I know, I know; I haven’t been blogging, and I’ve been actively avoiding Twitter except for when I “cheat” & use it like the micro-blogging service that it was designed to be, rather than the coffee klatch for which I normally use it. Many of you noticed that I was “off” and I appreciate the kind messages.
Having said that, I’m taking a step back, trying to de-personalize my online experience, if you will, because it can get so messy and chaos is so last year. Also, no wire hangers. Ever. Rules to live by.
October is a seriously unpleasant – my late mother’s birthday is on the 1st, she died on Thanksgiving, and I get grumbly from lack of sunlight starting right about now. At least there’s a lot of distraction to be had.
About the personal, my big news is that today I accepted an offer to buy my house in Picton. Hopefully it pans out because I literally lie awake at night worrying about it; well you would, wouldn’t you?
We’ve had some health concerns here, and I’m still trying to find a new doctor – slowly but surely, it gets sorted out.
Re: the political, there have been some developments… Okay, so not that ominous. I’ve started volunteering at LPC HQ (81 Metcalfe, in the accepted parlance) – mind you, if a proper job came up, that might change, but it’s good to get involved…especially when one worries that one has a more established reputation as a critic of one’s party than as a helper.
I’ve also been acclaimed to the local constituency association’s board of directors, which is, of course, my symbolic EDA fresh start. And with one fell swoop, one instantly forgets everything bad about the previous two-year-span of serving on a riding board. Can I just say how happy I am to be (just) a director? Apart from year on a provincial board, I’ve always been exec. Because I’m an idiot, that’s why.
Still, these days I wish I were a happier Liberal. I wish I knew how to quit you, The Middle of the Road!
Can I just say how absolutely fucking furious I am with the four Liberal MPs who voted in favour of Motion 312? What the actual fuck, people? Okay, I should have known that the likes of Karygiannis, Lamoureux, MacAulay, and McKay had those views, but the abortion debate of the early 90s was my political call to arms, and frankly I thought we’d at least cowed our pro-life MPs into submission over gay marriage (funny how those two go together, isn’t it?). I’m expressing the most illiberal reaction possible when I say that, in my opinion, the LPC needs to be 100% pro-choice, regardless, ten times out of ten. Look, if Ted Hsu can vote against the damn motion, so can the Catholics and ethnic mobilizers.
Deep breath.
And then there’s Ontario. Listen, my mother, my father, and my stepmothers were all teachers. My mentor was a teacher and union activist. Some of my best friends are teachers. As long as they don’t shove it (their OSSTF membership card, I guess) in my face, I’m cool with it. But I’ve been self-employed forever and I remember how teachers hated Rae, hated Harris, now they hate McGuinty. Can you just not scream in my face this weekend? ‘Cause I did nothing. K thx.
And then there’s Justin, but that can wait until Tuesday.
Before I sign off, listen, if you think I owe you an e-mail / a Facebook message / an apology / a dozen roses, I probably do. Thanks for being understanding; I just need time to catch up from about a month of putting my head in the sand. So scratchy!