When my employment insurance finished in October 2017, I applied for a 12-week cannabis cultivation training program at a community college and was devastated that I was not selected for the first government-sponsored course. For a few days after this disappointment, I considered the possibility of “restarting” my job as a teacher when the union called me for a construction site job in my area.
I showed up on site with a hammer, measuring tape, and a carpenter’s belt to start work as a general laborer – doing site clean-up, chopping and removing ice, snow shoveling, sanding, tarping concrete slabs, clearing ice and snow from buildings, etc. The job was really awful and my entire body ached by the time my shift was over. As a result of this demanding, physical work I could barely walk by the time I got home, so running and exercising for enjoyment were out of the question.
The positive news is that I was laid off last week. After a week of doing absolutely nothing I am ready to “restart” a running and exercise routine. Running helps me make sense of everything around me, and it allows me the time to think about gardening, writing, planning small projects, studying French, and keeping up with social engagements and business.
Lastly, I suspect that with a break of more than 3 months from running, I will be doing a lot of “starting” and “restarting” as I slowly rebuild endurance, strength and think about “restarting” the application process for the next cannabis cultivation class.
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Last week Florian left the basement door open for a few minutes, just long enough for a mouse to sneak in the open door. I saw it and chased it with a broom, but of course it disappeared under the pantry door which is located under the stairs and refused to come out. Then in the night I heard a racket in the kitchen and I got up to see what all the commotion was and when I turned on the light a mouse sprinted across the room and squeezed its tiny body under the gap between the door and fled the scene to the basement.
The next day I placed three mouse traps in strategic locations to catch this uninvited guest. Two days later and still no mouse in my traps, but some signs that it (hopefully only one visitor) is enjoying its new home. By now, I started to panic and decided the best solution was a cat.
I went to see a neighbor who has a few strays hanging out near his place and instead of bringing home a mature cat that could actually catch a mouse I brought home an adorable baby kitten.
He is too small for cat food, so I got him some cat milk for kittens.
Four weeks old and weighing in at 461 grams.
The little monkey has no manners and follows me constantly. He is not allowed on the sofa or chairs, but he keeps trying to climb on them and I have to watch him like a hawk to make sure he stays off the furniture. He doesn’t want to go outside and play like a normal kitten. No, he just wants to stay inside and torment me.
I made him some toys to keep him busy and out of trouble. He plays with them sometimes, but I am convinced that he prefers to annoy me. If he continues to demand constant attention I might lock him in the basement for a week with the mouse!
DIY toy made of wood, an old hanger, some twine, and a jiffy pot.
DIY house made out of a cardboard box.