..and I'm still alive. I'm still in Ottawa-Gatineau, which still exists in a still-independent Canada. For now.
I can make no guarantees about the future of myself, my cities and my country, of course. Not at the moment. But if there's a way for me to contribute to the survival of all three, I hope to be able to act on knowing it. If that reads as needlessly apocalyptic, I apologize in hope to everyone reading these words past at least 2018.
I note with some continuing interest in labour issues an interview with Unifor President Jerry Dias in yesterday's Toronto Star. Interest, and some hope, as I think we're not done with the issues Dias refers to just yet, in Canada or elsewhere. There are improvements that can be made to increase the satisfaction of workers and shareholders alike.
Also from the same newspaper, an article on the state of books and bookstores, in Canada and elsewhere that leaves me with some hope for the future of that business. I would be somewhat content to find myself as a staff person in a bookstore in the near future. I doubt that I'd like everything the work involves, but that's a peril of any line work. I could still console myself easily with being a productive person by helping others learn and be entertained. And if anyone wants to make the attempt in Ottawa east of the Greenbelt, let me know? The bus connections within this part of the city aren't perfect, but the price of bus passes is getting better for me.
Today's plans involve laundry, listening to The Sunday Edition and Cross-Country Checkup on CBC Radio One, and maybe some other chores as well. More as it develops, I'm sure.