Even with her dementia, my mom’s personality is still there – humourous, profane, caring and kind.
I like nothing more than making her laugh and as much as the dementia has taken from her (and us), the disease has also made me love her more than I ever have.
(Here’s her reaction to my “Robots have Silver Balls” joke.)
@imhere4justice #canadapoststrike #CanadaPostlying #public #news #cupw #canada_life?? #shame #management #conflictofinterest #mismanagement
RPL last went on strike in 2002 and Saskatoon Public Library has just agreed to a contract after job actions and other escalations.
RPL is about to enter bargaining – I was on the bargaining committee a couple rounds ago and am again going into this round so it will be interesting to contrast and compare. Whereas last time was a very new experience for me (I was actually an alternate that was brought in last minute after a bargaining committee member left the library), this time I think I’ll be the second most experienced person at the table outside of our union Vice-President.
On this day in 2002, workers at the Regina Public Library began a month-long strike. One of the key issues was pay equity. The predominantly female workforce at the library claimed they had been subjected to gender-based wage discrimination. #canlab #cdnpoli #skpoli pic.twitter.com/ZiXbvshBrn
— Labour History Girl (@labour_girl) April 16, 2023
Not going to wait for Music Monday to post this – so good and timely.
“I Miss The Misery” – Lzzy Hale & Halestorm
Look who we found at a local Christmas Craft Sale!
When Sasha was born, my coworkers at RPL threw a baby shower for Shea and I.
I still remember a couple co-workers who both had older children – one in high school the other with two in their early 20s – giving me a line that I still think of to this day: “Little kids, little problems; big kids, big problems.”
At the time, one coworker had a child who was dealing with some serious issues related to neurodivergence that were impacting their ability to work and other parts of their life.
The other had a child who had split with a fiance and was moving back in with them while her other child was doing well with an engineering job thousands of miles away on another continent but which meant she only saw her son maybe once a year and had to constantly worry about his safety working in a country where foreigners were at risk for kidnapping and worse.
Pace is 17 and Sasha is only 11 but I often think about how much easier life was when they were small (not that it was easier – this is just the rose-coloured glasses of hindsight – but it’s true that their problems were definitely smaller) as Pace is driving, has a girlfriend and contemplates his post-secondary path while Sasha is also gaining more independence, dealing with the realities of being a pre-teen girl in a cyber age, as well as both of them living in an age of increased awareness of and exposure to gender fluidity, mental health struggles, broken and blended families, addictions, multiculturalism and so many more things that weren’t barely known let alone prevalent when Shea and I were young.
