I tried to post a nice little entry here with my Blackberry .... about how a nice Air Canada check-in lady got us out of Halifax on an earlier flight .... a make-up flight for people who had been dicked around by the weather all day .... but somehow the e-mail-to-blog thing didn't work. And now I'm writing on a MacBook Pro, and Windows cut-and-paste keys don't work, and I can't figure it out and we have to get running to a wedding. So .... yes, we got here safe. Yes, we got here in good time. They told us we were going to the wrong terminal, but no biggie. Thanks, Air Canada lady, for hookin' us up! And I'll try to figure this Blackberry posting thing soon. Gotta scram!
Today marks a weird spot on the calendar for me. It’s one of those landmarks that really doesn’t mean anything, other than to illustrate the weirdness of time and how we feel it. As of today, my son Gordon has been without his mother longer than he was with her. The length of time Amanda has been gone is now longer than the length of time we were a family of three. Sometimes it doesn’t feel like it’s been that long, but that dangblasted calendar tells me it’s almost three years. I have not said a word about it to G, but tonight, for the first time in a long time, he pulled out the Missing Mummy book for bedtime. Today was my last day in broadcasting for a while, as far as I can tell. I spent the past five years as Program Director at Newstalk 1290 CJBK in London, Ontario. And in recent years, I was also the noon-hour show host, afternoon news anchor, a commercial voice guy, TV news promo voice guy, and more. Also in the past five years, I’ve bought a house, endured renovation