Mrrrrrrreeeeooooooowwwww

I have done a lot of things in my life.

I was hit on the head with an axe by my cousin Calvin when I we were both less than four years old. I once shook the hand of then-Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau. I had my own television special on a local TV station. I have vacationed in Jamaica. I have scuba-dived in the Carribean. I have lived, temporarily, in the Netherlands.

I have undergone secret initiation rituals in Haiti. I have been hazed in University. I have been in a car as it flipped end-over-end. I have been to been to 15 consecutive Toronto Trek cons. I have directed a cast of 100.

I have walked across the Canada-US border at the Bluewater Bridge. I have broken my collarbone in a tobagganing accident, and had it reset without surgery or anesthetic. I have been a witness in a criminal trial. I invented my own programme at University. I was in the top 5% in my province on high school math contests.

I have belonged to two (very) different political parties. I've written for the University newspaper. I won a cake when I was in grade 5. I have undergone gender transition. I have marched on Queen's park and I have marched in the Pride parade. I am a published writer.

But until last night, I had never used a circular saw. I am tool woman. Fear me.

Ch-ch-changes

Finally. For the first time in almost 2 years, I'm taking a whole week's vacation.

There's condo stuff that needs to be done. The furniture arrives on Tuesday. The paint job looks amazing. I'm installing baseboards at the moment.

New furniture items are trickling in. Some are things I've needed for a while. New chairs. New office desk. Sofabed will probably be re-upholstered. Note to self: do not be seduced by new thin flat screen TVs on sale at Future World, even if they get amazing DVD images on them.

And I cut my hair, finally. Had it whacked off.