It’s been such a neat week, on so many levels. I’m home right now, curled up with a hot cup of lemon and honey, allowing the last of the weekend (yours, not mine—it’s only Wednesday in my schedule) to whisper past me on its way into Monday.
It’s also been a hard week—friends of mine encountered great loss, work was sometimes long and I’ve been kinda tired.
But every day was all mine, sketched upon the pages of my life in brilliance and with passion. Here’s a bit of a look back at the week:
Some Things I Loved:
- Probably the highlight of my week was watching James and his teammates win COSSA rugby this past Wednesday. I’ve probably said it a thousand times, but when that boy runs, it’s like watching art in motion.
- Thunderstorms. It’s that time of year when Spring and Summer duke it out, and where the heat of day inevitably turns into an explosion of rain and storminess by late afternoon or evening.
- Sitting here, this very instant, with the winds picking up, blowing the curtains into a frenzy, carrying in the scent of rain on the air.
- Feta cheese. Tomatoes. Cucumbers.
- Learning Spanish. Pretty much everyone who works with me speaks Spanish, and since they’re probably sick of my pretend-Spanish (much better, by the way, than my Sweedish Chef Icelandic), they’re teaching me some real Spanish. I’ll let you know…
- Lately, I’ve been having really crazy dreams. I suspect it’s because I’m working hard on linear things that involve (ack!) spreadsheets and numbers, and my rest of my brain sits around waiting all day, so when I get to bed, it just starts jumping on the bed all night. I really like having active dreams. The dream I had on Thursday night made me very happy all day Friday (I’ll just cut and paste my Facebook status) there was someone in my kitchen this morning, making me pancakes or waffles or something, and when I came out of bed all messy-haired and such, they were all, “good morning, darling…” but when they turned around, it was Conan O’Brien in like a 50s housewife apron and pearls. Anyhow, they tasted delicious and I’m pretty much sad as get all that it was only a dream…
- The Boys of Summer descended on my home last night and congregated in The Basement. Among such things as random debates regarding acceptable racial slurs, something about a shattered lightbulb and, unrelated, the sudden shout of “I can’t feel my eyes!” came the sweetest moment of my week—somewhere around midnight or so, the oddly resonant chorus of Aerosmith’s “Don’t Want to Miss a Thing”… Perhaps more “odd” than “resonant”, but one of those great moments when a song comes on the stereo and everyone immediately sings along.
So, while they were singing (and adding words, and randomly smacking one another), I drifted off to sleep to the lyrics “don’t wanna close my eyes, don’t want to fall asleep ’cause I’d miss you…”
Some Things I Didn’t So Much Love:
- Unspeakable grief came upon friends of mine this week. My heart cringes in pain for them each time I think of the tragedy they’re walking through. In light of that, I am gonna skip this part, this week. Whatever petty and somewhat funny nuisances pop up in my life right now, it’s nothing compared to the sorrow they are trudging through.
Some Things I Am Looking Forward To:
- Well, topping the list is ye olde final rugby tournament. It’s a three-day extravaganza, which leads me to the next thing on my list:
- Travel. AND….
- So, this week, I’m away for three days (don’t attempt to rob me while I’m gone, as someone’s staying at my house and she’s, well, mean). Anyhow, as I was driving to work earlier this week, listening to CBC radio, I heard a piece about a website called airbnb.com. Simply put, “Airbnb is a social website that connects people who have space to spare with those who are looking for a place to stay”.
Wikipedia, site of great knowledge and cut&pastery, reports it thus: The company is an online service that provides a platform for individuals referred to as “hosts”, generally private parties, to rent unoccupied living space and other short-term lodging to guests.
I was curious about the site, so, when James’ team won this past week, and I found out that we’d be traveling for the finals, I decided to check it out. I’ve since found a really neat couple in the city I’m traveling to who have a cute little space available for me to stay for a few days (James will be staying at the university dorm, I’ll be staying with, as a friend exclaimed today, “The Strangers”).
I’m really quite excited about it—other friends have told me about some great experiences they’ve had getting to know new people, experiencing new cities or neighbourhoods and also, saving some money on hotel bills.
And, in the interest of safety and all such things, my giant son and his fellow giant rugby and football playing pals will be just down the street. 🙂
I assured the renters that I’m not a psycho axe murderer, or well, any kind of axe murderer at all.
I think they feel good having that clarified.Along with that, there are some other great forward-looking things my heart is gazing at:
- Seeing my lovely Chanel perform in the play that she’s been working so hard at.
- Finding some time on a warm afternoon to laze in the long grass while giant clouds float overhead.
- Seeing (I hope) an old friend or two while I’m away this week.
- Bed. All that singing last night may have lulled me to sleep, but morning seemed to arrive more quickly than I’d expected.
And on that note, I’ll leave you without any pictures this week, as I’m sleepy, and the promise of an update from my travels!
© don’t steal and for crying out loud, quote me correctly this time 🙂