July 31st – August 2nd

Day 213 – 215 — We’ve had a few very lovely days here in Bon Accord.  And it looks like the long weekend is shaping up to be a gorgeous one.

I managed, finally, to get all the weeding done.  Yay! Yay! Yay!  I sat under my lovely pergola for the first time last night and enjoyed the fading rays of the sun after a late dinner.  I made the most delicious spinach salad I’ve ever had.  Don’t want to boast — well, that’s a lie! — but, damn, that salad was good.

On Wednesday I decided to pick up my grandkids and spend the day with them — to take a break from the monotony of chores and day-to-day.  We went to the spray park in St. Albert where they had a grand time.  Ethan was enthralled with the skateboard park next to us and I have fears that as soon as he’s big enough he’s going to want to try what he saw.  Gives me fits.  Afterwards we had popsicles and ice-cream as we sat in the sun waiting for them to dry off.

Then, home where I made them tacos for supper.  We were having fish tacos. None of them have ever had fish, so Grandma decided to try it on them.  I LOVE fish tacos — my new favorite food.  Has been for about a year now.  Anyway, they loved the fish, just not on tacos.  They’ll get there, eventually.  But I’m glad I was able to introduce them to something new.

On Thursday I went and got my haircut.  Quite a bit shorter than I have had, and I love it.  Something new for the new me.  LOL.  Followed my plan to find a little coffee shop and sit and write for a couple of hours.  Tried out a place called JAX coffee on 50th street.  Very nice.  Excellent food and service.  I would recommend the wonton soup if you decide to give it a try.  Got some good writing done.  Fleshed out a poem, which I think is going to get entered into a contest when it’s done.

I am feeling full of positive vibes.  I know it has mostly to do with the summer and the removal of work stress, but I’m determined to hang on to them.

Oh, yeah — I’ve registered for courses at Concordia again.  Marching ever forward.

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July 19th

Day 201 — An unsettled day here in Alberta.  Sunny, but not very warm, then thunder and rain later in the day.  Managed to get some more weeding done — God, will I ever be done? — and then ran off to an appointment.  Things are shaping up all around.

A quiet evening at home.  Finished the first book in the Game of Thrones series.  Loved it.  But am going to go on to something else now.  Read the book on my Kobo.  Also loved it.  But, I miss the weight and heft of an actual book, and the slippery, whispery sound of pages turning.  There’s a secret sort of anticipation in that turning of a page with your hand.  The eye follows anxiously, wondering with a thrill what is coming next.

So now all I have to do is decide which of the twenty or so books I have left to read will be the one.  Choices, choices.

May 4th & 5th

Days 125 & 126 – The weekend.  It was lovely.  Warm.  Hot, really.  My leg was feeling much better and I managed to do a bit of yard work.  My grandkids came for a sleepover.  We took them frogging.  Didn’t catch a one, didn’t see nary a one, either.  Because, like all little children, they’re much too noisy to catch frogs.  Good thing for the frogs.  But, we went out armed with buckets and twigs and cans and rubber boots and sloshed through the sodden fields and then over to the slough.  They had a grand time.  And so did Grandpa and me.

Sunday, I went to my brother and sister-in-law’s for supper.  He made beer-butt chicken.  Delicious!  However, the dessert was to die for:  vanilla bean ice-cream with fresh strawberries and blackberries with — get this — chocolate infused balsamic vinegar — drizzled on top.  Seriously, it was amazing.

A fantastic weekend weatherwise — far overdue.

May 2nd & 3rd

Days 123 & 124 — Yesterday morning while I was doing my exercises — faithfully, I might add — I pulled/popped/tore something in my upper right leg.  Doing a warrior pose stretch, something I’ve done countless times.  I bent over, left hand to right foot and suddenly – snap! – I heard it as well as felt it.  Knew it wasn’t good.  No. No. No. I thought over and over, just walk it off, just walk it off.  And then, things really got weird.  I started to black out.  Got myself to a chair, I remember thinking how ridiculous this all was and then, the next thing I remember is waking up.  Very strange feeling.  Called my husband to let him know and said I thought he should come home.  Got some ice, got into bed, knew I was in shock and just got under the covers and went back to sleep.  Tim got home and by that time I was starting to feel somewhat normal again, though my leg hurt like hell.  Called the doctor, couldn’t get in, I relayed my experience; they said they’d get back to me.  Finally, around 2:30 they did.  Just ice it, take Advil and tensor it.  Rest.  The black out wasn’t anything to really worry about.  Well, I was worried.  So, I called my sister Lori, a nurse, and asked her advice.  She basically said the same thing, so I relaxed.  But boy oh boy was I tired.  Slept practically all day.  Lori said that was likely from the drop in blood pressure, which was what caused the black out.  She called it a vagovasal response.  Isn’t that just the coolest word?  I kept thinking it sounds like ‘basil bagel”.  But anyway. . .  So, now I’m nursing a sore leg (it is feeling a thousand times better than it did yesterday) and wondering how soon it will be before I attempt warrior pose again — if ever.

And yoga is supposed to be good for you!

On a lighter note — the weather has been sublime.  Tim and I took a drive late this afternoon to run a few errands and then go to the pool so I could soak in the hot tub.  I wished I was feeling up to going for a walk it was so nice.  Tomorrow I’m going to have him get the deck chairs and loungers out so that I can take a book and sit outside while I baby this stupid leg.  We stopped on the way home for ice-cream.  Went to Marble Slab.  Very dangerous.  Not just because it’s probably the most expensive ice-cream on the planet, but because it’s so damned good.  I had a sundae made with French Toast ice-cream, crushed KitKat chocolate bar, hot caramel sauce, whipped cream, peanuts and topped with a cherry.  I didn’t eat the cherry.  Hate maraschino cherries.  I let Tim have that.  Might have saved myself 1.5 calories out of about 1500.

Who cares?  I enjoyed it.  And after the scare I had I think I damned well should.

Wednesday morning, it’s chilly but. . .

. . . we were promised a high of 17 degrees today!

I really debated about breaking out the capri’s this morning, but I think I’ll hold off for a week or so.  For the time being I’ll go sockless or in sandals.  Oh, and I’ll wear short sleeves, too.

I’m kind of in a funny place right now.  I’ve been spending a lot of time spring-cleaning my house and just trying to get back to a more settled way of life.

What that has amounted to really, is me sleeping a lot.  I’ve been incredibly tired for the last week or so and though I’ve pushed myself through it and got a lot of stuff accomplished, I find that by nine o’clock I’m pretty much done in.  And then, trying to drag my hiney out of bed in the morning?  What a chore that is.

It’s probably just the weather, the change in seasons; I only hope it passes soon.

On the writing side of things:  my novel is going nowhere.  I have, in fact, abandoned it for the moment.  I did, however, begin a new children’s book.  And I’ve surfed out some contests that I could enter.  If I get up the energy.

Perhaps a big part of my problem is the fact that we’ve had a great deal of time off from work the past month.  A week at the end of March (our Spring Break), followed by two four-day work weeks because of the Easter holiday.  Then, added to that I was away at a convention for nearly a week prior to Spring Break.

I sort of get into this fantasy world of what it would be like to be able to be at home every day, and then, when it ends I’m left a little confused and disoriented.  It’s a bit of a struggle for a few days to get back into the routine of leaving the house for work.  Prepping the coffee the night before.  Making sure my lunch is ready.  Leaving enough time to iron a blouse, put on makeup, straighten my hair.

I so much prefer just waking up and padding about the house quietly with a cup of coffee in my hand, trying to find the brightest patch of sunlight to curl up in while I sit and ponder the day ahead.

It was nice while it lasted.

Have a great day everyone — and don’t work too hard.