Four more sleeps or is it five. Dunno. Head is groggy with a winter cold. I have taken to my bed on a Saturday afternoon whilst small person watches Stampy Cat on my laptop and my husband is out present shopping. Feels like a hangover but it isn't honestly. Although alcohol has certainly played a part in my weight gain this last year, not so much the wine as the snacks I trough down after a class of "sav" as the wine shop lady calls it. Having spent many long days at work since the summer I have concluded that you can drink too much wine if you work in HR...others will argue that no amount is too much. So as I recover from or move into a horrid cold I have declared Christmas to be alcohol free chez moi. We'll see how that pans out. See if we can make it to NYE, then maybe have some fizz.
Small person broke up from school yesterday, and is very excited and shiny. "It's the weekend now for 14 days!". He has Art Camp on Monday which he will love...they will be making wrapping paper as well as splash painting a canvas. Love that place. Christmas starts on Tuesday for me, when I shall switch off the work PC until 29th. Christmas Day will start early on 25th around 6.30am then there will be 2 hours pleading to open other gifts before we give in and drag ourselves downstairs. Hopefully Santa will have left a surprise gift under the tree...an XBOX One. I have resisted all requests for video games up until now. He's 48 for God sake, make do with the iPad! But having seen small person dancing to Just Dance on the iPad I knew what we had to do. There is talk of MineCraft which we have avoided til now, but given that small person watches videos of other people's games I guess it's not a huge leap to let him build his own world. The family farm that we inherited from him, on Hay Day, just doesn't cut it any more.
So off to sleep now for an afternoon nap, listening to Graham Norton on tinternet...I wonder what Santa is bringing me this year?
Saturday, 20 December 2014
Saturday, 29 November 2014
I couldn't eat a whole one
"I love kids". Who really means that? I love mine, I like a few others, mostly though I'm ambivalent. At this moment the house is bathed in silence. The cats are hiding as far from little hands as they could be. The 5 children that invaded the house at 9.06am have left. My husband? He escaped at 9.15am favouring a blood test over the screaming. And here is the dilemma and the need for some boundaries...the 4 kids who invade ( sibling pairs ) can't play together in their houses as three of the four parents work shifts, mostly nights. So our house is the beacon of space and warmth. As we get into winter their desire to play inside will increase. So I have have staked my claim as "the worst mom ever"... Yes, he says mom now... And have started blocking their entry. It isn't win win as instead of 5 screaming kids I get one wailing and moaning one, and I can't ask him to leave!
So, my quite Saturday morning didn't happen. I can escape soon for a back massage and reflexology, my birthday present! From me. And the when I get back I get at least I hours silence as husband and small person "need to get me a present". Every year my birthday pops up by surprise, unannounced without warning. Those last minute dashes to the store are inevitable it seems.
Small person is 7 tomorrow so 2 hours at Chuck E Cheese has been bought. Screaming, junk food, jumping and sliding. Just like my house this morning, but at Chuck E's they have a large mouse and coca cola. Small person tells me that the three kids from his class that he invited may bring their siblings! I hope they bring cash too. His chums up the street are all coming and one whispers to me before he left earlier, to tell me what he has bought for a present. "It's only small, some were $25 and my mom said she wasn't paying that, so we got one for $5". Bless them.
In other news, still overweight needing to diet and do yoga. Small person is vey happy at school now, but his effort and output is poor. So he's going back to Smart Club for after school lessons. I'm not a pushy mum ( I still speak English ) seeking A grades. I want him to get at least "satisfactory". He is not happy about the return but hey ho! The cats go into the vets hospital on Monday to be spayed. One has been howling at the boys for 10 days. When they go out to school and work she is silent. Poor cow! US Thanksgiving has seen work turn from frantic and wine inducing, to silent and calm. I spent a lovely 2 days processing paperwork to India; filing and taking training modules. I had two meetings in 2 days and the first 15 mins of each was spent discussing how quite it was. My art is on show at the Alton Mill gallery; the house needs "christmassing up". I have bought plywood and a jigsaw. The project begins later today...photos will follow, of either the front of the house, or us at A&E seeking bandages.
So, my quite Saturday morning didn't happen. I can escape soon for a back massage and reflexology, my birthday present! From me. And the when I get back I get at least I hours silence as husband and small person "need to get me a present". Every year my birthday pops up by surprise, unannounced without warning. Those last minute dashes to the store are inevitable it seems.
Small person is 7 tomorrow so 2 hours at Chuck E Cheese has been bought. Screaming, junk food, jumping and sliding. Just like my house this morning, but at Chuck E's they have a large mouse and coca cola. Small person tells me that the three kids from his class that he invited may bring their siblings! I hope they bring cash too. His chums up the street are all coming and one whispers to me before he left earlier, to tell me what he has bought for a present. "It's only small, some were $25 and my mom said she wasn't paying that, so we got one for $5". Bless them.
In other news, still overweight needing to diet and do yoga. Small person is vey happy at school now, but his effort and output is poor. So he's going back to Smart Club for after school lessons. I'm not a pushy mum ( I still speak English ) seeking A grades. I want him to get at least "satisfactory". He is not happy about the return but hey ho! The cats go into the vets hospital on Monday to be spayed. One has been howling at the boys for 10 days. When they go out to school and work she is silent. Poor cow! US Thanksgiving has seen work turn from frantic and wine inducing, to silent and calm. I spent a lovely 2 days processing paperwork to India; filing and taking training modules. I had two meetings in 2 days and the first 15 mins of each was spent discussing how quite it was. My art is on show at the Alton Mill gallery; the house needs "christmassing up". I have bought plywood and a jigsaw. The project begins later today...photos will follow, of either the front of the house, or us at A&E seeking bandages.
Wednesday, 5 November 2014
Remember Remember the 5th of November
It's funny how some things make you nostalgic. For me bonfire night always has fond memories. The Fire works, the bonfire on the village green, sparklers. Love sparklers. We had planned to light some fireworks here in Canada but the local fire service, with the power of telepathy and a keen knowledge of Diwali, headed that off. Notes were delivered to every house last month reminding us that you need a permit for fireworks outside key holidays. Not many folks here know about Guy Fawkes Night, but I guess why should they? My husband explains it using language like "celebrating the thwarting of Catholics trying to blow up parliament" which is factual if a little emotive in today's world. We forget that all those years ago the religion to persecute was Catholicism. Society now having moved on to stigmatize other faiths.
I remember aged 4 or 5 waiting for Dad to get home so that we could light the fireworks. Him trying to light a Catherine Wheel with little success. Going back to try again...never return to a firework Dad. Remember the firework code! That memory is over 40 years old but clear as day in my head. I think nostalgia comes from having a child around. I remember things I did at his age, consciously to try to contextualize and understand his behaviour, and randomly or most likely subconsciously At the oddest times.
Over the last month we have been creating memories, traditions, habits. It is now our tradition to go apple picking the weekend prior to Thanksgiving; to bake pumpkin tarts on Thanksgiving day; to go Trick or Treating for the fun of it; to go for brunch at Denny's on the first Sunday after mid month payday. Then there are the classics - Santa starts watching you from July ( when all the christmas cartoons are on TV) for his naughty/ nice list; no Christmas decorations can go up until after my birthday; the Christmas cake must be made before Grandmas birthday (Nov 25th); The trip to see Santa at the Pioneer village around the 23rd Dec. "do you think he is the real Santa mummy?" Maybe, although he may be a helper as Santa is very busy. "No, he is the real Santa because he was really old!" Okay.
Another memory that stirs at this time of year is watching, with my Grandma, the Remembrance Day service on the BBC. Born around 1903 she lived through both world wars, Granddad fought in WW1, lied about his age and sneaked off at 14 and signed up for the adventure. I have vivid memories of grandma telling me about being given tins of condensed milk during rationing in WW2 and feeling terrified she would get into trouble, only for the bottom of the bag to give way and them all fall out right in front of a copper. I remember dad and her telling me about them arriving home to find that the front door had been blown off by Gerry bombs. I wasn't there, clearly, but it is part of my life. Remembering and respecting are very important to us and we are starting to help small person understand and show respect for history.
We are off to the local Cenotaph on Sunday to pay our respects. Small person with his Beaver Scout troop and me close by. I think that those connections to history are powerful influences. Last week at work someone shared a comic image on the intranet with likely all the best of intentions... A photoshopped picture of Kitchener from WW1 propaganda. It offended me. I mulled over it for some hours...why did it offend me? It felt disrespectful in some way, maybe it was the ignorance of its origins by the sharer that offended me. The apparent lack of of education about recent history offended me. It felt like trampling across graves in a grave yard if that makes any sense. I felt compelled to raise my concerns. Others shared them and the photo was taken down. It rare that stuff bothers me that much but we really do need to understand and remember what others sacrificed so that we can live the lives we want to live.
More upbeat next time I promise :-)
Happy Wednesday
I remember aged 4 or 5 waiting for Dad to get home so that we could light the fireworks. Him trying to light a Catherine Wheel with little success. Going back to try again...never return to a firework Dad. Remember the firework code! That memory is over 40 years old but clear as day in my head. I think nostalgia comes from having a child around. I remember things I did at his age, consciously to try to contextualize and understand his behaviour, and randomly or most likely subconsciously At the oddest times.
Over the last month we have been creating memories, traditions, habits. It is now our tradition to go apple picking the weekend prior to Thanksgiving; to bake pumpkin tarts on Thanksgiving day; to go Trick or Treating for the fun of it; to go for brunch at Denny's on the first Sunday after mid month payday. Then there are the classics - Santa starts watching you from July ( when all the christmas cartoons are on TV) for his naughty/ nice list; no Christmas decorations can go up until after my birthday; the Christmas cake must be made before Grandmas birthday (Nov 25th); The trip to see Santa at the Pioneer village around the 23rd Dec. "do you think he is the real Santa mummy?" Maybe, although he may be a helper as Santa is very busy. "No, he is the real Santa because he was really old!" Okay.
Another memory that stirs at this time of year is watching, with my Grandma, the Remembrance Day service on the BBC. Born around 1903 she lived through both world wars, Granddad fought in WW1, lied about his age and sneaked off at 14 and signed up for the adventure. I have vivid memories of grandma telling me about being given tins of condensed milk during rationing in WW2 and feeling terrified she would get into trouble, only for the bottom of the bag to give way and them all fall out right in front of a copper. I remember dad and her telling me about them arriving home to find that the front door had been blown off by Gerry bombs. I wasn't there, clearly, but it is part of my life. Remembering and respecting are very important to us and we are starting to help small person understand and show respect for history.
We are off to the local Cenotaph on Sunday to pay our respects. Small person with his Beaver Scout troop and me close by. I think that those connections to history are powerful influences. Last week at work someone shared a comic image on the intranet with likely all the best of intentions... A photoshopped picture of Kitchener from WW1 propaganda. It offended me. I mulled over it for some hours...why did it offend me? It felt disrespectful in some way, maybe it was the ignorance of its origins by the sharer that offended me. The apparent lack of of education about recent history offended me. It felt like trampling across graves in a grave yard if that makes any sense. I felt compelled to raise my concerns. Others shared them and the photo was taken down. It rare that stuff bothers me that much but we really do need to understand and remember what others sacrificed so that we can live the lives we want to live.
More upbeat next time I promise :-)
Happy Wednesday
Sunday, 5 October 2014
Slowing down to winter.
The autumn is truely upon us. There is a nip in the air and the trees...well this is Canada, so imagine the national flag and you get some idea of how red the leaves can be. There is also orange like fire and amazing yellows that are almost primary. So beautiful. I love how earlier this week small person remarked " wow, the trees are so beautiful" and then was in awe again as he road to school through inch deep paths of yellow leaves. The space here seems to make the colours look more striking...there are just so many trees that there are miles of red rather then yards.
I have the house to myself for a few hours as the guys have gone out in search of a bike trail, small person now being proficient on his two wheeler. My husband likens it to when you first drive a car alone...the independence to move around, the excitement. Small person loves his bike. So what to do with my peaceful few hours...this clearly, and hoovering and experimenting with bulgar wheat for a shepherds pie later. Although it's probably better called arable farmer pie...I have great hopes for the recipe as I try to eat more rounded meals rather than being the veggie who eats the side dishes.
I had my annual medical on Friday, which I remind myself is a benefit but it feels very intrusive. I took 4 hours in all. They took blood, swabbed stuff, checked my hearing, sight and breathing, made me run on a treadmill, gave me a tetnus shot. I had to go 12 hours prior without food which tied to my Go Sober for October efforts meant that by time I made it back to office I had the headache from hell. Straight into a call to be trained on how to use an inbox ticket tracking system. Blimey that was a long day. I arrived home to find that they guys had gotten themselves dinner, at Wendy's where small person had allegedly had a triple burger and fries. That's a lot of meat for a six year old, even with his hearty appetite.
So, slowing down? I need to. In the last week I have arrived at work running, have sat on a phone for 7 hours with the occasional emergency dash to go pee. I have been shouted at, ignored, listened to, chastised, praised, spoken down to, applauded, and I have heard and spoken a good few profanities. Is it always like this in my virtual work world? Not so much although a great friend observed that it is becoming the new normal. So I guess it falls to me to control what I can, change what I can and avoid getting overwhelmed by it all. I remarked to my husband earlier that I shattered this weekend and, as he does, he pointed out the obvious..." You were at work till 8 every night this week, it's not surprising".
So when I had my medical the Dr quizzed me about worklifebalance and I told her that I have a good thing going...I work part time, I get to spend time with small person and my husband, I have no commute. Sweet. But that's not true this week...and whilst the job is very important as it pays the bills it's not the most unpaid fun I could be having...so, with some effort I am sure, October sees me slowing down into winter rather than running like a crazy person, snapping at my family and eating Cheetos for lunch.
Happy October
I have the house to myself for a few hours as the guys have gone out in search of a bike trail, small person now being proficient on his two wheeler. My husband likens it to when you first drive a car alone...the independence to move around, the excitement. Small person loves his bike. So what to do with my peaceful few hours...this clearly, and hoovering and experimenting with bulgar wheat for a shepherds pie later. Although it's probably better called arable farmer pie...I have great hopes for the recipe as I try to eat more rounded meals rather than being the veggie who eats the side dishes.
I had my annual medical on Friday, which I remind myself is a benefit but it feels very intrusive. I took 4 hours in all. They took blood, swabbed stuff, checked my hearing, sight and breathing, made me run on a treadmill, gave me a tetnus shot. I had to go 12 hours prior without food which tied to my Go Sober for October efforts meant that by time I made it back to office I had the headache from hell. Straight into a call to be trained on how to use an inbox ticket tracking system. Blimey that was a long day. I arrived home to find that they guys had gotten themselves dinner, at Wendy's where small person had allegedly had a triple burger and fries. That's a lot of meat for a six year old, even with his hearty appetite.
So, slowing down? I need to. In the last week I have arrived at work running, have sat on a phone for 7 hours with the occasional emergency dash to go pee. I have been shouted at, ignored, listened to, chastised, praised, spoken down to, applauded, and I have heard and spoken a good few profanities. Is it always like this in my virtual work world? Not so much although a great friend observed that it is becoming the new normal. So I guess it falls to me to control what I can, change what I can and avoid getting overwhelmed by it all. I remarked to my husband earlier that I shattered this weekend and, as he does, he pointed out the obvious..." You were at work till 8 every night this week, it's not surprising".
So when I had my medical the Dr quizzed me about worklifebalance and I told her that I have a good thing going...I work part time, I get to spend time with small person and my husband, I have no commute. Sweet. But that's not true this week...and whilst the job is very important as it pays the bills it's not the most unpaid fun I could be having...so, with some effort I am sure, October sees me slowing down into winter rather than running like a crazy person, snapping at my family and eating Cheetos for lunch.
Happy October
Sunday, 28 September 2014
Wednesday, 17 September 2014
Squam, Calm & Slow
Last Wednesday I headed for the airport, frazzled from work, life and parenthood. I was so tired that my expectations were just for peace. Peace to think, peace to breathe, peace to be. Wobbly at my foundations, after the tragic death of Robin Williams which hit home hard, I needed repair. My flight to Boston was like a roller coaster - seat belts at lock and load. I arrived at Logan with a 90 minute wait for my shuttle ride to the mountains. Oh my, what a sparce airport...Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts and a magazine rack. Coffee in hand I sat and crocheted the time away. No rush. Nice to be able to sit still for once.
Picked up on the dot by Joe, my shuttle driver, I headed to the mountains of New Hampshire and made great friends as we drove. Three awesome kindred spirits on the bus, plus the inspiring Joe who embodied the American dream. After 90 minutes we arrived at RDC...a wooded property on Squam lake, dotted with uninsulated cedar and pine cabins with stone chimneys and ancient "iceboxes" topped up daily by Ice Boys.
My room was like Little House On The Prairie...stark, clean, wooden with a cosy bed and a window that let in nature. I took a nap and woke up for dinner. An introvert in a crowd...of introverts. It was so easy to talk and make connections...so easy. What was that about?
My first workshop started with an activity to let go of concerns and embrace adventure. I pledged to stop thinking and just be; to slow down; to notice where I was and how I felt. Sounds easy but it took effort and courage. I had the best time from that point in, I painted, I walked, I danced, I ate great food but most importantly I had found my tribe. These were people who dressed like me; thought like me; creative; achievers; heroines of challenging lives. It was the most present I have felt in my entire life. It was the best of times.
It's so hard to describe further...but in 2 words it was calm and real. I can't wait to go again next year. Rather than wish away the year in between I aim to take what I learnt and apply it to my life now. Life is so short that we should embrace it and spend it wisely, doing what we love, close to nature, with kindred spirits.
When I was 18--25 I lived a hippyish style life, I worked with plants; my friends were hippies; It was the age of Aquarius. I was clean, but they smoked herbs. Those were fun times and I haven't thought of them in years. It's so funny...a few weeks back I had looked at my wardrobe and thought " I need to smarten up, get a more corporate look". In truth I now know that I need to dress more like me, more layers, more woollens, more autumn shades, more trips to the Thrift Store and more sewing my own clothes. I had it right at 18, and only now do I get that. I won't turn up at meetings in what my husband calls "bag lady chic" - don't bite the hand that feeds. But I know who I am now, and I met 100 people just like me, so in the spirit of Inclusion I will bring myself to work and throughout my life, without appology. Happy days.
Picked up on the dot by Joe, my shuttle driver, I headed to the mountains of New Hampshire and made great friends as we drove. Three awesome kindred spirits on the bus, plus the inspiring Joe who embodied the American dream. After 90 minutes we arrived at RDC...a wooded property on Squam lake, dotted with uninsulated cedar and pine cabins with stone chimneys and ancient "iceboxes" topped up daily by Ice Boys.
My room was like Little House On The Prairie...stark, clean, wooden with a cosy bed and a window that let in nature. I took a nap and woke up for dinner. An introvert in a crowd...of introverts. It was so easy to talk and make connections...so easy. What was that about?
My first workshop started with an activity to let go of concerns and embrace adventure. I pledged to stop thinking and just be; to slow down; to notice where I was and how I felt. Sounds easy but it took effort and courage. I had the best time from that point in, I painted, I walked, I danced, I ate great food but most importantly I had found my tribe. These were people who dressed like me; thought like me; creative; achievers; heroines of challenging lives. It was the most present I have felt in my entire life. It was the best of times.
It's so hard to describe further...but in 2 words it was calm and real. I can't wait to go again next year. Rather than wish away the year in between I aim to take what I learnt and apply it to my life now. Life is so short that we should embrace it and spend it wisely, doing what we love, close to nature, with kindred spirits.
When I was 18--25 I lived a hippyish style life, I worked with plants; my friends were hippies; It was the age of Aquarius. I was clean, but they smoked herbs. Those were fun times and I haven't thought of them in years. It's so funny...a few weeks back I had looked at my wardrobe and thought " I need to smarten up, get a more corporate look". In truth I now know that I need to dress more like me, more layers, more woollens, more autumn shades, more trips to the Thrift Store and more sewing my own clothes. I had it right at 18, and only now do I get that. I won't turn up at meetings in what my husband calls "bag lady chic" - don't bite the hand that feeds. But I know who I am now, and I met 100 people just like me, so in the spirit of Inclusion I will bring myself to work and throughout my life, without appology. Happy days.
Sunday, 7 September 2014
Planning My Escape
After the longest school holiday season we have ever known I am ready for peace and quiet. Anyone with kids knows that "a holiday with kids" is essentially "same old same old, just in a different location". Unless you are rich enough to go to places with a kids clubs. or lucky enough to have relatives to go along with you, there really is no rest at all. Maybe we feel this so much because we have an only child, or maybe because we had him "late in life", likely both of those reasons plus a huge spoonful of our shared introvertion that values silence for a few hours every day.
I recall when I first realised that I needed to live with and marry this guy - it was when we could sit in silence for ages and neither of us felt uncomfortable or the need to fill the air with words. Bring a baby into that world, on your 40th birthday, and its noise noise noise from there on in. I love the little bugger to bits, well both of them really, large and small, but I do need some peace - so I am off to an art retreat in New Hampshire for 5 days, stopping over in Boston for a night on my return "because I can". Not too sure what to expect at the retreat but its 5 days when I don't have to have debates about brushing teeth; not eating meals in front of the TV, restricting the IPad. "Oh mum, please let me watch videos on the Ipad, I'll only watch inappropriate stuff, I promise".
Being a planner you'd imagine I had everything organised, but not so much this time. I booked the retreat before I knew how I would pay for it; I fly out in 2 days and I still have no firm idea how to get from Logan Airpot to a lake side in New Hampshire. The only preparations I have done is to spend 1 hour in the local thrift store buying 9 T-shirts that I will transform into a wrap; a cardigan and - get this - leg warmers! "Fame!" In the joining instructions it talks about taking your own sewing machine if you want to. I'm guessing many folks aren't flying in. I plan to get all of my stuff in one holdall, but I'll check it in rather than spend 20 minutes at security explaining the presence of knitting needles and scissors. I think they are less stringent now but better safe than sorry.
In wider news, my husband's work contract was extended another 6 months; the kittens Mogg and Dave are 7 months old now, enormous and all set for the snip in a months time. The vet talked me through the process of spaying and neutering and I did have to remind him that they are both Female, even Dave. I guess he'd have spotted that soon enough. The allotment is at full harvest. We have 32 pumpkins, a tonne of beans and Sunflowers that reach the sky. Small person went back to school this week. He loves it! Thank goodness. After a miserable first year, getting into trouble in the pursuit of "fitting in" and being sat in the corridor most days, hopefully he'll enjoy this year. Fingers and toes are crossed. (although the downside of him having a group of friends is that our house is full of screaming children every day - downside is for the introverts who like some silence sometimes. Small person loves the chaos.)
I painted a fabulous picture for the local art show, only to get distracted by my paid work, and forget to enter it before the deadline. I am thinking about joining the board of the local community farm, as they have some challenges ahead around funding and securing their future and I think I can help. Small person and I went to family yoga earlier - it was a free demo. Small person enjoyed some of it and lay on the floor sulking for other parts, especially after he stretched too far and "split his pants". We won't be signing up for the programme.
I recall when I first realised that I needed to live with and marry this guy - it was when we could sit in silence for ages and neither of us felt uncomfortable or the need to fill the air with words. Bring a baby into that world, on your 40th birthday, and its noise noise noise from there on in. I love the little bugger to bits, well both of them really, large and small, but I do need some peace - so I am off to an art retreat in New Hampshire for 5 days, stopping over in Boston for a night on my return "because I can". Not too sure what to expect at the retreat but its 5 days when I don't have to have debates about brushing teeth; not eating meals in front of the TV, restricting the IPad. "Oh mum, please let me watch videos on the Ipad, I'll only watch inappropriate stuff, I promise".
Being a planner you'd imagine I had everything organised, but not so much this time. I booked the retreat before I knew how I would pay for it; I fly out in 2 days and I still have no firm idea how to get from Logan Airpot to a lake side in New Hampshire. The only preparations I have done is to spend 1 hour in the local thrift store buying 9 T-shirts that I will transform into a wrap; a cardigan and - get this - leg warmers! "Fame!" In the joining instructions it talks about taking your own sewing machine if you want to. I'm guessing many folks aren't flying in. I plan to get all of my stuff in one holdall, but I'll check it in rather than spend 20 minutes at security explaining the presence of knitting needles and scissors. I think they are less stringent now but better safe than sorry.
In wider news, my husband's work contract was extended another 6 months; the kittens Mogg and Dave are 7 months old now, enormous and all set for the snip in a months time. The vet talked me through the process of spaying and neutering and I did have to remind him that they are both Female, even Dave. I guess he'd have spotted that soon enough. The allotment is at full harvest. We have 32 pumpkins, a tonne of beans and Sunflowers that reach the sky. Small person went back to school this week. He loves it! Thank goodness. After a miserable first year, getting into trouble in the pursuit of "fitting in" and being sat in the corridor most days, hopefully he'll enjoy this year. Fingers and toes are crossed. (although the downside of him having a group of friends is that our house is full of screaming children every day - downside is for the introverts who like some silence sometimes. Small person loves the chaos.)
I painted a fabulous picture for the local art show, only to get distracted by my paid work, and forget to enter it before the deadline. I am thinking about joining the board of the local community farm, as they have some challenges ahead around funding and securing their future and I think I can help. Small person and I went to family yoga earlier - it was a free demo. Small person enjoyed some of it and lay on the floor sulking for other parts, especially after he stretched too far and "split his pants". We won't be signing up for the programme.
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