Balance

I’m always struggled with balance. Trying to fit exercise, work, family, marriage, friends, motherhood, housework, dogs, volunteer responsibilities, garden, and hobbies (to list but a few) into a twenty-four hour day feels more like a labour of Hercules than a task for an ordinary mortal, most days. (Of course, I’m guessing that Hercules also didn’t…

Stormy

We’ve had three storms in a week, for a total of 65cm in the past 8 days. (That’s 25.5″ for those of you of the Imperial Forces.) Three days of being trapped inside an increasingly small house and I feel a little like a pinball inside a machine, ricocheting off the four walls and scoring…

The gift of giving of gifts

I’ve been wanting to write this post for some time, but have been struggling with a way of presenting it that does not seem to be directed personally at anyone to whom I have ever given a gift or from whom I have received one. If you fit one of these categories, please assume that…

Where did she go?

I apologize for the flurry of posts followed by silence. I’ve been chugging away at work and juggling family stuff (Katherine’s eighth birthday is this week which means cakes, parties and dragons, oh my!) and trying to make it all fit together in-between seemingly endless amounts of snow. You wouldn’t think that snow could have…

The Postman Cometh

(Actually, the postman dropped something off at the local post office. We don’t get door-to-door delivery in these parts.) Last night I got an email notice that there was a package waiting for me at the post office. This would normally be a reason to cheer, after all, who doesn’t like getting packages, especially those…

Oasis

I had not realized exactly how much I relied on my morning ritual. Each day, after everyone else has left the house, I have a second cup of coffee, take a look at my day’s work and plan how I’m going to approach it. There’s a meditative deliberateness to this time; it’s a way in…

Turned off the ringer. I’m not home.

I spent the whole morning in a gnarly (and not in the upbeat, California surfer sense) meeting at the Craft Council this morning and came home and seriously thought about crawling into bed with good chocolate, strong liquor, Advil and a friendly book. Most meetings are good ones, but this one was three hours long,…

Reboot

I’m still not sure exactly what happened to me this winter. A part of me would like to slough what I perceive as my lack of professional progress off on some variation on seasonal affective disorder. Another part of  me would be happy to chaulk it up to creative and emotional collapse that follows a…

Sanity possibly returning

The portion of my sanity which is in some way affiliated with having had enough sleep has been granted a temporary reprieve. Thanks to Mom, who came over Friday morning and played with Katherine so that I could sleep AND who brought supper. We ate better and survived. Thanks to Heather, Bob, Jean and Eleanor…

The amazing insomniac lawyer gives up sleeping for Lent

Actually, since last Lent. We’re well beyond 40 days now. For the past year or so, John has only slept in three-hour spates.  Sometimes he sits bolt upright in a panic, fearing being late for work or forgetting something. Sometimes he wakes up and raises himself slowly to loom over me so that he could…

Fallow

Over the past few weeks I’ve been doing markedly less of the studio hands-on portion of my job and a great deal more of the paperwork, proposals and organisation aspect. This is normally not the part of my job that I prefer, but recently I’ve been taking a rather strange pleasure in it. Most artists…

oh the pain.

After burning the entire inside of your your mouth, your tongue and your lips rather badly and finally managing to get the agony to subside enough to finish some portion your lunch (but not before inadvertently whacking yourself on the head three times with two cupboard doors and a chair), the very last thing you…