You know what? The server went down, again, so I’m going to take a few minutes to try and update here at the end of the day, instead of starting a new task. I’ve got about 25 minutes until Pinky arrives here at work with the kids to pick me up. What a nice way to go home.

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Last night (Thursday) I drove to Ottawa after work to pick up the kids and attend their parent-teacher interviews. It was an awkward affair; their mom had invited me (like I’ve mentioned, she’s been acting all civil lately), but just like the old days, she tended to do a lot of the talking, and while she was friendly with me during the interviews, she would keep her distance otherwise.

We went back to her place to gather the kids’ things and she asked me some questions about getting her Internet connection to work better.

I dunno, I’m not sure I’ll ever get her. She spend the better part of the last year telling me how awful a person she thinks I am and now all of a sudden she wants to be buds. Whatever.

This morning I was heartened that the kids seem so happy to be here the extra day and are anxiously looking at future long weekends when they’ll be back.

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Last weekend we did our Corporate Party one-song show (the old band and I, with Pinky subbing in as lead singer). After all the pains-in-the ass of getting ready for it and swearing that I wouldn’t do it again next year, well… I’d do it again next year. It was actually a lot of fun, and Pinky was awesome. Like, really good, as if she’d been doing that sort of thing for years. And oh my, she was damned sexy too…

Other acts included Jazz dancers, light-show guys, and an incredible female-impersonator doing Beyonce. He/she was incredible, matching the frenetic pelvic thrusts, hops and moves of “Crazy In Love,” all on stilleto-heeled boots. Coincidentally, he/she was the guy who served Pinky and I when we went to the company’s store to pick out our clothes for the show three days previously.

Oh yeah, did I mention we got free clothes out of the deal? Not bad, eh? Now I just have to find an excuse to get Pinky back into that outfit again... ;-)

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Running outta time here... this week cf couldn’t make the Celtic rehearsal, so Marv and I went it alone. We covered the new songs and some old ones, then tried out a few Bluegrass tunes that we may have a go at next time we get out to Bluegrass jam night in Montreal. This week I’ve also been doing some recording at home, putting arrangement ideas down for one of the songs we haven’t learned yet. Hopefully it’s worthwhile.

I’m enjoying the recording thing a lot, actually, and Pinky and I have even started looking into some possible University night courses in the field for me. Not sure it’s feasible, but it might be fun. It is hard to picture meself spending the rest of my life as a Technical Writer. It would undoubtedly be hard to switch careers at this point, not to mention get into a University program, but who knows.

In other news, the skin on my hand is slowly drying up like parchment, and, I expect, will unceremoniously fall off sometime next week. I’m sure the deformity will only be upsetting for a brief period, until the entirety of my hands actually peels away leaving nothing but nice clean stumps at the end of my arms.

(I just got prescribed some antihistamines and cortisone cream, so maybe, just maybe, I’m jumping the gun here and things’ll turn around soon. :-)

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