And look what the cat dragged in...

Strange thing. I went for coffee with my friend Paul this evening. We departed from our usual place (Broadway Roastery at Five Corners) because of undesireable company. So, we went instead to the Roastery on 8th Street. Who should I find there, but my old roommate from when I first moved to Calgary. I shared an apartment with him when I moved in with an old boyfriend for a summer. I haven't seen Jerald for...six years?
He's moved back to Saskatoon also, and looking for a job. I gave him my phone number, and asked him to call me so we could catch up. He was sitting with someone else I know, but thankfully did not remember me. I was asking a friend of mine that lives in Calgary if he had seen Jerald, but was told no...I guess it goes to show that you should never speak of the Devil.

I do hope he actually calls. It might make for an interesting evening.

Schaughn

I wonder if anyone ever reads this space aside from Ariia??

Since I noticed that it has been some time since I have posted anything. I guess I've been busy. Work has been hectic; people that we have just hired have to leave for very legit reasons. Nothing that has caused me stress at work has really been my fault, but are just a part of life. Life just decided to hit me all at once, I think. So, my boss and I get to start training a person all over again. Sigh...


My roommate/ tennant/ friend who lives in the basment's parents are here, and have been working on my house with/ for me. They've been mostly working on her portion of the house which is fine. It is all supposed to get done at some point: why not now? They've spent money they shouldn't have however, on a deep freeze, and they are trying to find a patio set. GRRR. They are very nice, good people and I don't ever want them to think anything other than I enjoy their visits, and would enjoy them just as much if they left the tools at home.

I've managed, through sheer will, to start getting rid of some excess items in my house. I've decided that if I cannot explain where I will actually use an item again, away it goes. Gone to date:

Some clothes
set of mugs
dishwasher
shower doors
up for grabs- orange couch.

Sad, because I am attached to these items. A lot of tears have been shed on that orange couch. The one in the living room right now is just not the same. But, I've also had it for 10 years. Relationships breaking down, a friend that died, a woman who I thought I would have married telling me "No, not you". She's currently in the process of a divorce. Perhaps she didn't pick as well as she had hoped.

No, I am not still bitter. I just type that way. :P

I also have company coming this next week, so it would be nice to clear out the house a bit, and perhaps even find the guest room.

:)

Schaughn