To New Beginnings

Often at this point of time in the summer, I'm feeling depressed. I look at the glass as half empty, the summer as half over. This summer, though, is different.

July has been a very busy month. Our family spent the first two weeks in beautiful British Columbia. Then, #3 had a dance daycamp in our home city on the third week. And last week, I took him to Calgary to a different dance camp. We spent the week with my aunt and uncle. As wonderful as it was to reconnect with family I hadn't seen in a while, it felt so good to get home at the end of the week.

And - this summer - August is full of possibilities. It's so nice to have all that pesky travelling over with. Now I can concentrate on little projects, field trips with the kids, and some plain, simple R & R.

I feel as if my summer is just beginning!

Out of the Loop

It's been so long since I've written.

I'm sure no one will read this. I feel as if I'm starting all over again.

And in many ways I am.

I've enjoyed the lack of commitment over the past months. I mean - really - should a hobby be a demand on one's life?

I already have a sufficient number of demands. Really.

Still, I've missed the online interaction. I always considered my readers close personal friends, even though I had met very few of them personally.

Well, I'm hoping to join the community of the blogosphere once again - if you'll have me.

I hope to re-enter the loop.

All is Fine

All is fine in our lives.

Christmas was wonderful. It was chaotic...but wonderful. There's this unbearable lightness of being one feels watching children open their stockings.

"He knew! He knew! How did he know?!" exclaimed #3 as he tore through his stocking items. And I concur. Just how did Santa know exactly what little things #3 wanted? He really must have spies.

Routine has set in once again. Life is busy at school. My debate team is hosting a tournament on Thursday, and performance nights for the musical I'm helping direct will be mid-February.

#1 did not make the basketball team at his school, but has stepped up to offer to help the coach as team manager. He's eager to be in the loop, even if he can't make it in the hoop.

#2 will be eleven years old on Wednesday. Time flies so fast once you have kids. Is it the zombieism from lack of sleep or is it that time's effects show so much more on kids? Just why does the very act of giving birth seem to put the entire rest of your life on fast forward?

Main Man is brutally busy at work. He goes back to the office just about every evening after supper to work on his current project. Huge deadline toward the end of the month. Then hopefully he can catch up on his life.

Nothing much more to add. We keep putting one foot in front of the other. It seems to keep us heading in the right direction.