The worst part of being on holiday with internet access? Visiting the humane society website every day only to find that you, internet, have not yet adopted Lydia. What gives?
She’s pretty awesome – loves to hang out and catch the spray of water while you shower, eats lemon yogurt, purrs like nobody’s business and just wants a new family that maybe has a friend for her and a crinkly mouse toy.
Later this week, we head off to Vancouver for a few days. We’re looking forward to exploring the city, perhaps seeing some familiar faces, and getting away from home for a few days. We even have a zipcar at our disposal – a Mini convertible? Lovely!
If you have Vancouver tips, fire away – I’d love to hear them. Especially if they’re art & craft or food related! I’m packing my cameras, a bike seat cover for the rain I’m sure we’ll see, and looking forward to breathing some sea air for a change. It’s not halifax-home, but who knows…
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A LOOOOONG time ago I started planning for this mother’s day. Almost a year and a half ago, even.
And that’s because this year, for mother’s day, while I got my mom some very lovely flowers, the real gift I gave to her was being able to attend my university graduation, before she moved back to the east coast. And the best part was that she wasn’t expecting it. At all. EVER.
I’m no stranger to academia, having spent the last ten years haphazardly studying a random assortment of things at University in between bouts of taking long stretches of time off because work was more exciting, and let’s face it – school can be extraordinarily boring when it wants to be. Like when you’re learning how to use SPSS with three-hundred of your not-so-close friends, or when you spend your sundays in the A/V library listening to RECORDS of classical music because *my god* no one seems to have discovered modern technology there. I own more textbooks I never want to look at again than I care to think about, and could probably bore you to tears discussing the meaning and interpretation of major symphonies from the 18th century.
But last year, I decided to go back. And to just get it done. Deciding to go back to school was not easy. Nor was keeping it a secret even while working twelve-hour days at my last job and taking two courses that both require three-hours a week plus ten hours of readings. Tip: Don’t ever have a job that requires absolute devotion while also trying to write twenty-pages-plus essays on the philosophy of language. It will drive you to drink full bottles of wine in one sitting, and give up sleeping entirely.
But thankfully that hassle all came to an end when on April 28th I wrote my last exam. EVER.
This June, I’ll *finally* be a university graduate. And the first ever in my family. Which gave my mom some extra special reason to be teary-eyed yesterday. Yay!
