Belated bummer news

I keep forgetting to blog about this (hm! ''blog'' is a verb -- whazzat, a gerund? them things where a noun is used as a verb?).

Found out on Sunday that Father Frank (or Father Charlie, or Peter -- remember, I usually use pseudonymns) is indeed being shipped off to a new church. Professionally, it's a step up, as instead of being an assistant pastor, he'll have his own church. However, it's detrimental to our budding friendship, as it's way out the back of beyond, about 800km north of us (since 100km/hr is the standard highway speed limit, that's more than an eight hour drive away). In a minor turn of phrase, the town contains his name: it seems that Frank's being sent to Franklinville (or Charlie to Charlieville; whatever).

His new gig starts in mid-Feb., so we'll have a few more months to hang out, at least -- although I'm mostly busy with my Dissertation, trying to (hopefully) wrap up the bulk of it by the end of the calendar year (but it looks like it may spill over), and him working six days a week (funny job, pastor-ness: work on a Sunday, get Mondays off...).

Anyhow, that stinks.


Hopefully I can have some elbow room, time-wise, to set up my recording gear and at least record Pastor Pete/Father Frank for some guitar parts on some of my songs.


And -- hey! -- I suppose there's a vague chance that ten years from now, he'll get re-transferred to somewhere a little bit closer to Brisbane.


--GG