One IS the loneliest number.

I'm truly beginning to hate weekends.

Until very recently I was unemployed, it made all the days blend together, and it made no difference whether it was Monday or Saturday. I've now had a full-time job for 2 weeks and I'm officially part of those who's "working for the weekend." (Let the song references flow!) I'm pretty happy at my job, it keeps me very busy while I'm there and I have a whole new group of people with whom to interact. The problem comes in that once the weekend shows up I'm in the exact same place I was before.

Living where I do has dramatically reduced my social circle. All but 2 of my really good friends live a minimum of 4 hours away. And now that I'm single I don't even have a girlfriend that I can lavish untold amounts of attention on.

I'm beginning to remember why I hate being single.

I'm not going to rush out and date the first person I meet that seems willing, but this situation is grating on my nerves. I miss all the great things about being in a relationship, and I've grown quite tired of having no one to share my time with. I have, what I feel to be, great ideas on how to spend my now free weekends, and I even have some money coming in that I could spend on said weekends. But I'm not in a position where I want to take off for a weekend retreat by myself. Go figure.

At the risk of sounding childish: This sucks... hardcore.

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

I'm in a position where I can make a big change in my life. It's both a exciting and frightening prospect.

I'm contemplating going back to school. Given this economic climate I'm having a very difficult time finding work, and going back to school may allow me to gain a marketable skill. It's a good option except for the debt that I will have to incur in order to go about this. Then of course, if I decide to go to school where do I go? My friends are somewhat split on that, so their input is difficult to interpret.

I suppose that ultimately whichever school I decide upon would be a successful venture, there are just so many choices. Do I stay local? Move within the province? Move out of province? Move out of country?

I've never really left this area for more then a week long vacation, so perhaps its time to make that kind of move, it is only a year anyway. But the debt that I would incur would be much greater.

Welcome to the circular thought paradox I get into... keep your hands and arms inside at all times and enjoy the ride.

The victory of safety over ecology.

I live in a very well established neighbourhood of a beautiful small town. In my area there are several dozen large old trees, two of which were in my backyard; note the past tense. It was decided at the beginning of this past winter to remove the trees because they were becoming dangerous. It's unfortunately true.

One evening, I returned home to find that there was a very large branch laying on the ground. It had fallen out of the tree and thankfully missed the neighbours shed. Seeing the rotten end on the fallen branch made the point all too clear, the two 70 foot tall Silver Maples would have to be removed. They were taken down with the greatest of ease. 50 some-odd years of growth erased in only 3 days.

RIP to two beautiful trees. I hope the world won't frown too heavily on our household.