Open thread call for help...
Not SAD but sad - I lost my best friend over the weekend. He was 13 and winding down (though if he saw a squirrel, he'd become a puppy again). He'd been diagnosed with cancer that had spread to his lungs; he was ready, but I wasn't.
He was my first and only pet. I can't imagine how people can ever get another pet after losing one, and risk experiencing this pain again. I can't imagine how people can lose a *child* and survive.
I can't imagine how I ever liked coming home to an empty house, before I got him.
He's basically been my social life for many years - I have no idea what to do with myself now. Any advice on how to get on with life (or simply get a life) would be most welcome.
Well, 3600 words in and I've already got more of a story than in last year's entire novel. (I gave up half-way through when, after 25000 words, none of my characters had actually *done* anything.)
My NaNo attempt, 'Shadow Cabinet: A Parliamentary Ghost Story', will have been begun in about half an hour. Yes, 8 hours in and I'm already procrastinating.
Dear Lord.
I, too, have always thought that the one occasion of psychological bullying I took part in greatly outweighed the rather large amount I have been dealt over the years. Hardly a day goes by that I don't regret leaving that hateful note on Bonnie's desk in grade 6.
Now, reading that people whom I respect greatly have done similar things has suddenly made me realize that, maybe, I can respect myself, too.
That's all I have to say about this. Just... thank you. Thank you all very much.
Abi @ 177 My reaction to reading that was *coughspluttergasp*. Please let this lurker assure you that, by all that is good and gracious, you (of whom I am in awe) should in no way feel inadequate ANYWHERE, let alone at ML.
Serge @ 231: Persuasion and Poltergeists, of course
I'll be at Anticipation, wondering shyly and hopefully whether mostly-lurkers can go to the Making Lumière party, too, and bask in the glow of y'all's brilliance.
In downtown Ottawa you can't go more than a block or two without seeing a Thai restaurant. And, I read somewhere that we apparently have the most shawarma places, per capita, in Canada. Go figure.
Joel @26, I'm sorry to hear that. I'll keep my eyes peeled for Ottawa-based jobs.
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I dunno. Maybe that Vermont drug rehab place is where the Bat Boy is hiding out...
Mine are all baby-me related: a stuffed pig crocheted by my grandmother, a tiny t-shirt with 'Salut, j'suis Sylvie' on it that barely fits my hand now but that I'm assured I used to wear, the blanket I came home from the hospital in. Vindications that I was born, was loved, and have a purpose.
Everything else perished in the great dog vs. skunk fiasco of 2006. Nothing like having to throw out 75% of your stuff to teach you how little of it you needed in the first place.
I don't know Scraps but I do know that in a better world, finances would be the least of their concerns right now. Hope my little bit helps.
Serge @ 127 - Hercules Poirot and...?
Tintin
Another unexpected critter
When I lived in downtown Ottawa a few years ago I was walking home to my apartment building at about 11:00 one evening. A lady was walking her dog, coming towards me. We were the only ones on the street. All of a sudden she stopped with a strange look on her face, and quickly crossed the street with her dog.
Now, I'm a squishy woman and, having left my blood-dripping chainsaw at home that day, as innofensive-looking as you can get, so I was fairly certain she wasn't fleeing *me*. I kept walking, looking around to see whether I should be fleeing too, when I heard a rustle in the flower beds in front of my building. I stood in amazement and watched a large porcupine gamboling in the flowers.
On breathtaking sights seen from above:
I was over the Atlantic, coming home from my first solo trip to Europe a couple of years ago. Due to some incredible chance, I was in first class. Due to more chance, the AV equipment was out, so no entertainment. Everyone but me was asleep; I can neither sleep nor read even on a plane, so I was looking out the window, mostly at clouds.
Suddenly the coulds parted, I looked down, and beheld Greenland. I gasped aloud. Rocky mountains iced with glaciers directly below me; the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Beyond the shoreline, icebergs in the ocean. And then the clouds came back, and remained until we landed.
The spectacle lasted only a few minutes, and no one around me saw it. No in-flight movie could ever compare.
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Is there really a chance that Harper could get a majority? McCain + Palin = fail, but McCain + Palin + Harper = EPIC FAIL.
And here I was just thinking about who their third stooge might be. Harper fits the bill nicely.
Sadly, it looks like that majority might be in the cards (gods help us all) depending on what the Bloc does or doesn't get up to in Quebec.
I've been foisting myself on various discussions lately so I thought I'd do the polite thing and introduce myself, too.
My name is Sylvie, I live in Ottawa and I'm a French/English writer/editor for the federal gov't up here in Canuckistan. Though I also have aspirations to someday turn the jumble of words in my head into a novel or two.
I've been lurking here for ages trying to get up the nerve to dip my toes in; I've been known to pun, but my poetry is deplorable (I'll spare you the details of the poem I wrote with a friend in grade 7 in which we re-told the plot of the fourth Star Trek movie in rhyming couplets. cough.)
I'm far more interested in your upcoming election than in our own (I'm afraid the Conservatives will get in, here, but I'm terrified the Democrats won't, there). Though whenever I see Palin's name mentioned I keep expecting her to break into a rendition of the Lumberjack Song...
Skwid @ 10 - Wow, dinosaur sodomy has its own action figures now!
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