Published August 29, 2008
Miscellaneous , Musings
We are on the last full week of summer vacation this week. The girls head back to school on September 4th, easing into the new school year with a two day week.
This week they are in Taekwondo camp, so their days are full and they are getting loads of exercise. There is a rumour around the House of Sock that today they will do their first board breaks. I expect there will be many stories when I pick them up today.
I still have a bit of back to school shopping to do, most notably in the shoe department. Why do I always leave the shoes to the end when selection is less than optimal? It’s not like I don’t know it’s coming. Yet every year it is the last to be done. Children cannot wear flip flops until the snow flies. Yet our avoidance continues.
In addition to the summer hum of activity with the kids, things have been so very hectic at work. My office has moved locations, and a co-worker was out sick for most of the summer, so my plate has been very full there. I continue to attempt to find other positions and also continue with my less than stellar success in that department. I will spare you a list of the positions I did not get, as the list would be far too long.
I am not sure whether my mood is related to fatigue, changing seasons, or the fact that September is looking at us in the face. I feel like I need a really big nap.
What does it mean when you start hearing bagpipes before you’ve even had your morning coffee? It means you must be in the heart of Charlottetown on parade day.
Today is a holiday in town. A day off to watch a parade which celebrates a horse race. It’s a rather home-spun type of event, where a typical float is the back of a flat bed truck adorned with balloons and crape paper as participants dance, wave, and smile as the music blares. It is a part of local culture and tradition, and we go each year. My favorite part are the large helium balloons. My least favorite are the bagpipes warming up before breakfast.
With the parade ending at lunch, the girls and I had the afternoon to fill, and true to my Canada Day notion of spending time together in a coffee shop, we made a plan to take our notebooks and spend a while at a local spot we have never been, sipping a beverage, and jotting down thoughts, dreams, stories, and other great works. And blog posts too.
The children got their first fancy hot chocolate. When I suggested a topping of whipped cream they initially thought I was joking, but soon were on board. They were both impressed and amused by the beverage. We sipped on the drinks and talked for a while before pulling out our notebooks. Rainbow worked on her gratitude journal and drew for a while, Dolittle jotted notes and lists. I blogged by hand (to be transcribed later). There is something to be said for this long-hand thing. I can see how the environment and the method is condusive to creativity. I can also see how longer creative works may require solitude or the company of the less inquisitive. But it was lovely — we three, journalling together.
Sometimes bagpipes before breakfast is actually just a quirky way to start a rather wonderful day.
Published August 5, 2008
So, I was sitting there with the children, and I was cutting apart some sheets of photographs. Dolittle remarked that she was quite impressed at how well I was cutting perfectly straight lines. To which Rainbow responded…
“That’s because she’s soooo old. She’s had years and years and years of practice at this.”
Lest any compliment be going to my aged little head.