Saturday, September 10, 2011

Can't think of a clever title Title

It's been a couple of weeks since I have last posted - and I should bring everyone (Happy Birthday MOM!) up to date.

  • The Job

I love it.  It's hard, and confusing, and frustrating.  I get to use my intellect, and instinct, and creativity. This equals one fantastic career.  I'm starting to see some clients now that I've had a few weeks to learn a bit about the community and its resources.

  • Guelph and Wellington County

I went to Fergus on Thursday.  I can't believe I've lived so close, and never visited before!  It's lovely!  The agency I visited is located in an old stone building, backing right up to the river.  The community outreach workers I was meeting with invited me into their staff kitchen, and I stopped short when I saw the view out the window of the river cutting through a stone gorge and surging over rocks.  It was breathtaking. I blurted out "You get to see this EVERYDAY!"  Stunning.  I'm going to be visiting again on this coming Monday - I'll try to take a photo. I can't imagine how beautiful it will be when the autumn leaves are in full colour.

The other day, an email went out to the office staff to find out who was going to attend the next meeting of some community group or other.  No one seemed too eager to go, and I replied to the email with something like "I'll go if there is butter tarts".  To make a long story short - I was shock and delighted to learn that Wellington County is home to the Butter Tart Trail!  Can you imagine combining the Butter Tart Trail with the Wellington County Brewery Tour?

  • Hubby

Poor Hubby.  He's still home in St. T. trying to finish up some things around here.  The house is darn near empty.  If he wants to sit at a table to eat, it has to be outside.  If he wants to eat, he better get it elsewhere, because the BBQ is already in storage, and the only cooking implement he has is a frying pan.

  • Gibson the Cat

Poor Gibby.  He's still home in St. T. trying to help Hubby cope with solitude.  Gibby was so happy to see me this weekend.  I gave him such a scratching and a petting this morning, he was drooling, and his paws were all wet.  Then I put him outside on his leash, and he ate as much grass as a small sheep.  He revelled in it.

  • Itty Bitty

The baby is in residence at university.  We delivered him on Labour Day Monday, and he let me stay just long enough to make his bed up, and then said "You may go now".  WHAT?!?!?!  I wanted to unpack, and organize, and set things up just so for my little man!  (sigh) 

It's been "O" week for first year students, with a full schedule of events, presentations, and fun activities.  I stopped by last night on my way through SW Ontario, to deliver a mattress top from Ikea to improve the quality of rest (it seems rez mattresses have granite like qualities).  He reluctantly let me up to his room, which he shares with three other boys.  The door was wide open, and there was about ten boys in the room -- I reckon the "party room" of the 4th floor has been determined. I was actually pleasantly surprised to see that the room wasn't in too bad a condition (note: I've been permanently scarred by the not only the appearance but the SMELL of Sailor Boy's college residence: L'eau de squalour et beurre d'archides). For starters, garbage was INSIDE appropriate receptacles - huh, who'd a thunk it?

  • Sailor Boy

Haven't heard much.  Last I heard, he sailed into the tail end of Hurricane Irene, and remains at sea until the 23rd, I think.  I happen to prefer to imagine him safe and sound in his old college residence, floating on top of squallid and peanut buttery ocean.

  •  Quilting

I'm going to my first meeting of the Royal City Quilt Guild this Tuesday.  I've got to put my mind towards what I might take with me for Show & Share as a way to introduce myself.  I haven't started doing any sewing yet -- I've got my machines and fabric with me in Guelph, but I can't seem to find thread!  Must be in a box somewhere...

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