Fall has arrived and with it fall weather – which is awesome (with the exception of leaves – which aren’t so awesome when you’re highly allergic to leaf mold like I am). Cooler days and cool nights mean I’m sleeping better and can actually walk the dog in the middle of the day when he prefers it without melting into a blob on the sidewalk. I quite enjoy fall. It’s not too hot, not generally too cool, there’s football to watch, playoff baseball in Toronto, and Thanksgiving at the family cottage to look forward to.
This is the 4th Word Wednesday post I’ve started to write this week – hence why it’s being finished on a Thursday – the others will come out when the time is right, but they just didn’t work right now. Summer is in full swing, it’s been blisteringly hot, and I’m feeling a distinct lack of zen. There’s an old adage about ducks looking peaceful on the water but paddling furiously with their legs below the surface. That’s exactly how I feel right now – I’ve got some really exciting things coming up but right now, my life doesn’t actually look any different.
I suppose this won’t come as a surprise to those who know me well, but I’m at the stage of the summer where I’m just about done – both physically and mentally. It seems that every time I plan on a few days of R &R, something comes up. Sure there’s the cottage, and I had a lot of fun this past long weekend with friends old and new up there, but when you own the cottage, there’s always work to do. [Read more…]
I’ve been AWOL of late – and for that I apologize. Depression and grief took hold for a while, and then things got really busy for a while, and then I felt so guilty about not writing that I couldn’t write. It’s a vicious circle. I decided today, though, that I should write something and put it out there. So here goes.
It’s been a busy week around here. I spent most of the day Thursday and all day Friday and Saturday getting ready for Dad’s 60th birthday party at the cottage. Thursday I put in a full 8 hours of work writing for clients, packed the car for dad and the dog to leave for the cottage right after dinner, and then went into town to get some supplies for the party (and a card for dad since I’d forgotten to get one when I got part of his present). Somehow, I managed to volunteer for a couple of hours AND get the errands done but it meant I was out until 10:45 pm which was longer than planned. Friday, I got up early, loaded the van with all the last-minute things like gas cans for the boat that can’t go in the night before, packed the cooler, went to the vet to pick up Monty’s special cookies, dropped a bag at home, picked up the ice pack I’d forgotten, and drove to the cottage stopping at Costco and for Gas and other party supplies on the way. I had lists on top of lists on top of lists, with photographs of said lists on my BlackBerry in case I misplaced one. It was supposed to be a quick in and out mission at Costco. Of course, if you’ve ever been to a Costco en route to cottage country on a Friday during the summer, you’ll realize the folly of my plan.