The weather has finally turned and spring is in the air. I spent the day out yesterday walking downtown and finding little park benches to sit on and enjoy the sun and a good book. the city definitely comes alive in the summer – yesterday there were tons of people out on the paths jogging and walking their dogs. I wish I had a dog sometimes…but then I remember that you still have to walk them when it’s -40 outside. Maybe I’ll stick with fish. A beta fish that swims round and round in a tiny bowl and doesn’t really require much aside from some food every couple of days. A sign that I can’t handle too much commitment. Tonight I went out walking again – I think we did 2km. So much fun…and useful. 2km should be enough to burn off cake right?
Today I painted for the first time in a year too. It felt good to go at it again. I feel like my creative juices are running again after a long time. Part of spring arriving is the restlessness that comes with it. I always feel this way at this time of year. Maybe it’s because everything seems to be in a state of renewal, including me.
Maybe I can finally convince someone to go camping with me this year. D invited me last year to go with him and some friends but he is a boy and I was like what are you nuts? Do you want me to get run out of town by my people?
I miss the little ones – especially this little face…
I’ve been watching a good number of British movies lately – catch The Baker if you can. It’s worth it.
I’m reading The Heart is a Lonely Hunter (I didn’t realize the church of Oprah had chosen it too, which is a good thing because I probably would have avoided it) and Sugar: A bitterweet history. The first I am enjoying so far, the second is okay – the subject matter is interesting but it’s not very well written.
And I am going to see if I can score this from the library at school – I don’t know if my passwords are still working. It looks really interesting.