This week, I spent two days in Ottawa for consultations with the federal government, have been home for a couple of days and now head off to Moncton tomorrow for a Guiding conference.
Ottawa was a blast and I expect Moncton to be even better.
I just wish I had a nice fuzzy feeling that I actually did something useful in Ottawa. I listened attentively, made my opinions and those of my professional association known and stuck up for those who don't fit in with the mainstream of the profession. I keep being surprised at how entrenched the stereotypes are, though - and I firmly believe that translation is the main profession in this country where Anglos face racial prejudice. However, it's hard to convince someone who's never been on the receiving end that that's what it is.
But I digress. Of course, that's what blogs are for, isn't it?
My husband gave me the name Ember years ago - he says I'm like an ember in that I usually sit around quietly glowing, but when I'm poked I give off sparks. Here you will find my miscellaneous rantings on all and whatever.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Well, I've shamed myself into posting
Having had the audacity to publish an article on blogging, I guess I have to post once in a while, don't I?
See, ReBecca - I've taken your challenge, and will try to blog more often.
So what's new in my life since my last post in August? Lots of work, nowhere enough stitching or writing for my own purposes as opposed to what I do for a living.
I had a wild trip to Montréal in November to a conference. Arrived in the rain, left in the snow, got kicked out of the Museum of Modern Art. I'm off to Ottawa Sunday for more meetings. The next weekend is another conference in Moncton. I'm bringing my husband to this one. Poor man, he gets to go to the least exotic of the three.
See, ReBecca - I've taken your challenge, and will try to blog more often.
So what's new in my life since my last post in August? Lots of work, nowhere enough stitching or writing for my own purposes as opposed to what I do for a living.
I had a wild trip to Montréal in November to a conference. Arrived in the rain, left in the snow, got kicked out of the Museum of Modern Art. I'm off to Ottawa Sunday for more meetings. The next weekend is another conference in Moncton. I'm bringing my husband to this one. Poor man, he gets to go to the least exotic of the three.