Sunday, July 5, 2026
One Take credits
Matt and I shot the credits for the One Take Super 8 Event this afternoon, following my meeting with William and his team about the Bird People radio dramas (meeting of the minds). George and Joel dropped off ground beef.
Saturday, July 4, 2026
Dunlop opening
Dunlop group show today with all five artists attending and participating in a talk. While this is great, it did become a sort of panel discussion where each of the five speaks for 2-4 minutes about each of five topics, all before anyone in the audience has seen the work. Interesting but...
Friday, July 3, 2026
Gail Bowen
We attended Gail Bowen's funeral today. She passed on June 25 from cancer. I had only spoken to her a handful of times but she was always friendly and engaged with people and topics around her. Very down to earth and intelligent at the same time. I knew her through her daughter Hildey and her son-in-law Brett Bell.
After the service, we purchased a new fish friend for our catfish who gets lonely.
Thursday, July 2, 2026
Slate and family
Slate opening today for their summer group show. Had to dash in and out. Spoke with Sunny who (after I cautiously asked what was new) confirmed that she's expecting.
George hosted dinner for their second cousin and her husband who are road tripping from Vancouver Island to Ontario. Pleasant folks. Brought some old photo albums that Margaret hasn't seen.
Locked the office
Returned to the university to pick up my desktop computer which apparently is now valued at zero dollars so I can request to just keep it. This will inevitably not be my final activities at the university. Regardless, it was today that I also left my keys and will no longer have free access to any spaces on campus.
Wednesday, July 1, 2026
Canada Day
First day of my retirement. Mom called first thing and wanted to go for coffee. Having no conflicts, we went to French Press (contrary to Margaret's concerns, it seemed like everyplace was open). This afternoon slipped back to the office and looked BEHIND things and found a couple pieces of garbage and removed them. Back home, I edited William's CJTR Sunday Funnies radio show for this week (a task I rarely talk about but have been doing every week for four years). Barbequed ribs. I tried to do some writing but felt a bit tired so didn't get much done. Margaret and William walked down to the Albert Street bridge to watch fireworks but I opted out, started to sort my stuff in the garage instead.I caught a bit of the show from the close bridge. Margaret phoned to say they ran into four of my students and invited them back to the house for a fire. Almost all the wood is damp so it was a struggle to get it going before they arrive, but did it. They hung out until 1:30 then I drove them home. I'd wanted to invite them over today but it was rainy and Dani was moving today, so I thought it was a bad idea. It's so great that it came together in an unplanned way anyway.
Tuesday, June 30, 2026
Last day of work
My day started with a TWO HOUR visit to the dentist with my mom to wait for her in the waiting room where they had great art on the walls but played game shows on the tv. I really needed to get back to the office and didn't get there until noon. Dianne helped me sort stuff for a while, until she had to go and I had scheduled to borrow the faculty truck Lee helped me move my carts. I got the keys back to him by 4:45 and then worked with my brother in law Al who helped me box and bag a bunch more stuff. Exhausted and starving, I headed home at 7:00 and ate and returned with Margaret and William who got me over the finish line, emptying the office and studio entirely and getting all my stuff consolidated into the garage. We were home by 11:30 and I think I got drunk by mindnight on one glass of gin and fresca (it was a strong one). I am retired after 27 years as a professor (now emeritus) in the department of Film at the University of Regina. It was quite a ride.
Monday, June 29, 2026
Some lasts
Office still in progress.
William developed his one take super 8 film (my last use of the Film Department darkroom).
Our little fish dies. The catfish will miss him. He pushed his body into his cave to take care of him.
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