I'm hopeful that life plans of working on a straw bale site outside of the city 3 days a week, and at the mechanic shop 2 days a week, while wildly frolicing on weekends works out.


LJ posts have been cripic of late, mostly because this is the first time ive posted *before* 10pm in weeks. Shits moving around, and I feel good about it all.

It's funny how I keep making plans to change and move, yet I keep coming back. I still dont know what I am going to do with my fall, and I better freaking decide soon and sieze it. I imagion myself getting all these things started, yet I keep coming home from work, watching tv and going to bed. I am hopeful that straw bale will change this trend.

I want to stay connected with people from QV.

I have been blessed with a long line of wonderful kind funny thoughtful employers whose company I have enjoyed. I havent gotten a job with a resume in 5 years. They were all people I would spend time with in my off hours. I cant help but think that this comes largly from living in a city with so much work that I can pick and choose what I want instead of maddly grabbing the first of whatever I can find. It helps that I am a labour preffered worker in a city based on industry and production.
Paul Belanger was my first real boss, a crazy french canadian from the north who ate health food like other people practise religion and ran a disoragnized high on philosphy low on production straw bale company. We would sit up late around campfires bull shitting laughing and learning. Mr Bliss is an Orthadox Jew who started up a bakery and taught me to bake bread. I kept that otherwise insane job out of loving devotion to him and his beautiful family who are now like my own family. (I arrive for dinner last night and make myself at home- shower, borrow a clean shirt, set the table, clean the candle holder, prep the dinner...) Geoff was my boss for only a short time, because i liked him so much that I decided I would rather sleep with him then work for him. Mark and Chantal live in yurts on a mesa top at 9000 feet about sea level with no running water or electricity with two small children and 52 sled dogs. Exceptionally eccentric shit together and fun family. Dennis has been a mechanic since well before I was born, hes religiouse about taking coffee breaks, rarely gets stressed and is ever patiant and funny with the on going circus that is running an automotive mechanic shop. Mario who I start working for next week, is yet another slightly insane french canadian, this time with a heavier accent and a more together work life.