As you may or may not know, I was born and bred in a small town called Parrsboro in Nova Scotia, Canada. I recently left Parrsboro to go to Fox Lake, Alberta, where I currently am.
However, today, I got some mail from home that confuses me utterly.
Have a look at this guy.
This place where he is is /five to ten miles/ from the sea. It's also up a huge hill as you can kind of tell from the tractor picture.
He was found on the side of the road this morning. (My uncle owns the farm pictured below in the tractor picture).
This really bothers me.
It is highly unlikely that this guy (who weighed, so they say, around six hundred pounds.. it took a couple more farmhands than shown in the picture there to get him into the tractor bucket and then onto a truck) .... got to this spot on his own.
I mean, correct me if I'm wrong. But, he just doesn't have the dry land mobility to have gone that far.
This means, at least in my head, someone probably pitched him off the back of a truck in that spot.. which makes me further wonder what people were doing with him in the first place.
What the hell is he at that? Some sort of seal, as far as I can figure, but....
Anyway, he is alive in the pictures shown. He was taken to the sea, where he wiggled himself into it, and off he dissapeared.....
I'd like to know the story there.
It's a mystery.
Just doesn't sit right with me... look at the terrain, ffs.
“So, I'm trying this again because the God-damn journal thing deleted it the first time. But I had my interview today. I had to get up at five-thirty in the morning to get to the city on time, but whatever, and I think I did alright, it's just that I can't really read the guy. All I can tell is that he's decided to hire me or not hire me, and he'll let me know tomorrow (Ed: Canadian raising!). Which sucks, because it's one more day that I have to put myself through hell waiting. On the whole I'm pretty confident. He was talking about all sorts of stuff in the community that I'd be interested in, and he said I was a very strong candidate. So, we'll see what happens. I also had a sort of Zen Buddha moment tonight, where I could see both the good of getting it and the good of not getting it. On the whole, I just want an answer, so, hurry up and be tomorrow! (Ed: Canadian raising!!!)”
So, job opportunity landed in my lap today. If you happen to be reading this, Colleen, I could probably use your input. You likely know this area better than I do.
Cons: 1 - Leave my home, and everything I'm doing now for awhile. 2 - Give up dreams of house, etc, etc, for a while. 3 - The place is incredibly remote. 4 - I'd be leaving doing something now that I love.
Pros: 1 - Very, very good coin. Much more money than I could make in Nova Scotia. 2 - House and such out there given to me, so expenses are minimal. 3 - Place is very remote. Lots of natural sights, etc. 4 - Chance to do something different for awhile, make a ton of money then come back home.
Basically, I have a very high chance of getting a job if I want it (Read, mine if I want it), of working for an ISP of sorts in -very- Northern Alberta, right up against the border of the rockies. By very northern, I mean farther north than Fort Vermillion. Almost to the Northwest Territories.
The place is a Cree Village, way up in the middle of nowhere. Accessable via barge in the summer, down the peace river and by ice-road in the winter once it freezes over. Internet is brought in there via microwave radio, and I'd be in charge of maintaining that as well as pretty much being the tech guy in the village.
I'd be responsible for the local school, health center, RCMP, etc, etc. Everything in the town that is connected, or electronic would go through me.
It's an incredibly attractive prospect. The money is also, well, pretty out there. But it's interesting work. Important too, really. Since I keep the village communicating and running.
Isolation does not bother me. Nor does living on a reservation. It's a chance to learn about other people. But, to drop everything and move halfway across the country -- well, all of it really -- and give up what I've been working for here?
Some of these are not very good. But, I found when I left the city and changed hosts... well, most of these can't be seen anymore. And some do deserve it. Some might not, but whatevah.
Most of you have already seen these, but without further ado:
I think this one is a miss. Not quite sure what I was trying to achieve. My brain works in weird ways. The bigger version is better, but only if your browser doesn't resize it.
The butterfly in my last post is still much better. :P
The blurred and forgotten remnants of a long-lost life.
Contrary to popular belief, I am not, in fact, dead.
I still dabble in photography. I am getting better at it.
Alot has changed for me in life over the last six months. I've moved, and have begun to take up the reigns of an entirely new life.
Surprisingly, I don't miss the city at all -- I think I've always belonged here, in the country.
There is something to be said for re-inventing yourself. Over the years, you tend to fuck up a lot of things -- especially with people. Sometimes, everyone needs a chance to do things right again. =)
All is well in Ben-land, though. I'm happy here; surrounded by hills and trees and living things that are generally not people. :>
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