People went back to work today. The nip of fall is in the air. Night is falling earlier. Must be the end of August.
What a summer. Fires. Drought. Days of endless heat. Vaccinations nowhere near where they need to be. Border still closed t Canadians. Delta virus surging. Saskatoon a current hit spot and we have more cases in the city than we ever had.
Fucking endless.
My constant battle is how much to open myself up to. Been home and to the lake three times. Have registered for a painting and a glass class. I’m scheduled to begin tutoring after Thanksgiving. I’m reticent to begin singing again, but it is on the docket.
Living vs existing vs just being alive. How to balance? I just don’t know.
I best decide cause it’s gonna be another year living like this, and winter is coming soon. I’ve abandoned plans and hopes of San Diego once again, but maybe Vancouver Island in January. I find it so hard to make any sort of long term plans.
Bill’s wedding in two weeks. So nervous about mixing with all the strangers.
This is NOT where I had hoped we would be. I shudder to think of what is yet to come before we can consider this episode in time as “the past”. I feat it won’t be any time soon.
Thankful for these reconnections over the summer, as well as a few hours with Mona who was home with the family for a wedding. Silver linings...
