Thursday, May 12

It’s been a little while — but I’ve been thinking about writing every day, so I’m thinking that counts towards my inner goal to do something every day.

The ideas churn around in my little ol’ brain and while I’m doing stuff I don’t necessarily want to be doing — I visualize myself composing an article or crafting a story a poem, and, though I don’t seem to ever get to the point of actually doing the writing I fantasize about, it at least helps to think about it.  I scribble bits of ideas, or snippets of conversation on pieces of paper, (sadly, I generally lose them) but in those tiny, brief moments I feel like a writer, instead of an EA, or a CUPE president, or a grocery shopper or a. . .   Sound silly?  Maybe, but for me it helps.

Yesterday was my birthday — and although I don’t relish the idea of getting older, I have come to the point of being grateful for being granted another year of life.  The time to be with family, to celebrate all the little things that makes life worthwhile.

Things like my daughter-in-law calling to have the kids sing happy birthday to me.  That was wonderful (although my damn fax machine cut them off just as they were getting to the big finish!)  Still, it gave me a great big smile to finish off my day with.

Things like the kids I work with being genuinely excited about wishing me a happy birthday and sharing the cupcakes they and Mrs. Baker made for me on Tuesday while I was away.

Things like my husband’s birthday surprise of the little road runner fetish carved in stone that I admired while we were on holiday in Sedona.  It is a lovely small thing — exactly the type of thing I love to collect.

The road runner fetish Tim gave me with a little Navajo horsehair pot I purchased in Arizona

So, all in all I really enjoyed my birthday — thank you everyone who contributed to making it special.

The weather here in Alberta has finally turned warm — but with the higher temps comes wind — of course.  Yesterday I thought the roof was going to come off the house a couple of times, and today is not supposed to be much better.  I am thankful, however, that I am not living in Manitoba or Quebec where they are fighting massive floodwaters right now.

In Portage la Prairie, the town where I spent the formative years of my teens, some areas surrounding the town may have to be deliberately flooded in order to prevent catastrophic damage by flooding.  They’re saying this is the ‘flood of the century’, but then they say that every year.  It is, however, a scary situation and I hope they don’t have to resort to breaching the dikes.  As of the news report this morning there are currently 1100 soldiers deployed in Manitoba in an effort to stave off the waters.  I wish them all the luck in the world.

I guess it’s now time for me to get ready for work.  I’ve got a meeting to attend first thing this morning and then it’s back to the school to finish out my day.  Hopefully, there’ll be time this evening for me to pursue my fantasies.

Great day, everyone!

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