I have an academic degree (or two or three)!
One of them is in Library Science and Archives. So when I look at the side bar of this blog, I’m always interested by the word archives. If you press the August 2005 archive line, you will see the blog writings from August.
So, where’s that old stuff? Stuffed away somewhere in the bowels of a computer, just waiting for you to press that little old line.
Yesterday’s entry got me thinking!
I guess all is not leaving Saskatchewan (although I watched some dust headed to Manitoba today!).
So, “come on down!”
We have a Tim Horton’s on the way. Expected by October. So, if you’re going to be in Kindersley, Saskatchewan, email me (use the contact me section of the blog). I’d love to have a “coffee” (I don’t drink coffee, but don’t mind hot chocolate!).
But not before October. Or we’ll be sitting with construction workers drinking hot chocolate from a thermos.
Only in Saskatchewan, you say!!
Where else could you imagine moving a 1,200 square foot home down the main drag!
Imagine heading down Yonge Street in Toronto, or down Robson street in Vancouver. Not going to happen!!
The power company sends out workers to lift lines – even disconnect and reconnect lines.
Traffic cannot pass on the two lane highway. The “oversize load” sign is a bit underwhelming – if you didn’t notice the house, you’d never see the sign!
And as the house leaves town I say to myself, “We know there has been an exodus of people from Saskatchewan. Now they’re even taking their houses with them!”
This past week I spent time with my family at my brother’s funeral. One of the things that my brother did was to take ballroom dancing lessons. For him it was a release into his nature – the athlete, runner, musician all combined in one. Those who attended his celebration of life attested to how he could flow across the floor, a dancing partner of consummate ability.
I’ve thought on that this past week. As a family, we were brought up not to dance. For one very simple reason – contemporary dance was about seduction!
Why did my brother dance? I think for him the answer was simple. This was an opportunity to be with a partner, to step together, to know each other’s movement by the slightest nod of the head or inclination of the body. The dance was the thing, not a chance to get a trophy for being the best dancer, or to seduce someone, or even to be seen as the best dancer on the floor. This was about the joy of partnership, the enjoyment of a relationship.