Daxohol

Moving Through The Blogoshere

Since I'm so eager to get back into the swing on blogging, I went through my blog roll.  It sort broke my heart a little.

I miss some of the folks I used to connect with.  Some are still around, some in new bloggy digs, but some have disappeared.  The ones who have disappeared I just can't help but wonder if they are okay...probably, but I still want to know.  Some of these folks I had a great time with.  I know it's hard to imagine having a good time with people you've never met before - but seriously.  We read about each other's lives, we comforted each other, shared joys, sadness, anxieties, rants, debates, and oh hell yes we laughed with each other.  Some of us partied on MSN until obscene hours of our respective time zones and had an absolute blast.  My early days of motherhood were shared with these folks through this blog.  Hell, after the brutal creative beating I took in college, I recovered any will I had left to write on this blog.  My readers were a huge motivation. 

I'm glad to see that some are still out here in the sphere.  I've always lurked here and there even when I wasn't writing.

Anyhow, now that I'm back - I hope I can reconnect with some that are still around.  I look forward to making new connections.  I remember fondly and hope the people who have moved on are well.

I don't mind writing into an abyss.  I did it when I first started, I'll do it again.  Besides lurkers are just a click away...

****you can skip his little preamble - but his song about video blogs is cute.

Saturday Night Live

Live from my basement it's Saturday night.  Not doing much of anything tonight.  I did find a snazzy little flash player so I can add music to my posts.

Daxon and I had a pretty mellow day today.  I kept asking him if he wanted to go on an adventure, or a walk - he just didn't want to and said he just wanted to play and watch TV.  I thought about it, and it occurred to me that his weekdays now are rather busy for a little guy.  Two schools a day.  By nightfall he is pretty beat and usually there is no trouble getting him to sleep (which is a nice change).  So I guess I can let go of feeling like a poo-head for not having something exciting planned on Saturday.  He just wanted to chill and relax.  I'll be honest and say I was totally game for couchin' it.  We did manage to venture out and grab some groceries.

So this is a boring post.  I do have much more I could write about regarding a hot debate happening in Dax's school.  I now lovingly refer to the whole hoopla as "Milk-gate" - the name is thanks to my friend who is also a former co-worker and her daughter is in Dax's class.  Milk-gate is quite entertaining only I've run out of steam writing about it on the message group.  I will say this...somehow, a woman with way too much time on her hands has decided that the Dairy industry is the devil and that our school's participation is considered equivalent to cultural genocide.  That's the nutshell.  I shit you not, it's that bat shit crazy. 

I'll leave you with this as opposed to me investing more energy over spilled milk.

Age Remix

Before I go ahead with this post, I need to clarify that in my job, the demographic I work for are people over 50 (Seniors).  Now, before anyone who reads this who is near 50, exactly 50,  is just over fifty or well over 50 tries to bludgeon me with their Nike shoes or strangle me with their Yoga Strap,  I hate labels.  So to me "Seniors" is a only something I feel you can call yourself if you *want* to.  Otherwise - your old.  Joking, joking...keep your canes down.  Oh god I just can't stop!  Seriously, no disrespect.  I have deep respect, that's why I'm working in this area.  This is my first time in the trenches assisting people with complex issues that are relevant to this age group. I find healing in humour.  Humour is my coping mechanism.  In the course of some of my days I see alot of things...alot of things I've never seen before, and I have had to learn to process and handle my emotions and my perspectives.  It's great that I have a team I can debrief with, a team that shares my sense of humour.  It's part of our culture, it's part of our culture's healing.

On with the post.

I had a nice brisk walk from one meeting place to another today.  My destination is one that I always dread going to. It's a long term care facility, and it's not one of the more pleasant ones.  I had my music pumpin' and I was energized and feeling good.  I have no real idea of what order my tunes are going in because my MP3 player is not all that fancy.  I am at the mercy of randomness at the moment.  So just as I am approaching the place a remix of Enya's "Orinoco Flow" and Prodigy's "Smack My Bitch Up" comes on.  I start laughing out loud...

There is an episode of South Park where Stan's Grandpa turns 102, and all he wants for his birthday is for Stan to kill him. Of course Stan refuses. Grandpa shows Stan what it's like being old by putting him in a dark room and playing Enya music.

I tell Gary of my whimsical moment and he tells me that last night while he was at his brother's they watched that very episode.

WHOA!

So I even made and put up a new masthead. 

That counts for something right?!

The good news is I've been writing. Not here, but in my dark secret folder on my hard drive called "T&A KEEP OUT" (T&A meaning "titled & ashamed")

I had to take some time to go within a bit and reconfigure my voice.  I've gone through some inner changes over the last couple years and I'm beginning to feel comfortable in my own skin again.

So onward!

The Coles Notes of Life As I Know It Now:

Daxon has begun Junior Kindergarten!  He spends his afternoons at the preschool he went to last year.  He has become a quite the music geek and has a true appreciation and self directed love for rock and roll.  Okay we help him along a bit by exposing him to a wide range of different music, but truly he really does have his opinions and preferences.  With anything he hears, especially if he likes it, he likes to know what the song title is and who sings it.  He understands the concepts of "bands" and "singers".  Led Zeppelin, The Trews, The White Stripes top his list of favorite bands.  This actually means, he really likes a number of songs done by each band, not because they are by the band...but because he genuinely finds them to be rockin' tunes.  He has an impressive list of songs he likes to hear and rock out to.  The rocking out is seriously adorable.  Eyes crammed shut, lip synching/singing the lyrics and shaking his fist to the beat.  He also likes to mellow out a bit and get groovy with Bob Marley.  His favourite Marley? Stir It Up & Small Axe.  My boy...

Gary continues to be awesome.  I would however like to point out an evolution of his that totally has me bewildered...No, he hasn't grown a third leg (although he will argue he's always had that feature), but he has become a far more aware of politics.  His entire outlook on religion has undergone a makeover and politics has taken a huge step to the forefront of his interests.  I welcome it, as it is a healthy interest that keeps him informed and involved. Truthfully, I couldn't have lengthy political or world issue chats with him before.  Not because he we didn't agree, but because he got too over-whelmed and just never wanted to "get into all that".  I'm not sure what set him off.  I don't even think he can pin point it either.  He just gradually became more aware.    It's interesting, fascinating and as a wife who shares his outlooks (thank god, no seriously, thank god) I totally dig this.  In fact, it has helped spice up my intellectual attraction to him.  I mean come on...after 10 years, who doesn't need a bit of a healthy mind boost - dig?

Although, he does have to learn to wait until I've had my first coffee before he briefs me on the latest.  I do expect that once the elections are over, his gusto may simmer down.  However, I'd like to see how or if...he'll grow more active...hot!

As for me I'm totally loving my place in life right now.  I've decided that really, life in the social justice field is just too damn cool to leave at the moment.  I'm in trenches on a contract job in the Aboriginal community till the end of March - it could be renewed pending sustainability funding.  We have to prove the program.  So yeah, that means financial unpredictability - so what, it's like that everywhere, so I'll make the best with what I get and do my best to keep going.  So by working hard and well, I'll keep the job, the complete contradiction to every social justice junkie's mission impossible dream; to work myself out of a job.

More in a bit...