My Baby Said That She Knows How it Goes

Sometimes you have a conversation that changes everything. I had one tonight and it was good. Sweet relief.

a moony year

Come a little bit closer
Hear what I have to say
Just like children sleepin'
We could dream this night away.

But there’s a full moon risin'
Let’s go dancin' in the light
We know where the music’s playin'
Let’s go out and feel the night.

Because I'm still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I'm still in love with you
On this harvest moon.

When we were strangers
I watched you from afar
When we were lovers
I loved you with all my heart.

But now it's gettin' late
And the moon is climbin' high
I want to celebrate
See it shinin' in your eye.

Because I'm still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I'm still in love with you
On this harvest moon.

Anniversary in Boston

It's coming on a year since Leslie and I joined tinder and spark and lit the flame that's burning brighter than I could have ever dreamed. We return to Boston this weekend to celebrate.

Part II

The fact that I'm blogging about how I haven't been, means that I want to, so what do I have to share? Nothing much I guess. Maybe that's why I haven't been blogging. Montreal was about the heart and maybe the soul (yes they are different in my mind). Ottawa is a cynical place. Here you will more likely meet neighbours who are afraid of you. Not always but more often. Also since so many jobs are plugged into politics either directly or indirectly there is a quiet about opinion. I know that night sound strange since ideally politics should be about making opinions known through fighting for them. There is also activism, but take the case of the civil servant who went to the human rights tribunal after she was fired for her own activism in areas not directly related to federal politics.

in short Ottawa is not a place for my heart. Maybe I was too romantic about my connections to the area and the past, to the valley and the hills and the river.

Whats

I guess that it's time for a new blog. I'm not sure but every so often the blogging sprits leave me. This time is the longest period. I guess I've been busy working, looking fo work, working some more, looking for a place to live, finding a place to live, working, packing, unpacking, working and getting ready for Boston!!!

But still the Glob ain't what it used to be. It feels like an abandoned candy store. The one on the corner whose hey day was in another century.

Sadly this post is almost a replication of the previous one.

Bury Me Not

I feel like I have abandoned the Glob. It's been a busy time looking for a new apartment, finding a new apartment, packing; looking for work finding work, working; unpacking. My life last weekend was contained in a truckload of wine boxes. I emptied the last few yesterday. It took a week to get the phone and internet going, way to go deregulation. In some ways it was great to not have a phone or internet. Despite the inconvenience there was something very tranquil about it. On the other hand it meant not being in touch with Leslie like we are used to and that was less than ideal.
We had to resort to snail mail.

However next week we will be together in Boston, and I can't wait. Together we will mark our first year together.

The new place is more my type of place. Lot's of light, old and funky. Details and photos to come. It's St. Patty's Day and I must go have a shower.

Heard it Through the Jape Vine

Here's a joke I heard today.

Q: What kind of bees wear bras?
A: Boo-bees.

Now your asking "what has happened to the Glob?"

Back

Well I think I finally put my servers issues to rest. It was an old e-mail address that I had forgotten about that took up most of the server with spam. I deleted the old address so hopefully things will go smoothly from here on in.