When the sky is falling

As a consequence of moving so often, every now and then, in the millisecond between asleep and awake, there are times I can’t remember what city I’m in. If I’d gotten into Lloyd really late one night from Edmonton, it was sometimes really heartbreaking to remember where I actually was. Not the best way to start a day.

It happened again this morning. In that half-conscious millisecond, I thought I was in Calgary. I’m going home next week, and I’m really looking forward to it — I haven’t been home since May, for a variety of reasons — but I’m happy here too. No reason to wish I were in Calgary specifically.
But that’s kind of set the bar for my day. When I was making my coffee, I dropped the full mug because I didn’t have a good enough grip on it and my hands just, for lack of better term, gave up.

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It’s not rocket science, it’s volunteering

I volunteer with organization X. (I am going to try my best to keep this fairly generic, as I want to keep working with them, despite my initial misgivings.) When I moved to the city, it was part of my deal with myself — if I was going to pick up and start over again in a new city, then I was going to get involved. Plus I have spare time, and my options for working with organizations that I think are doing good work are plentiful here. Continue reading