Big Bite

Well, today I started at my new part-time job; training this week. There is a lot to absorb. Nice people, very pleasant. I think I was a “wee bit cranky” though. I asked a lot of questions, felt frustrated from time to time and probably failed to completely hide it; but couldn’t really tell because these people are nice and wouldn’t respond in kind even if I were to appear slightly ungracious. This is the second start of a new job this week and I’m doing pretty well with meeting all the new people and learning all new information. I’m tired to the bone tonight.

It is possible that I have bitten off more than I can chew with a third job; it is a big bite. Right now the workload seems overwhelming, but that may be more fear than reality. Time will tell.

It is raining and very windy tonight; it rained all day. This, of course, is nothing compared to weather events to the south. The tornado outbreak south of us is frightful. Such loss of life is sad. [April 25-28 tornado outbreak]

On my commute to and from my full-time job I pass through a village with a Canadian Tire Store and other larger retail establishments. Every evening I’ve stopped to purchase something. Last night it was a lunch box, as I’ll be taking packed lunches and am tired of my bright yellow plastic grocery bag that is full of holes where the fork keeps poking through. The lunch box is insulated and has a rigid plastic liner that is washable. I took my lunch in this box today. I forgot this box at the training location for the new part-time job. It is the yellow plastic bag again tomorrow; hopefully I’ll remember to bring home my new lunch box!


“Dalian sets up fund for Japan tsunami survivors

The Chinese city of Dalian has set up a fund for survivors of Japan’s March 11th earthquake and tsunami. The fund is meant to show appreciation for a Japanese man’s effort to save the lives of Chinese workers at his company.

The man, Mitsuru Sato, was a senior official at a seafood processing plant in the town of Onagawa, Miyagi Prefecture. Before he went missing, he helped 20 Chinese trainees from Dalian evacuate to higher ground. He was later found dead.

On Tuesday, Dalian’s top official, Xia Deren, told Japan’s Ambassador to China Uichiro Niwa that the city had established a fund in honor of Sato, who gave his life to save the Chinese workers.

The size of the fund has not been revealed, but the money will be sent to Sato’s family and colleagues.

Sato’s action has received widespread media coverage in China, and triggered an outpouring of support for his family.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011 15:18 +0900 (JST)”


Worldly Distractions


6 °C
Condition: Light Rain
Pressure: 100.2 kPa
Visibility: 11 km
Temperature: 6.0°C
Dewpoint: 4.6°C
Humidity: 91 %
Wind: WSW 18 gust 44 km/h


Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake.
Victor Hugo
1802 – 1885


Victor Hugo

“Hugo was the third illegitimate son of Joseph Léopold Sigisbert Hugo (1774–1828) and Sophie Trébuchet (1772–1821); his brothers were Abel Joseph Hugo (1798–1855) and Eugène Hugo (1800–1837). He was born in 1802 in Besançon (in the region of Franche-Comté) and lived in France for the majority of his life. However, he went into exile as a result of Napoleon III’s Coup d’état at the end of 1851. Hugo lived briefly in Brussels (1851) then moved to the Channel Islands, firstly to Jersey (1852–55) and then to the smaller island of Guernsey (1855–1870). Although a general amnesty was proclaimed by Napoleon III in 1859; Hugo stayed in exile, only ending it when Napoleon III was forced from power as a result of the French defeat in the Franco-Prussian War. Hugo returned again to Guernsey (1872–73), after suffering through the Siege of Paris, before finally returning to France for the remainder of his life.

Hugo’s early childhood was marked by great events…

Victor Hugo’s death on 22 May 1885, at the age of 83, generated intense national mourning. He was not only revered as a towering figure in literature, he was a statesman who shaped the Third Republic and democracy in France. More than two million people joined his funeral procession in Paris from the Arc de Triomphe to the Panthéon, where he was buried. He shares a crypt within the Panthéon with Alexandre Dumas and Émile Zola. Most large French towns and cities have a street named for him. The avenue where he died, in Paris, now bears his name.”


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Lots of changes are tiring and meeting lots of new people at the same time. Hope your lunch box is still there when you go back. Try to rest this weekend-although I don’t think you will have much of a choice, your body will make you! Have fun with your jobs!


My lunch box remained exactly where I’d left it, and now it is home with me, safe and sound. You are so right crochetlady about my body making me rest, thank goodness. Pacing oneself is so important.