Friday, February 8, 2008

Life is groovy

Hmmm... I haven't written in a while. I've started a few times, but never quite refine the posts enough to commit them to the public consciousness.

You'd think it wouldn't be that hard.

The move is all but over: the house has sold, we've gotten a cheque, and all our stuff has been relocated. We still have a storage unit full of stuff, and quite a few boxes here remain unpacked.

I had to ask a couple friends for a favour: one friend is storing the canoe for us, another is storing the grill. That makes life a little easier: living in an apartment means I really can't store either item, and I can't use the grill (I could theoretically use the canoe, I just can't store it here). With friends storing them, they are in a safe place, and they might even get used a few times.

We're still on track to head on up to the Great White North this summer. We have a lot to do before then (like figuring out the maze of rules and regulations to move retirement savings across the border), but that's just part of life.

It looks like our travel plans may have changed, though. Rather than cut diagonally from North Carolina up to Alberta or British Columbia (we still haven't gotten a firm final destination), we'll probably head north from here, go through Michigan, and head west along the Trans-Canada. There are various reasons for that, we're still looking to see how that all shakes out.

Work continues as before: we're doing more and more in Groovy, which is a Ruby-like JVM language. It's kind a bit sloppy feeling, but it lets you use a lot of Java directly in your code, and it compiles down to Java classes. It's a nice language for a lot of the problems we've been trying to solve.


Shan said...

Hey, the Trans-Canada! Nothin' wrong with that.

I'm already planning a road trip to come see you. But I'm not sure why Ames has consented to AB, knowing how she feels about "anywhere Canadians call north" - did you not tell her that the centre gets just as cold?

Gwen said...

There's no place like the West Coast, land of Birkenstocks with bare feet in summer, and with socks in winter. Oh, there's no place like home. I'd give a lot to move back.