The strange signs on the pavement, markings, notices banded to trees proved strangely prophetic: my landlord declined my offers of 2 months rent, took only a month and served me my notice, the house is to be torn down and an infill put up in it's place.
Which explains, to some extent, my absence. Long days of packing boxes, borrowed trucks, cars, the finding of a new place and the moving of ones possessions to a new location...
And while I've found a new place, expensive and on the north side of Calgary, I'm not yet unpacked, and between working, the tribulations of dealing with Shaw cable and the moving I've not found a moment to blog. Another 2 weeks and it will be more regular again, for the time being it's the slow unpacking of the too many millstones about my neck, the rearranging of furniture, laundry, settling in around a grueling work schedule.
I'll catch up, I promise.