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Remembrance Day We have a ... I suppose you could call it a tradition, though that is not the right word ... here where whenever a Canadian soldier is killed, he or she is given a motorcade down the Highway of Heroes. People line the overpasses to show their respect and to welcome our dead home. While I hate the necessity, I love the practice, and it makes me proud of my home and my people that we care enough to do so. My Grandfather was a member of the Canadian Legion (an organization to support troops and veterans and their families), because he was a member of the Canadian Armed Forces in WWII. He was honourably discharged before seeing action, because he lied about his age when he enlisted, and they found out before he was deployed into Europe. My husband is technically a vet though he also did not see action (that he admits to). I was waiting on an overpass near a Legion hall, musing about the dwindling number of people involved in the organization when the motorcade approached and I suddenly realised that the ranks of veterans who have seen the horrors of war are growing, not dwindling. This thought was reinforced recently when I was in Florida and I saw several US servicemen, amputees, wounded, and on leave. For me, Remembrance Day has always been about the veterans of all wars, no matter when they took place. But this year, it is also about the veterans in the making in Afghanistan and other posts. I wish health and happiness and a good day, and I wish you to know that you have my support and my thanks, but far more than that, I wish you SAFE. I am thinking of all of you. Tags: personal
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Don't you all just love how I say "August Update", like I've secretly been updating all along? Yeah. I suck. So - Friday, I should be quitting my job. This, naturally enough, is pretty scary. I'm doing it so that I will spend the time I should be spending on building my two companies, but in doing so I'm giving up a regular paycheque and my safety net. But you know - I look at the folks who are my age, who a few short years ago were at the same level work wise as I was. Those people are now a job grade or more ahead of me, and I don't really understand why that is. Sure, they're good people, but not *better*. Of course, what it boils down to is : those people either took opportunities that presented themselves, OR made their own opportunities. Well, hell. I can do that. It may be scary, but that's no reason to not do it, right? Wish me luck! Tags: personal
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Hadn't realised it was so very long since I'd posted. Here, that is. I've actually been writing so the other journal's been fairly busy. Go me!
Last week I had a trip to St. Andrews on the Sea, New Brunswick, for work. I flew out Friday night before Hurricane Kyle roared through, so I had excellent beautiful weather the entire three days. One day of travel, one of meetings, and one of boat trip (whale watching woo hoo!) and puttering around Saint John in the car that only I was insightful enough to rent. It was gorgeous. The thing that surprised me most about the New Brunswick coast was how very very much it is like the Great Lakes northern coastlines. Other than the tides, virtually indistinguishable. I totally felt like I was at home.
While there, I developed a lovely little condition called BPPV - Benign Paroxysmal Positional Vertigo, which is an incredibly wordy way of saying "Don't move. Spinning will eat you." Essentially, little crystals form in the fluid of the inner ear, and then bang around against ear walls and each other as your position changes. It is unbelievably annoying, with the world spinning and the nausea and loss of balance, and did I mention that it causes your eyeballs to twitch back and forth and affects vision? So unpleasant, but utterly safe. Made the plane ride an adventure (I am SURE planes don't actually go into flat spins spontaneously - or at least that other people would *notice* if it did), but surprisingly little trouble driving. Spent Sunday in the hospital ensuring that it was nothing serious, but all is well. And, now, it's gone away --- woo hoo!
That's my net news. Cheers All.
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