This Week Just Gets Better and Better...
...Thank God, in another couple of hours it'll be over.
Two minor woes and one rather puzzling, and much more major, one.
#1: I think I have a cavity. My dentist resides on another continent. There's something wrong with this situation.
#2: I've been suckered into helping at the University MA open day, representing "this university and my department " to all of the eighteen-year olds who are thinking about doing their undergrad in Abz. I'm supposed to plug both the Film Studies program (which in all fairness is pretty good - lots of variety offered, course-wise) and also supposed to impose upon the ickle firsties the history and the prestige and the honour that they'd be blessed with should this ancient institution lower itself to grant them an entrance interview.
I'm currently having to supress the urge to go man my booth dressed up as a giant roll of film.
And the puzzling woe:
http://origin.www.cbc.ca/canada/nova-scotia/story/2008/08/21/search-ended.html
I met Mr. Sperry last winter; he's contracted to do the electrical work on a family property. It's all much more puzzling then the article lets on - there was a major fire in Petite Riviere, and he'd done some of the work on the building that burnt down. He seems like the by-the book sort who wouldn't put up with any shoddy or slapdash workmanship - the gossip mill otherwise known as my family's collective imagination thinks that 1. Either there was a freak accident with the electrical work that caused the fire, and that caused him enough distress to make him leave without telling anyone, minus his car and his keys and his wallet, or 2. The owner of said business remarked that he'd been thinking of selling up anyways: possibly it's a case of arson, insurance and the electrical work being a likely and timely excuse...
They had helicopters out and dragged the river and everything. I hope he's okay - my family were wondering if they should phone the local police to ask them to check our property, as Mr. Sperry has a key to it - we're having worrying visions of him being somehow in need of help there, with no one but us knowing that he might be there...Fingers crossed that he makes it home safe and sound - if there's anyone on my flist in the general area, keep an eye out for him!
ETA: Mr. Sperry is deceased; he had a heart condition, and apparently something happened while he was out walking on his property (which is at least something her apparently really enjoyed doing.) It's a crying shame, though.
Two minor woes and one rather puzzling, and much more major, one.
#1: I think I have a cavity. My dentist resides on another continent. There's something wrong with this situation.
#2: I've been suckered into helping at the University MA open day, representing "this university and my department " to all of the eighteen-year olds who are thinking about doing their undergrad in Abz. I'm supposed to plug both the Film Studies program (which in all fairness is pretty good - lots of variety offered, course-wise) and also supposed to impose upon the ickle firsties the history and the prestige and the honour that they'd be blessed with should this ancient institution lower itself to grant them an entrance interview.
I'm currently having to supress the urge to go man my booth dressed up as a giant roll of film.
And the puzzling woe:
http://origin.www.cbc.ca/canada/nova-scotia/story/2008/08/21/search-ended.html
I met Mr. Sperry last winter; he's contracted to do the electrical work on a family property. It's all much more puzzling then the article lets on - there was a major fire in Petite Riviere, and he'd done some of the work on the building that burnt down. He seems like the by-the book sort who wouldn't put up with any shoddy or slapdash workmanship - the gossip mill otherwise known as my family's collective imagination thinks that 1. Either there was a freak accident with the electrical work that caused the fire, and that caused him enough distress to make him leave without telling anyone, minus his car and his keys and his wallet, or 2. The owner of said business remarked that he'd been thinking of selling up anyways: possibly it's a case of arson, insurance and the electrical work being a likely and timely excuse...
They had helicopters out and dragged the river and everything. I hope he's okay - my family were wondering if they should phone the local police to ask them to check our property, as Mr. Sperry has a key to it - we're having worrying visions of him being somehow in need of help there, with no one but us knowing that he might be there...Fingers crossed that he makes it home safe and sound - if there's anyone on my flist in the general area, keep an eye out for him!
ETA: Mr. Sperry is deceased; he had a heart condition, and apparently something happened while he was out walking on his property (which is at least something her apparently really enjoyed doing.) It's a crying shame, though.