Monday, February 10, 2014
Family Day without Family. . .
Gratuitous favourite Paris photo -- nothing to do with this post except that I hope it might please you!
Today is a statutory holiday here in British Columbia and, in fact, in much of Canada -- this Monday was designated Family Day a few years ago, and we've been enjoying a February long weekend ever since. Given the holiday's name, it's probably horrid of me to tell you why I'm enjoying today so much, but I'm going to 'fess up: I'm very happy because I've got the house to myself, all day long! Pater's in Vancouver for work (he's on an international committee that seems not to have got the memo about the holiday! ) so no one will know if I stay in my pj's all day long or watch six episodes of The Good Wife back to back. . . In fact, I have quite a bit to get done today, but I'll be able to talk crazy-talk to myself while doing it and no one will here.
Mind you, I also enjoyed the company of family this weekend. Paul's company, of course, but we also had a daughter visiting, and that was great. So amusing and gratifying, actually, to see what a family of readers we are, the three of us curled up in the livingroom much of the weekend with our books or newspaper. We weren't couch potatoes the whole time, though. She and her dad headed to town for a yoga class while I had a fabulous 21+km run -- in solidarity with three of my sisters who were running the Palm Springs Half Marathon.
Even with the company, I managed to get most of my marking done (only three essays to read this morning), but I left most of the prep for today. It will be vying for attention, though, with another important project -- today is the day I hope to steek the Kate Davies Rams and Yowes blanket I've been knitting forever. Cutting through a piece of knitting, praying that the reinforcement holds, that the yarn's sticky enough, that the whole damn thing doesn't instantly begin to unravel -- I've only done this once before, and there's room for considerable anxiety and drama. . .
I'd also planned a run for today. It's snowing heavily at the moment, however, so that item on the list might have to be replaced by reading for an additional hour. Never say I'm not flexible. . . .
Now it's time for those essays, although I may just sit by the fire (I had it crackling away by 5:45 -- one of those simple pleasures, getting a fire going, don't you think?) and watch the sunrise greet the snowfall. . . .
What does your day hold in store?