Oh my.

I can't talk about what I'm doing at work. I've been sworn to secrecy (I feel like a spy) because I'm transcribing interviews for someone at headquarters and he doesn't even want me to save what I'm doing on our hard drives at work. But it's fascinating. I'm beginning to have an indepth understanding of how polygraphs are administered.

I think the post office tried to contact me this week, but I was holed up doing the abovementioned transcribing. As I suspected, the class is not going. I had one student for ten minutes on Wednesday. However, they've got me doing some proposal writing, for a Life Skills course for September that they're trying to find funding for, and I got to spend an hour with my students from the social work program I was teaching before Christmas, so that was fun.

Today I cleaned house from top to bottom. Even vacuumed the rug in the laundry room. All is clean. This partly in preparation for Miguel's parents moving to town on Tuesday. Don't know if I've mentioned that... but coming they are, and soon. (I'm wondering if I'll ever have the chance to say, "this town's not big enough for the both of us...")

The sun is out a lot more now. It's 3:45 and it's not dark yet. It was a brilliantly sunny day, which is what sparked the cleaning frenzy. When it's dark all the time, you don't notice the dirt. ha. Miguel showed up back home just as I was emptying the last of the mop water. All that was left for him to do was take out the garbage. I think he has radar. Lurks over at the school, and then suddenly says, "Oh, she's done cleaning. I can go home now." I'm kidding. He offered to help, when he got back, but I wanted to get it over and done with. So that I could mess around later on this afternoon, posting here and answering emails. Also I have a new magazine, with promises of recipes. And I made some paper earlier this week that needs ironing and starching.

Interestingly enough, I read recently, an interview with a guy I went to university with. I was in the writing class he mentions, at the same time he was (he's a sweet guy) and the professor said much the same to me, about 'are you sure you want to be a writer'. I took it to mean (as I think he did) that I was wasting my time, and I stopped writing fiction for years. Turned to poetry and messed around with that. Anyway. Long story short, I have been writing fiction again recently. And enjoying it. If I ever get published, I'm going to give a similar interview, about how Professor R. W. told me I should rethink my life goals... (or maybe I should say, when I get published).

Here is our weather. It's celsius. (Although I believe that at minus 45 the two measurement systems merge?)

Blizzard warning in effect.

Tonight

Blizzard. Wind northwest 60 km/h gusting to 80. Low minus 28. Wind chill minus 46.

Thursday

Blizzard ending in the morning then sunny. Blowing snow in the morning. Wind north 50 km/h gusting to 70 diminishing to 30 gusting to 50 in the morning. Temperature falling to minus 31 in the evening. Wind chill minus 46.

Thursday night

Clear. Wind up to 15 km/h. Low minus 34 with temperature rising to minus 23 by morning. Wind chill minus 46.

The keys to the post office have been out of my possession for 48 hours now. They haven't called me. I think it might be over. After my last post I surrendered the keys but someone dropped them off at my house surreptitiously and I ended up back there again last week. I feel very grumpy about the whole thing.

I've been sick since Saturday. A nasty flu-thing. My class that I'm supposed to be teaching has also dwindled, due to sick babies. I went in yesterday and today and waited for 25 minutes or so, but no students, so I thankfully went back home to bed. Tonight I feel a bit better, but I think it might just be the virus regathering strength to come back at me in a different area.

I'm not sure that this class is going to fly. Interest seems sporadic. Which is a shame, but then what can you do? I guess the funny thing is that seven students were signed up, but so far I've only seen one on any kind of a regular basis, and a mixture of excuses and silence from the rest. But, I've been working a lot, since the beginning of November, and I decided that the sickness (which rarely happens to me) is because I'm too tired. So I'm being lazy. I watched soap operas with Kirsten all afternoon today. Too much fun.

Some things of note:

Cucumbers are currently $8.19 each. I like cucumbers, but not that much.

Coffee came in the mail. Mmm.

My last day at the post office is Friday. Yay!

The sun is peeking over the horizon at lunch time for an hour or so, now. It's pink and orange and very well-cherished. People keep coming into the post office and saying, "So nice to see the sun." Then they yell at me cos they've got no mail. Yeah, that's cos nobody loves you. Suck it up.

I spent ALL last week, (well, it seemed like it, 70 hours in all) sitting in a truck guarding the crime scene from the incident I linked to below. Triple homicide. Strange thing to happen in our otherwise pretty sleepy little town. Plus I worked my other regular jobs. I slept for 14 hours on Sunday night, after working a 12 hour day... I'm still a bit tired.

I'm still trying to find a dress for Graeme's wedding. The ones I like online are all back-ordered. Patti lent me two, but she's -- more of a woman -- than I am so they don't fit on top. Found a beautiful dress at Victoria's Secret but it won't be shippable until March 16th. The day after the wedding. Ack.

Oof.

It is possible, as with one of the victims of the shooting here, to be mailing parcels at 3pm on Friday and lying dead in the street at 4am on Saturday.

Life is so fragile.

Give each other hugs.

We had some excitement last night.

See here.

I have had an offer of "all the work I can handle", due to the retirement of the lady who generally does all the transcriptions for the territory, and so I've given my notice at the post office. So I will be transcribing full time, and when I come back from Australia that's ALL I will be doing. No more doing other people's jobs, this will be mine. I don't know if I can communicate how good that feels. And it won't be retail. Life is good.

Miguel was supposed to be going out to Toronto today, but there is a blizzard so he is grounded. Which is fine, because he would have had to have missed a friend's birthday party. Which is where we are going now, and maybe Miguel will get off to Toronto tomorrow.

The set of twigs in the middle of my kitchen window is a poinsettia. I bought it at the store, a 6 inch poinsettia, the clerk put it in a bag, Miguel carried the bag out to the truck and put it in the back. I should point out that the back of the truck is full of snow. By the time we got home, the poinsettia was wilting desperately, and it dropped all its leaves within the next 12 hours.

The scarcity of posting has been largely due to a/ the demands of the post office (they are legion and I understand the time-honoured tradition of arriving at work toting a weapon of some calibre) and b/ the movingandsettling process.

There was an alcohol ban in this community for the Christmas season. This, I have to say, worked well during the ban. But the prohibition period did not include New Year's Eve, and New Year's Day found me working in the lockup, with some severely hungover folks who had no idea what they were doing there.

I have been approached by the college to do a seven-week literacy for young mothers contract, and I think I'm going to take it. Sounds like fun. So, heartbreakingly, I have to quit the post office.

And then in March I'm off to Australia for little brother's wedding. I'm making my own dress. Out of bacon. And I'm collecting chicken nuggets to throw after the ceremony. Hee hee. Oh, and Graeme? Your gift's a rotisserie oven. Cos I've got one and it's too much fun.

A candy cane that I ate tonight yielded a large lump of metal, that I identified, belatedly, as the enormous filling from my right-top-back tooth. Ack. And there's no dentist on the horizon.

Nice things about being in our own house:

Rachel no longer gets locked out of the bedroom she shared with Kirsten.
The kitchen is big enough for two people to prepare a meal together without coming to blows or performing impromptu amputations.
Joeby's got his own couch.
The cupboards were full of dishes - nobody has to eat off the camping plate.
The television does not rule the house....

Our new house. Joeby wanted to come out and help take the pictures, but he got cold.

This is the view from my living room window, at noon. Out beyond the houses is the bay, acres of frozen salty water.

we are all settled in. lovely house. my computer is set up and running now, I'm always the last because I don't squeak as much as everyone else. my desk was being used to hold all the pictures that needed hanging, but we hung them Christmas Eve and then I could set up my computer. I have a corner in the dining room, with all my frogs and my pictures, I feel very at home here.

pictures coming. really.

I got a whole bunch more work in the mail today, recorded interviews from a recent murder, a recent armed robbery and subsequent standoff, and something new -- a cold case from 20 years ago! So I should be busy with that for a month or so.

Tomorrow we move! I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed at the moment. One of the stumbling blocks is that we have to move ALL the food we ordered and had brought up on the barge. We have a room full of food. At least it's warm today, only minus 12, but we've only got about an hour or so of semi-daylight every day, so it will be a dark move. As we're moving into a single-family house (this is a fiveplex we currently live in) we will have to be more careful about the water and sewage. Permafrost makes underground water pipes impractical, so water is delivered by truck and stored in an inside tank, on the ground floor. Sewage is stored in a tank, usually in the same room, and pumped out by different trucks. We don't notice this in our current house, but I know that places I have worked and visited run out of water regularly with an ordinary-sized tank.

The garbage has leaked all over the kitchen floor. One of the dogs climbed on the table and strewed sugar all over the dining room. Packed and half-packed boxes are everywhere, and the kids keep wanting things that I've already packed. Miguel has gone to one of the other Kitikmeot communities, to work. At the moment, Roli is hiding under my legs and Joeby's trying to wrestle with him. I took Joeby out after he had his supper, and he spent the whole time digging something up on the tundra and then eating it. Don't know what, but I guess he thought it was tasty. So he'll probably be sick later. I have all the fun.

This post is really just to test the beta thing. I don't trust it...

It’s funny how we fill our lives.

When I first moved here, I felt as if I had gobs and gobs of free time. I had no commitments, nobody ever phoned me, and when I wasn’t working I could please myself.

It started slowly. I took Rachel to enrol her in Cubs, at the urging of my neighbour, and got talked into helping as a leader. So that’s Tuesday night every week, plus a planning meeting (where we giggle a lot and don’t plan very much) about once a month.

Rachel began sleeping over at one particular friend’s house every Friday night, and when I went to drop her off I would be invited in. Now I’m pretty much expected, over there, for ‘tea’ every Friday night.

When the man who cleaned the detachment left the community, I agreed to clean the detachment for a while. My boss was going on holiday, and didn’t want to deal with the lack of cleaning staff until he got back. When it went out for tender, I bid on the contract and got it. So now I’m committed to that. Which means I have to, when I’m working somewhere else as I am at the moment, either get up early or go in there after supper and clean bathrooms, wash floors etc.

I went for ‘tea’ one Friday night a few weeks ago, (and there was brandy, I think) and after two glasses I was persuaded to allow my name to be put forward for the District Education Authority. They needed seven members, seven of us let our names stand, and we were acclaimed. I should mention that I have a very hazy idea of what the DEA does-- but I guess I'm about to find out. I know that there are issues that need to be addressed in this town, but I don't know how much power we will have to make any changes.

And church. I have mentioned this before, the fact that since the minister left and the congregation’s been doing a lay-reader rotation, I’ve been a regular attendee. And then we all go for coffee afterwards. And today we finished coffee at one lady’s house and then went to another lady’s house for her Christmas Open House.

I can’t sleep tonight. The staff Christmas party for the detachment was tonight. I think it was really sweet of them to invite me, since (although I do the cleaning/ guarding/ transcribing) I had to relinquish the clerk job when the maternity leave girl came back. I ate too much. (It was all so good!) And now my stomach won’t let me lie down.

I accomplished a lot of packing this weekend. A bit too much, I think, given that we still have 10 days or so to live in this house. When I went to wrap the Christmas gift I was taking to the staff party I realized I had packed all the scotchtape, and had to rummage around in boxes looking for it. The kids have packed a lot of their stuff too, Ian didn’t get up this morning, because he’s packed his alarm clock.

We're packing. Our mortgage was approved, and if all the stars align there will be an exodus from this townhouse on the 15th of December. So, if things are a bit sparse on this weblog for a week or two, you will forgive me. I'm working very hard at the post office, too. (Dear Readers, we need to reconsider the idea of Christmas cards. Please.)

Rachel had a wonderful time in Disneyworld. But she's glad to be home, and we're happy to have her home. I missed her terribly...

I'm frightened of the new Blogger version. I think it will lose all my posts, somehow, or refuse to let me back in to put up new ones. I think it plots against me. I think the Blogger people are laughing behind their hands, waiting for me to fall for their evil scheme.

I've been out. There was wine. I'm home now. I should go to bed.

4000 pounds of mail arrived at the post office yesterday (where I currently work). I want my old job back. That's more than three pounds of mail for each man woman and child in town. There's probably mail for the dogs in there. I can't even begin to describe the amount of work I did today. (But in some ways it's satisfying. I like to restore order from chaos.)

When I was in high school, I wanted to be a vet. (And I knew who I was going to marry, and I'm 0 for 2). Life takes me strange places. I acknowledge that there are choices I didn't make. And choices I did. But I also would not take back ANYTHING that I've ever done. I cherish my memories. We were discussing that movie, the one where the machine takes away the memories -- Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. I would not want that done.

did I mention there was wine? maybe I did...

Joeby and Roli like each other. Joeby likes having someone to play with, they wrestle a lot. Roli's whole head fits in Joeby's mouth, a game they both enjoy, and in consequence Roli is often quite damp with Joeby-drool.

Rachel is at Disneyworld. I miss her terribly, but it sounds like they are having a fantastic time. So far the highlight of her trip has been meeting Tigger. Closely followed by the log and water ride that gets everyone soaked.

Kirsten baked me a cake for my birthday. Last year the cake the kids made me fell apart when they tried to get it out of the pan, so it ended up as a free-form glob covered in icing. This year it rose funny, all on one side, for some reason, but was very tasty.

We had a blizzard yesterday. Raging winds and blowing snow, I stayed home, did a bit of packing, all our spring jackets that we won't be needing again before we move, and did a jigsaw puzzle with Kirsten. Then we went to Patti's house, she made supper for my birthday and we sat around all evening and talked. A nice birthday, all in all.

Ed wonders: "how do you seem to have bought a house? Isn't that a little like being half pregnant?"

Well. We have made an offer. The offer has been accepted. The bank says we can have a mortgage, but the papers haven't come back yet as 'approved'. Then it has to go to Land Titles. So, in theory we have bought a house. In practice, we'll see. It's nice, though, four bedrooms and a view of the bay.

Things this weekend.

1. We seem to have bought a house. More about this later.
2. Roli ate Kirsten's Skype headset. Narrowly escaped with his life.
3. My grannie has been released from the nursing home, but is so confused now that she keeps asking my aunt when she can go home. My aunt keeps patiently explaining that she is home.
4. The bishop was in town. So we had communion.
5. The heat is working again in the church. Which means that all the flies dormant in the walls woke up, flew around, and died on the floor.

(Else, if thou wilt not let my people go, behold, I will send swarms of flies upon thee, and upon thy servants, and upon thy people, and into thy houses: and the houses of the Egyptians shall be full of swarms of flies, and also the ground whereon they are. Exodus 8:21)

This necessitated the ceremonial Vacuuming of the Flies in the three minutes prior to the service. Kirsten felt we should perhaps be standing for that.

6. Rachel leaves for Florida on Tuesday, so she's in a state of high anticipation.
7. We took the snowmobile across the bay, Ian fell off the komatik and we had to go back for him, and later we were chased by a pack of loose dogs.