what day is it?

Well hello everyone. Since we spoke last I have:

- finished work at my old job
- had several goodbye parties
- gone to the FrancoFolies
- been taken to lunch
- packed up the rest of my apartment
- cancelled my gym membership, phone, electricity, gas, and Internet connection
- given away a bunch of furniture (not the #&%*@# washer and dryer, though! dammit!) and been paid for some of it, which was a nice surprise
- helped my dad load everything else into the van
- driven to Toronto

I'm feeling a tad stunned. Yes, stunned is the word, I think. I still don't know whether my landlords will accept me giving up the apartment at the end of the month, curse them, and my doctor's appointment this afternoon is a beautiful mystery -- will they find my file? Will she see me at all? Stay tuned! On the plus side, the hard part of the move is over, and now I just have to find a place to live, get my health forms sorted out, deal with my car (insurance, emissions test, safety test, licence), apply for an Ontario driver's licence and health card, get a phone... I think I'll stop now, this is depressing me.

Meantime, Rob sez:

The news media love bad news because they think it's more interesting and worthy of our attention than good news. The nineteenth-century poet John Keats said, "If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true," but many of today's journalists imply that if something isn't ugly, it's not true. The wide acceptance of this bizarre perspective colors our personal rhythms. We're prone to the delusion that a well-lived life is mostly a struggle; that it's normal to feel we're in a constant battle against the natural tendency of everything to fall apart. But right now is a perfect time for you to divest yourself of this nonsense, Scorpio. I urge you to devote your intelligence and passion to changing your beliefs about the nature of reality. Focus on what's beautiful and successful. Create opportunities for high-integrity pleasure. Have a fierce intention to find joy. Be a tough-minded optimist.

Them's words to live by, say I.

Sam, Sam, Sam...

This morning came the maid that my wife hath lately hired for a chamber maid. She is very ugly, so that I cannot care for her, but otherwise she seems very good.

book to find:

Consumer's Guide To Effective Environmental Choices : Practical Advice From the Union of Concerned Scientists

(no subject)

The score in the Continuing Doctor Saga is now Medical Receptionists 1, Robin 0. Game delay at half-time.

In other words, I showed up for my appointment and was told I didn't have one. (I suspected as much.) Eventually won from them a grudging promise to look for my file, which is supposedly somewhere in the basement, some time next week, and ask another doctor in the practice if she'll take me. (I don't even care so much about the second part, but I want my medical records, dammit!)

Good thing I didn't cancel my appointment at the CLSC for Saturday. The follow-up appointment, however, may be a bit of a problem. I wonder if Sick Kids will delay my start date if I don't have all my immunization records by the 23rd? I'll call them tomorrow...

I have rented a storage locker for my stuff, but hope I won't have to use it for very long. Need to sit down and start finding a place to live. But I also don't want to rush into anything -- if I'm going to be in a place for a while, I want to make sure it's nice.

Expect updates for the next little while to be a) sporadic, b) boring. Sorry! Thanks for the good wishes, everyone...