Sorry I haven't written for a few days. Turned in early. A couple of days, I did so much running around that I was plumb tuckered out.
First of all, we were in downtown Halifax four times this week, twice on Thursday. Patricia had an appointment on Wednesday, so I bummed around while she was at it. Marvelled at all the new buildings going up, and wondered how people would be able to afford to live in any of them. Thursday, she had a follow up appointment so I went to the archives all morning, and found some things of interest.
We came home and returned Thursday evening to attend a sort-of wake for a friend to the city, and former colleague of Patricia's. He was a man I knew casually. Robert Devet made his mark after retirement, starting the Nova Scotia Advocate, an online journal discussing the plight of the poor and disenfranchised. He continued this work until his sudden and unexpected death a couple of weeks ago. There must have been a couple of hundred people there, all saying nice things about him; but nobody spoke up for his work as a civil servant, which was also exemplary. The true measure of the man is known to nobody who spoke on Thursday night, and that is a shame.
Afterward, we had some noodles at Star Anise on Barrington Street before returning home yet again.
Friday, Patricia had another appointment, the third this week if my math is correct. I researched some things at the library. Ran in to an old friend from Toastmasters. Patricia and I walked around the downtown and South end, winding up at the former Morris East on Morris Street, recently bought out by the man who owns the Burrito Jax store on Blowers Street, and which has a new name. We had a couple of terrific wood-fired pizzas, eating every scrap, before returning to the car and driving home.
We had a quiet evening. Watched some stuff on the PVR. Also watched that much-maligned Dave Chapelle Netflix special. If the people who have been complaining about it had not complained about it as much as they have, I would not have watched it at all. But now I have, and I am not sure what they are complaining about.
I have been messing around with the little template I use to record information at the Archives and library. I think I have it looking the way I want to. Not that you care.
At the mid-afternoon lunch/dinner on Friday afternoon, I took a call from my editor. He had just received a call from someone who wanted to speak to him about one of my recent articles about a very old cold case. I will follow up with her next week. She may have enough information to justify another article on the case, or perhaps I can do a feature about her father, who had a brief but significant legal career in this city back in the day. I am excited by this opportunity.
I scribbled my editor's information on a scrap of paper, but decided this evening to formalize this process a bit and started a "leads" document for potential follow ups with people who contact me. I even created a "leads" subfolder on my Dropbox to keep that document in. I am not perfect and have likely lost track of a few such leads over the years because I misplaced the paper I had written something on. This new process will eliminate this problem. I hope.
Yes. I am anal, and constantly think of ways to try to improve whatever process I am working on. Part of my training over the past nearly 40 years.
We have been out quite a bit in the last few days, and now the weekend is here, and we may head out yet again.
People have been writing me to ask how I am doing. I am fine, I think. A lot on my mind these days. Some of those things on my mind, are things I should not have on my mind, which is why I am glad to have been so busy this week.
It is nearly 1:30 in the morning. I think I will turn in.
See you tomorrow.
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