#JanuaryCure lessons

Last year, I didn’t get very far into the January Cure. I kept falling behind during the week, with plans to catch up during the weekend, and that never happened. Although I continued to fall behind this year, there were two differences that did allow me to catch up on the weekends — two girl friends also did the Cure, one who I ended up doing a lot of home-related errands with, and while I had planned to skip the get-together at the end of the month last year, this year I signed on to it as well (in for a penny, in for a pound), which meant I had to have my place clean by the end of the month. Additionally, I triaged the assignments and was able to recognize when I didn’t need an assignment (electrical cords are fairly well under control at my place), giving me another day of catchup where I needed it.

There were three interesting things that happened during the month, at least one of which I hope to continue throughout the rest of the year.

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Some #JanuaryCure thoughts

Every now and then, I have a moment where I realize that I might stay in this city forever, and it freaks me out a little bit. Until university, I lived my entire life in one house, in one city, but once I started my internships, I haven’t lived anywhere longer than a year and a half a year. (It’s a technicality: I lived in Lloydminster for a year and a half, but lived in two different apartments, for six months and a year respectively.)

I’ve done it enough times at this point, moving isn’t a big deal anymore. But even though I’ve now lived in one city and one apartment for nearly 19 months, moving is still very much on my mind, in the sense that each time I acquire something, I think, “How am I going to move that?” “Will I move that, or will I leave it behind or replace it?” Continue reading

Give a girl a staple gun (and a screwdriver)…

I’ve been tweeting pictures of this project as I put it together, but I’m pretty happy with the way it’s turned out, and it’s the first big project like this I’ve done, so I thought I’d put the sequence up here to share.

Every August, St. Walburg (about an hour northeast of Lloydminster) has their Blueberry Festival. Since the town is only about 800 people, it’s a good time for garage sales too. I was up there to shoot photos for the paper, but I also wandered around some garage sales, and found these chairs. Continue reading