The Pressure is Off…

Well, some of it, anyway. I had my interview with the Biggest Wig in the complicated trail of paper to apply to get these courses I want. It was a long and freaky-deaky time for me, waiting to find out if they would allow me to do this, because I wanted two different sets of courses, and I had to convince them that there was a correlation between the two that would make me a better candidate for entry level positions in the new career choice I’ve made.

My concern, and my advisor shared this with me, as did the registrar of the school I was vying for, was not that I would be flat-out turned down, but informed that I would have to choose one set or the other. And I couldn’t for the life of me decide which way to go. I wanted them both. And it was a loooooong wait for that phone call that would schedule the final interview.

I spent my time watching my kid play.

Space: The Latest Frontier

Kyla fell into her imagination again. It’s very cool when this happens. She drew the screen of a spacecraft on her chalkboard, and set up a control center with an old computer keyboard, bike parts, and a pilfered mic stand.

Check out the actually “shiftable” gear shift…

She went to some pretty neato places.

I got the chance to spend some decent time hanging out with her, too. We managed a few Walk-Abouts around town, and trips to visit Gramma and Grampa.

A “Back Lane” Walk About…

We decided to take my old familiar path to work, and got some nice views of the fall foliage.

My old “Day Job” route…

A favourite spot.

I have a winter picture of this exact spot somewhere. I shall have to do something creative with the two when I find the time to find it…

Ky and I also had a Walk-About down Queen Street, to kick through the leaves.


We both grew down a little bit for an hour or so…

I LOVE this photo! It was blind dumb luck that I got it at all, and I was NOT impressed that those rude people in the background did not have the sense to stay out of my frame.

So I disappeared them.

There are still blooming things in October…

Purple Flowers

I don’t know what they are, but they are still blooming, in spite of our decidedly Autumnal weather conditions…

I want a whole yard full of these some day…

I also spent much quality time getting to know the newest member of the family…

Meet “Scamp”.
He’s a brown rat. I call him “Fatso Ratso”, which Ky doesn’t like, but I notice she sometimes calls him that, too.

Hide & Seek

He likes to hang out at, on and in the couch. I allow this, because he has begun to bring up long lost treasures, like camera cables, and debit cards, although, I do have to fight him for them.

And then I got my call. The final step. Nice lady on the phone gives me the date and time for my interview. Another week away.


So, to make a long story a little shorter, I did all of the above all over again, with a couple of feeble attempts at doing laundry, dishes and general housework, and couple of “sickly” days thrown in to spice up the week…

And I start school Monday.

I win, I win, I win, I win, I win!!

I have such a cool list of courses, too, which I will elaborate on in the next few posts… But, right now, I’m going to sit down and gloat, and smile a lot.

4 Replies to “The Pressure is Off…”

  1. Ahhhhhh. That’s what happens when a rat moves in, huh? And aren’t rats supposed to be gnarly and ugly? Because yours is actually really really cute.

    I can’t wait to hear about your self-designed blend of coursework!

  2. Suzi – Until the first rat, Diogenes (R.I.P.), I thought rats were pretty disgusting. “Dougie” was like a little dog. Fatso Ratso is very different than Dougie was, and we’re still trying to get used to the differences – one being, that Fatso Ratso has taken over a bathroom completely.

    BeckEye – If you come to Canuckia, we will host a whole Chalkboard War in your honour… and you can wear a rat on your shoulder while you play (Suzi can come, too, and smoke cigarettes and drink Cuba Libres…).

  3. Apologies for all the gravatars being replaced – older posts had to be rebuilt around here, and my comment section has suffered visually. Also – I swear I’m not talking to myself. This time.

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