Moving

An opportunity has arisen for me to move into another affordable, two-bedroom apartment closer to downtown Guelph. Anyone who has followed this blog for the past six years will know what a horror story this place has been. Things have been more peaceful lately, but maintenance doesn't happen unless I write angry letters, which isn't my style. I decided long time ago, I need to move, but I didn't think anything else this cheap was available. Well, I was wrong. Now isn't the best time, but the new place is exactly what I'm looking for. I don't expect a door like this to open again. Read more about this on The Yarn. The building is within sight of where this icon photo was taken, Guelph Farmers' Market.

Out of the blue

Paula just called to ask whether I am available to work for her for a few days. She is a good friend of good friends, a pleasant denizen of my wider circle with whom I share mutual admiration, but we are both strong introverts so affection has never drawn us closer. Actually she is one of my favourite people. Paula is the archetypical "soft butch", as I remember quirkstreet calling it. She carries an aura of patience and calm assurance. People who know her well respect her.

She is a landscape architect who grew tired of working in a firm and left her job to start her own business doing the kind of landscaping that feels worthwhile. When she mentioned it six months ago, I remember saying that if she ever needed help, I would love to work for her.

So I suppose this is one of her first jobs, and she needs help loading dirt and gravel. I seem to have earned a reputation for willingness to do heavy stuff. That's fine with me (maybe I am the other side of soft butch). It will take three or four days. Tomorrow I need to buy a pair of decent work boots.

There is so much good stuff coming out of the blue this week, I think I'll go cry now.