Not Quite Stamped Out

I know, it's been a sad state of affairs here at The Burning Bush. No crispers, not even a spark. It's been almost a month now. But the flame has not died completely. It's time to get back at it and restore bush whacking to its rightful place in the blogosphere. But first a recap:

The last time you saw the Bush Whacker, I was about to receive a lovely visitor from Toronto. (This visitor shall hereafter be known as Dr. Fem. The handle is of her own choosing, but I can vouch for the fact that she "handles "well.) We had a fantabulous 10 days here in Halifax, which included the the Pride parade and all the Pride week festivities that I know Maurice has already told you about. (The one drawback about the Pride week stuff: it was one big celebration of marriage! But more on this later...)

I've also begun teaching again. It's a summer class on Children's Literature, which is going quite well, but lots of work.

And in the middle of long distance affairs of the heart (yes, the story of my life) and teaching, I'm organizing a move back to New Jersey. Can I say how much I hate, hate, hate moving? For the record. At least on my way back, I get to be on Toronto for a couple of days to see the lucious Dr. Fem. But between now and then, it's packing boxes, grading papers, writing proposals for my supervisor, and managing stress.

There will, of course, be some time for festivities, including a dinner party chez the Queen of Sheba and the Grand Poobah of Culinary Delights. And the Renaissance Eyeore is driving in from Fredericton this weekend to see me off. New Jersey definitely does not seem so appealing when it means bidding au revoir to such wonderful friends.

Why can't life just be about bush whacking?

Posted by Bush Whacker at August 8, 2003 08:15 PM