Hot. Hot. Hot. I worked in the blacksmith shop this morning. It was 22 degrees Celsius when I left for work this morning, and progressed from there. Standing besides a 2000 degree Farenheit fire for 3 hours while hammering hot metal and talking is not fun. Especially while wearing wool socks and breeches, as well as linen shirt. In fact, I actually feel kind of sick now. It sucks, because I love the blacksmith shop ordinarily, it's just goddamn hot today to do that in those sort of clothes.

Someone at work said of me today, "If Rhiannon's ego were any smaller it would be non-existant. She's like an eggshell." Does this seem true to anyone? The person who said it did say it nicely, though...I find it funny because I generally think I have a healthy, if industrial strength, ego but I guess I don't really show that to people.

I convinced my dad to come to trivia on Tuesday, and it was great fun. Again, we came second overall, as the Brain Seltzer Orchestra (can you believe Dad spent months being convinced that that was actually the Brian Setzer Orchestra's real name?) He got along really well with Surf (my co-worker who does the trivia) and bought him a beer, so I guess that's pretty cool.

ooh, I am sweaty and gross.

You know what's really cool? In the number of tours I've been doing at Ste. Marie, I can really see that the world and stereotypes are finally starting to change. I've seen two grade 7 boys hug each other without their classmates noticing, caring, or teasing them. I see kids of all different backgrounds playing together, and helping each other out. It's small changes, and small steps...but even in the 7 years since I was as old as these kids, I can see the progress that's finally starting to be made. And it gives me a lot of hope for the future, that not all is lost.

-Rhiannon
"it's been 7 hours and 16 days
since you took your love away..."

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