things like cleaning the house! Oh joy! I will run outside again though and head right for who-High Park (my favorite place) and see how the gardens are coming along.
Until then...
Friday, March 31, 2006
Cats in a van
They were fine. Not a peep from one cat for almost 6 hours. We loaded up the "Kanyonaro", stuffed it full of L.'s temporary supplies for her 2 month rental. Three cat carriers in the back seat and one smaller one bungeed on top with a seat belt around them and away we went. They were all so good. I'm so proud of the cast of characters. L. was in the worst shape, but she recovered fine after a couple of hours and even forgot about needing to check on the kitties every 10 minutes.
Now I'm in Montreal and it's balmy spring weather. This is my favorite Montreal weather when everyone is out and buzzing around, shaking off the winter blues, cold and cabin fever. This place has such a different hum compared to whoville. It's neither better or worse...just different.
Tomorrow I'll try and get in a run. We still need to move some of L's stuff from our mom's apartment. Mom has a new addition on the back. I'm calling it the meditation room because I think it would be perfect for that. Tonight it is my bedroom and I love it.
Good night I'll see you anon.
Now I'm in Montreal and it's balmy spring weather. This is my favorite Montreal weather when everyone is out and buzzing around, shaking off the winter blues, cold and cabin fever. This place has such a different hum compared to whoville. It's neither better or worse...just different.
Tomorrow I'll try and get in a run. We still need to move some of L's stuff from our mom's apartment. Mom has a new addition on the back. I'm calling it the meditation room because I think it would be perfect for that. Tonight it is my bedroom and I love it.
Good night I'll see you anon.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
L.V. update and the rest of my life.
First a note about my blogging capabilities via an old computer. No, even older than that. It's a gamble whether my browser will let me into my blog to post or not. So...if you don't hear from me for a while it's because I'm having trouble with access.
Now where's that bloody work faerie? just kidding. Yes, I am exhausted and have little time for anything else in my life while the showroom becomes the focus of set up at L.V. Today will be the first time I work both jobs (L.V. and catering) so we'll see if I fall asleep in the kitchen at work tonight.
I'm trying to stay positive, really I am. However, I'm covered in dust from head to toe all day long. My legs don't want to run, but I keep training and hoping it will pay off on race day. My cats are like velcro whenever i'm home because they miss me so much (that's sweet thought isn't it). I think I saw D. and heard his voice, but there hasn't been much coversation. We do live in the same house though so at least we'll see each other. I know, I know once the dust settles (literally and figuratively) I'll ease into a routine. Won't I?
I miss writing and the past routine of my life although it was uneven working on call and not knowing when that will happen again, but there was a goal. L.V. is just a little conflict in the road that I will have to negotiate around in order to maintain all that other stuff too. It's just more juggling I suppose. The up side is that the people are super nice at the store and that makes all the difference.
Well, I'd better get going, I'm already running behind schedule.
Now where's that bloody work faerie? just kidding. Yes, I am exhausted and have little time for anything else in my life while the showroom becomes the focus of set up at L.V. Today will be the first time I work both jobs (L.V. and catering) so we'll see if I fall asleep in the kitchen at work tonight.
I'm trying to stay positive, really I am. However, I'm covered in dust from head to toe all day long. My legs don't want to run, but I keep training and hoping it will pay off on race day. My cats are like velcro whenever i'm home because they miss me so much (that's sweet thought isn't it). I think I saw D. and heard his voice, but there hasn't been much coversation. We do live in the same house though so at least we'll see each other. I know, I know once the dust settles (literally and figuratively) I'll ease into a routine. Won't I?
I miss writing and the past routine of my life although it was uneven working on call and not knowing when that will happen again, but there was a goal. L.V. is just a little conflict in the road that I will have to negotiate around in order to maintain all that other stuff too. It's just more juggling I suppose. The up side is that the people are super nice at the store and that makes all the difference.
Well, I'd better get going, I'm already running behind schedule.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
The Employment Faerie sprinkles her dust into whoville
(the Employment Faerie should have a hard hat or something, no?)Training started at Lee Valley. I've been learning their inventory system which seems quite logical. I'm not sure I needed 2 hours to learn it, but I understand why it's taught that way. The showroom is the focal point for the grand opening. The place is extremely dusty. I had to keep wiping my clipboard every 20 minutes just to clear it of the dust. Needless to say (but I'll say it anyway) I was covered in dust at the end of the day and it actually gave me a headache. It can't be good to inhale. There are people there 12 hours a day living in that environment. Anywho...I'm back at it Monday for full days until they open and unless a catering shift pulls me away. Regardless it will be a full week until Friday when I help sis move herself and her kitties to Montreal. She'll be there for 2 months doing a play so she thought it'd be best to rent a place and take the cats with her. With my busy schedule there would be no way I'd find time for her cats. Two months is a long time for all. The kitties really need to be with her.
The employment fairy seems to have really answered my calls! I'm also starting to do some administrative work for a friend who has employed me for the last four years at her children's drama summer camp and fall program. It will be nice to work from home and set my own hours.
I have to admit that while I am okay with the Lee Valley employment, I do shudder at the retail aspect of it and the monotony that retail can be. What I've realized is that my excitement has mostly been from landing the job itself. After applying for so many jobs over the last six months, I've successfully completed an interview being myself. It feels like a jumping off point because it has boosted my confidence to land another job more related to the arts. Only time will tell. It has certainly motivated me to write.
It's been difficult not even sure what I'm qualified to do or even sure of what I want to do. The catering has really been a lifesaver (I've already booked two days in April), but I just can't rely on it as a sure thing. I love the people I work with and the person I work for, but there are some inequities. I've seen "new" people acquire more shifts than I have booked and I'm not entirely sure how that happens. It's not really something I want to raise with other employees or the employer because I know that many of the people he employs are friends and that's fine. It's really good money and when it's really busy I work a lot so...what's that saying about looking a gift horse in the mouth? What does that mean anyway?
Let me be more positive about my working life. I'll be helping my friend with her administrative tasks that she hates doing. I'm also in the process of helping a friend see a film project come to life. I am very excited about that because I think it's a great documentary idea and I get to help her with the story of it, which is what I love doing more than anything. When the time comes I'll have to draw on my film friend resources for help. You know who you are out there! LOL. It's not the first time I've asked for your help.
Also, I still muse about turning my knitting into something profitable, or finally signing up for a yoga teacher training course so that I can be a certified teacher, but those are avenues that I'm not sure are the best commitments to make right now.
So today I'm going to enjoy my last free weekend and make a fabulous meal from The Artful Vegan and just try to relax before next week's insane schedule starts.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Lee Valley bound
Well it looks like I am now an employee of Lee Valley Tools. Huh? I know I can't believe it. Wish I could say I was writing for the catalogue, but alas no. I will be order picking and helping people find the right gardening tool and cabinet hinge. New territory for me. Well, I've worked in retail before and gardening is familiar ground, but woodworking supplies? I need to make a bigger dent in the debt load. So along with my usual search for some sort of writing opportunity I've been looking for a more secure regular source of income. Catering is great financially, but it's sporadic post holiday season. I thought about companies that I wouldn't mind working for and along with MEC I thought of Lee Valley. There's a new store opening in downtown whoville so I applied. It's part-time and the money is good for retail. I can also keep the better paying catering gig and still squeeze in some writing, running etc etc. Time management is top priority now.
Next week I'll be helping get the store ready for their April opening and tomorrow I go in to fill out all the necessary paper work. I'll just take it as it comes for now.
Next week I'll be helping get the store ready for their April opening and tomorrow I go in to fill out all the necessary paper work. I'll just take it as it comes for now.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Understanding conflict
Sunday
Time to think about our veggie garden. We're late this year. We usually plant our seedlings much earlier. I'm not sure why the late start. Perhaps on some level we are too aware that we are going to have to move this year and are saddened by the prospect of having to leave our garden. Will we find another home where we can plant a few tomatoes? I constantly think about moving. I can't not think about moving because I hate moving. Who doesn't? I'm trying to be very positive about the whole thing, but inside I know I am conflicted about how I feel.
Well, for now we will focus on this years garden and hope we can enjoy it's full cycle.
Saturday
While procrastinating today (it is Saturday after all, part of my weekend) I was thinking about some of the cast of characters outlined on an earlier post of whoville and thought about Rupert, who can be seen here. Poor Rupert indeed. He is now been prescribed an anti-anxiety drug to deal with his conflict. Rupert’s mum is trying out the anti-anxiety drug for two weeks to see how he does. The Rescue Remedy in the water just wasn’t enough. Once she described Rupert’s behaviour to our super-fantastic vet, the vet suggested the drug. After all we’ve been regularly calling Rupert the “Big Guy with the Big Issues” because of his obsessive behaviour with regards to Ruggles of Red Gap. Now Rupert even recognizes and responds to the rather long name that we've given him.
Anywho…sitting with Rupert after his first dose today, I noticed how he almost didn’t care that Ruggles was in the room and yet Rupert was still his same loving self. He seemed calm, happy. Oh the kitty prozac.
Now…
one of the books I am currently reading is The Way of the Screenwriter. I picked up this book for various reasons. Some of the concepts are familiar to me and it’s a refreshing approach to screenwriting not encountered in other more traditional approaches to the craft. The central idea of the book is that “story is a living thing. And you don’t work on a living thing, you work with it.”
The formula for conflict in the book is something I’ve always connected to in my studies and have found it to be useful whenever working with any type of story. The formula looks like this:
Conflict = Objective + Obstacle
So let’s see if I understand using my cast of characters as an example. If Rupert is the protagonist of this story…(you can see where I’m going here), Rupert wants to be the baby of the family. However, he needs to accept his new role that makes him the middle boy cat of the family. The motivation behind Rupert’s objective is that he will remain the special guy in his world and thus the pecking order will be maintained. While Rupert is third in the pecking order after Chengo and Penny, Rupert likes it this way. He likes the triad.
Enter Ruggles. Conflict can be between: Rupert and another cat, Rupert and himself, Rupert and an external force (a part of Rupert’s world). Ruggles is a big obstacle for Rupert. Ruggles is the new “baby” cat of the family and gets special attention. This threatens Rupert’s position and upsets the comfortable triad combination that Rupert has been enjoying up until now. Internally, Rupert struggles with what is his new role? How does he fit into this new quadrupling? He is internally conflicted. Can he still be the baby cat? If he tries to maintain his baby cat role won’t Ruggles dominate? The third type of conflict Rupert faces is external. Rupert’s world has most recently been disrupted by his new meds. An anti-anxiety drug was a difficult choice for his mum to make, but she is trying it for a couple of weeks (on Rupert, not herself). Now when Ruggles enters the scene, Rupert is disinterested. While Rupert remains his same old self, his desire to attack Ruggles, while still a flicker in his eyes, has been subdued.
I hope I’ve understood conflict properly. Yes, I may be certifiable but I like my ridiculous diversions. Any comments, suggestions, and interpretations you would like to add?
Just wait until I get to the chapter on theme…
Friday
An early morning shift started my day. No matter how early I get to bed the night before, I toss and turn because I can't help but be concerned with the prospect of having to get up three or four hours earlier than I normally do. It is glorious to be up at that time though. The sun rose and the air was sharp, clear and cold. I felt like going for a run, but that's not possible for me yet since I'm still treating my achilles injury.
When I arrived at the Forest who-Hill home I found out that we would be catering a Bris. This was a new experience for me. I mentioned the Seinfeld Bris episode to a co-worker and of course there were many jokes circulating as we set up. Seventy-five people attending a Bris in someone's home. What do we do during the ceremony? Retreat to the kitchen? Have breakfast? I had to hover near the door just in case any latecomers arrived. Being adjacent to the ceremonial room, I chose to cover my ears, fearing the inevitable wail from the baby. From my viewpoint I could only see the "audience". With hands over my ears, I watched the crowd wince and turn away. One woman walked out of the room and retreated to the buffet table. The baby was suprisingly calm. He spent the rest of the catered breakfast sleeping in his mother's arms, only rousing once to wail as if briefly recalling and then he drifted off to sleep again unaware of the mass of people there just for him.
After my shift I strolled along St. Clair to Corso Italia (my favorite stretch of St. Clair) to window shop. I took my time getting home and the early morning affect finally kicked in when I sat down at home. Surfing through the t.v. channels I stopped on Seinfeld. It was indeed the Bris episode. I had to watch.
Time to think about our veggie garden. We're late this year. We usually plant our seedlings much earlier. I'm not sure why the late start. Perhaps on some level we are too aware that we are going to have to move this year and are saddened by the prospect of having to leave our garden. Will we find another home where we can plant a few tomatoes? I constantly think about moving. I can't not think about moving because I hate moving. Who doesn't? I'm trying to be very positive about the whole thing, but inside I know I am conflicted about how I feel.
Well, for now we will focus on this years garden and hope we can enjoy it's full cycle.
Saturday
While procrastinating today (it is Saturday after all, part of my weekend) I was thinking about some of the cast of characters outlined on an earlier post of whoville and thought about Rupert, who can be seen here. Poor Rupert indeed. He is now been prescribed an anti-anxiety drug to deal with his conflict. Rupert’s mum is trying out the anti-anxiety drug for two weeks to see how he does. The Rescue Remedy in the water just wasn’t enough. Once she described Rupert’s behaviour to our super-fantastic vet, the vet suggested the drug. After all we’ve been regularly calling Rupert the “Big Guy with the Big Issues” because of his obsessive behaviour with regards to Ruggles of Red Gap. Now Rupert even recognizes and responds to the rather long name that we've given him.
Anywho…sitting with Rupert after his first dose today, I noticed how he almost didn’t care that Ruggles was in the room and yet Rupert was still his same loving self. He seemed calm, happy. Oh the kitty prozac.
Now…
one of the books I am currently reading is The Way of the Screenwriter. I picked up this book for various reasons. Some of the concepts are familiar to me and it’s a refreshing approach to screenwriting not encountered in other more traditional approaches to the craft. The central idea of the book is that “story is a living thing. And you don’t work on a living thing, you work with it.”
The formula for conflict in the book is something I’ve always connected to in my studies and have found it to be useful whenever working with any type of story. The formula looks like this:
Conflict = Objective + Obstacle
So let’s see if I understand using my cast of characters as an example. If Rupert is the protagonist of this story…(you can see where I’m going here), Rupert wants to be the baby of the family. However, he needs to accept his new role that makes him the middle boy cat of the family. The motivation behind Rupert’s objective is that he will remain the special guy in his world and thus the pecking order will be maintained. While Rupert is third in the pecking order after Chengo and Penny, Rupert likes it this way. He likes the triad.
Enter Ruggles. Conflict can be between: Rupert and another cat, Rupert and himself, Rupert and an external force (a part of Rupert’s world). Ruggles is a big obstacle for Rupert. Ruggles is the new “baby” cat of the family and gets special attention. This threatens Rupert’s position and upsets the comfortable triad combination that Rupert has been enjoying up until now. Internally, Rupert struggles with what is his new role? How does he fit into this new quadrupling? He is internally conflicted. Can he still be the baby cat? If he tries to maintain his baby cat role won’t Ruggles dominate? The third type of conflict Rupert faces is external. Rupert’s world has most recently been disrupted by his new meds. An anti-anxiety drug was a difficult choice for his mum to make, but she is trying it for a couple of weeks (on Rupert, not herself). Now when Ruggles enters the scene, Rupert is disinterested. While Rupert remains his same old self, his desire to attack Ruggles, while still a flicker in his eyes, has been subdued.
I hope I’ve understood conflict properly. Yes, I may be certifiable but I like my ridiculous diversions. Any comments, suggestions, and interpretations you would like to add?
Just wait until I get to the chapter on theme…
Friday
An early morning shift started my day. No matter how early I get to bed the night before, I toss and turn because I can't help but be concerned with the prospect of having to get up three or four hours earlier than I normally do. It is glorious to be up at that time though. The sun rose and the air was sharp, clear and cold. I felt like going for a run, but that's not possible for me yet since I'm still treating my achilles injury.
When I arrived at the Forest who-Hill home I found out that we would be catering a Bris. This was a new experience for me. I mentioned the Seinfeld Bris episode to a co-worker and of course there were many jokes circulating as we set up. Seventy-five people attending a Bris in someone's home. What do we do during the ceremony? Retreat to the kitchen? Have breakfast? I had to hover near the door just in case any latecomers arrived. Being adjacent to the ceremonial room, I chose to cover my ears, fearing the inevitable wail from the baby. From my viewpoint I could only see the "audience". With hands over my ears, I watched the crowd wince and turn away. One woman walked out of the room and retreated to the buffet table. The baby was suprisingly calm. He spent the rest of the catered breakfast sleeping in his mother's arms, only rousing once to wail as if briefly recalling and then he drifted off to sleep again unaware of the mass of people there just for him.
After my shift I strolled along St. Clair to Corso Italia (my favorite stretch of St. Clair) to window shop. I took my time getting home and the early morning affect finally kicked in when I sat down at home. Surfing through the t.v. channels I stopped on Seinfeld. It was indeed the Bris episode. I had to watch.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Foot Cosy
Poor red jane she's recovering from foot surgery and housebound. As one of her "nurses" she requested early on if I could whip up something quick on the knitting needles to cover her toes and keep them warm. She wanted something large enough to go over the bandages, but not a full sock.
I love a challenge. It wasn't too challenging though since I just worked the toe end of a sock. I had a skein of the Manos del Uruguay cotton that is warm and soft and added the blue cotton/acrylic ribbing for colour and a snugger fit so they wouldn't slip around on her feet.
Knitting socks is one of the better knitting pleasures for me so this project was pure fun and fulfilled red jane's request. Everyone wins. Red jane has put up photos on her blog if you'd like a visual of the Foot Cosy.
I love a challenge. It wasn't too challenging though since I just worked the toe end of a sock. I had a skein of the Manos del Uruguay cotton that is warm and soft and added the blue cotton/acrylic ribbing for colour and a snugger fit so they wouldn't slip around on her feet.
Knitting socks is one of the better knitting pleasures for me so this project was pure fun and fulfilled red jane's request. Everyone wins. Red jane has put up photos on her blog if you'd like a visual of the Foot Cosy.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Story.
Every day stories occur to me. Conversations, moments on transit, images that strike me all conjur up story ideas. Some fragments I note could be inspiration for a story. Some fragments I spend more time with rolling them over, expanding on the idea asking, what kind of story is it? Is it a short, experimental, documentary, or feature length film? I always think in film. I've stopped thinking in terms of prose. Even if I shape an idea prosaically, I seek out the potential film that exists within it.
All of the stories I've let pass through my thoughts without ever jotting down the ideas are gone. I've no regrets about this. However, this week I do intend to carry my notebook and pen with me wherever I go, whether it is to the gym, the corner store or work.
The blog has been another way for me to think about story and how it develops for me. An earlier snippet from my "what comes next" in my archives spent some brief time with Jen. Since then I can't seem to turn this story away from a horror piece. Hmmm. Why do I feel the need to do so? I suppose I feel the need to come up with something more clever than genre convention, come up with a story that can be more terrifying than reality. Is this possible? I'll keep turning. I've come up with all sorts of complications for Jen and why she is in the place she is in. I suspect I will have to share some more on the blog as her story progresses.
Let's see what transpires.
All of the stories I've let pass through my thoughts without ever jotting down the ideas are gone. I've no regrets about this. However, this week I do intend to carry my notebook and pen with me wherever I go, whether it is to the gym, the corner store or work.
The blog has been another way for me to think about story and how it develops for me. An earlier snippet from my "what comes next" in my archives spent some brief time with Jen. Since then I can't seem to turn this story away from a horror piece. Hmmm. Why do I feel the need to do so? I suppose I feel the need to come up with something more clever than genre convention, come up with a story that can be more terrifying than reality. Is this possible? I'll keep turning. I've come up with all sorts of complications for Jen and why she is in the place she is in. I suspect I will have to share some more on the blog as her story progresses.
Let's see what transpires.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
This week's thoughts...
It's been a busy week but not a crazy week. One thing is for certain not having a 9-5 job brings new experiences to my life each week. On the gray days, the bleak will-this-weather-ever-end days, I sometimes long for the 9-5 routine. I am a creature of habit. Aren't we all? It's been over ten years since I had a 9-5 routine (actually it was a 1-9 routine) and how I loathed it then. The grass is always greener as some people say. I do have routine. Even if I don't get up at exactly the same time every morning, I do follow my own schedule. The discipline that graduate school required taught me that I have to deal with tasks as soon as they come up. I learned the importance of scheduling. So even if I never work in my field of expertise (I don't believe that though, I at least will deal with issues head as they come up. Routine yes, but the week can always be jostled due to my on-call part-time, occasionally full-time catering job. This week I had one shift, but next week I will be needed twice so far. Who knows what next week will bring?
I've been dealing with some old conflicts that have never been completely resolved. Each year that continues without resolution just adds another layer of complication, another tangle to the web. Unexpectedly, I've discovered that helping a friend deal with her post-surgery recovery (she's housebound for a while) has given me some perspective. Caring for someone else is quite healing for both involved it seems. Even just sitting with her while she nods off and the t.v. quietly murmurs as I knit has given me some peace, some time away from my usual. As for the friend, she's been up and down as the pain seems to be constant with differing degrees of intensity. On top of it all being housebound for someone who is so incredibly active socially and physically must be maddening.
Other bits of concern for me this week has been news related. The death of a police horse was all over the news and I was extremely saddened. Again I could not help but think of the other recent news story that doesn't make the evening news, but comes through my animal news network about the horse meat trade and "useless" horses ending up in the slaughterhouse, facing the bolt gun. Imagine the strength and power of a horse struggling against the death it can smell, hear, sense, see etc. So this recent story of the police horse being widely mourned makes me question why can't people see the connection? How can one animal be a pet and one a product? As some of you may know, I did touch on this subject with relation to the fur industry and made a short film called
Pe(L)ts that was inspired by a comment my cousin made about my cat and "what a fantastic fur coat she would make." Obviously I was horrified. So the question continues for me and maybe I'm just naive on this front to ask why don't people see that animals are living creatures, and could all be called pets or companion animals? All animals have individual personalities, feel pain, and have the capacity to love.
The other news story is a continuing one that I've mentioned before on my blog found here in the archives on the spread of avian flu. My 2006 issue of Farm Sanctuary's news looks at bird flu calling it a "virus of our own hatching." As far as I can see I have yet to see a mainstream news story examining the industrial commercial "farming" of chickens in our world that has continued to grow and is a perfect, in fact ideal, environment for spreading the virus. The focus continues to be on migratory birds and the migration of the virus and how it is beginning (i.e. learning) to jump species. The newest edition of "Veg News" does also raise issue with how the story is being mediated. This is a story I'll continue to follow. Hopefully another virus won't arise in the mean time as the world tries to deal with "bird flu."
In positive animal news, Ruggles of Red Gap went to the defense of his mommy (my sis) when he dashed to her rescue when one of her other cats bit her during play time. Ruggles growled and rushed to her defense. Chengo (the offender) was startled by the fraidy cat Ruggles charge. He's reassessing the pecking order as I write.
Tomorrow more cat and nurse duty.
I've been dealing with some old conflicts that have never been completely resolved. Each year that continues without resolution just adds another layer of complication, another tangle to the web. Unexpectedly, I've discovered that helping a friend deal with her post-surgery recovery (she's housebound for a while) has given me some perspective. Caring for someone else is quite healing for both involved it seems. Even just sitting with her while she nods off and the t.v. quietly murmurs as I knit has given me some peace, some time away from my usual. As for the friend, she's been up and down as the pain seems to be constant with differing degrees of intensity. On top of it all being housebound for someone who is so incredibly active socially and physically must be maddening.
Other bits of concern for me this week has been news related. The death of a police horse was all over the news and I was extremely saddened. Again I could not help but think of the other recent news story that doesn't make the evening news, but comes through my animal news network about the horse meat trade and "useless" horses ending up in the slaughterhouse, facing the bolt gun. Imagine the strength and power of a horse struggling against the death it can smell, hear, sense, see etc. So this recent story of the police horse being widely mourned makes me question why can't people see the connection? How can one animal be a pet and one a product? As some of you may know, I did touch on this subject with relation to the fur industry and made a short film called
Pe(L)ts that was inspired by a comment my cousin made about my cat and "what a fantastic fur coat she would make." Obviously I was horrified. So the question continues for me and maybe I'm just naive on this front to ask why don't people see that animals are living creatures, and could all be called pets or companion animals? All animals have individual personalities, feel pain, and have the capacity to love.
The other news story is a continuing one that I've mentioned before on my blog found here in the archives on the spread of avian flu. My 2006 issue of Farm Sanctuary's news looks at bird flu calling it a "virus of our own hatching." As far as I can see I have yet to see a mainstream news story examining the industrial commercial "farming" of chickens in our world that has continued to grow and is a perfect, in fact ideal, environment for spreading the virus. The focus continues to be on migratory birds and the migration of the virus and how it is beginning (i.e. learning) to jump species. The newest edition of "Veg News" does also raise issue with how the story is being mediated. This is a story I'll continue to follow. Hopefully another virus won't arise in the mean time as the world tries to deal with "bird flu."
In positive animal news, Ruggles of Red Gap went to the defense of his mommy (my sis) when he dashed to her rescue when one of her other cats bit her during play time. Ruggles growled and rushed to her defense. Chengo (the offender) was startled by the fraidy cat Ruggles charge. He's reassessing the pecking order as I write.
Tomorrow more cat and nurse duty.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
International Women's Day
Today I want to recognize all the women in my past and current life who have been positive influences, continuing to inspire me:
my mom
Grandmother
my sister
I’m also taking the time to recognize all my women friends (some whom I’ve lost touch with) out there in the world who have also been positive influences and supportive of me in some way:
Allyson
Ann
AnneMarie
Diane
Genevieve
Giulia
Jacquie
Julia
Kim
Kiran
Marsha
Megan
Myda
Nat
Patricia
Rochelle
Sarah
Shannon
Stephanie
Tracy
Wanda
All of you have been hugely supportive of me at some time and some of you continue to. I wish all of you well and hopefully you’ll have moment today to think of those women who have influenced your lives.
If you’re looking for some way to take part in an International Women’s Day activity and haven’t found anything yet, there is the IWD website. However, I’m sure locally it would be easy to find something to participate in.
For me today, I’m working. I have no idea how long the shift will be, nor how big an event, but it’s a large theatre opening so I expect it will be very sizeable. This is why I’m taking the time now to blog my moment of participation on this day.
Onward and upward.
my mom
Grandmother
my sister
I’m also taking the time to recognize all my women friends (some whom I’ve lost touch with) out there in the world who have also been positive influences and supportive of me in some way:
Allyson
Ann
AnneMarie
Diane
Genevieve
Giulia
Jacquie
Julia
Kim
Kiran
Marsha
Megan
Myda
Nat
Patricia
Rochelle
Sarah
Shannon
Stephanie
Tracy
Wanda
All of you have been hugely supportive of me at some time and some of you continue to. I wish all of you well and hopefully you’ll have moment today to think of those women who have influenced your lives.
If you’re looking for some way to take part in an International Women’s Day activity and haven’t found anything yet, there is the IWD website. However, I’m sure locally it would be easy to find something to participate in.
For me today, I’m working. I have no idea how long the shift will be, nor how big an event, but it’s a large theatre opening so I expect it will be very sizeable. This is why I’m taking the time now to blog my moment of participation on this day.
Onward and upward.
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