My own personal whirlwind.

Around me swirls my life, whipping by so fast that I'm afraid to reach out in case my hand is taken off by a flying cow.

Last week we went into town to see the Barenaked Ladies concert (Mini-review: Cool, but too polished - even their ad-lib segments were over-practiced. They didn't even look like they were having a good time up there) and see about finding a new apartment.

The days of the cheap apartment are gone, my friend. Apartments in Calgary that don't include most of the utilities are going for a rate that would have got you a 1500 square foot loft a few years back. The cheapest place we found was for $700, and that was a grungy basement suite where you had to climb into the shower to shut the bathroom door.

We lucked out - sort of. We followed a lead to what were the nastiest looking apartment blocks I've ever seen that turned out to be completely renovated inside to a degree that actually made us gasp. Of course it's expensive, but that came as no surprise.

Seems the apartments used to be welfare apartments, but the complex has since been converted. Wish they could do something for the nasty-ass exterior.

Back in the Hat, we found a message one the machine from one of the movers Lisa had quoted who said he could move all our furniture for a couple hundred dollars less if we could move out on Tuesday. He even agreed to keep it in storage until we can actually move in on the 15th. So we're in the midst of dumping the entire place into tiny boxes.

On a side-note, everyone at Lisa's work turned super-nice once she put in her resignation. Everyone was shocked and surprised and couldn't understand why she would want to leave. She got more compliments on her work in the last few days than in the whole time she worked here. If they had been that nice to her BEFORE we might not be leaving now.

Anyway.

We got the El Camino working, so we're going to convoy it home tomorrow night with all the animals in tow. Pippen is going to stay with a fellow from Lisa's work (my folk's place gets too cold for him and Lisa's folks smoke too much). The cats are going to meet their first dog - Nikko, the white fluffy dog that likes to leap up onto my black wool jacket.

It's also going to be back to dial-up for a while. Sigh. I love my high-speed access.

But at least we're going to be home.

Over in the forum:

Why, Mikey, why?
Smoking Shakespeare

The last entry was all nonsense

How bad were your Survivor predictions?

Take me home, big fella