Meanwhile, the post that I've been trying to write for a week is STILL not completed, and I suspect your interest in my Ottawa/Montreal meet-ups must be waning. I'm trying to balance my commitment to promises I've made here with my own need for writing freedom. And the post-moving fatigue is giving way to the exhaustion that results from doing too much (fun stuff!) in our new environment. . .
Plus, if you'll permit one more whine, all of this is happening right when I've got more new visitors streaming through (coming to see what I wore, sent by Sue ), and I wish I were better dressed, being more amusing, offering more scintillating perspectives, in order to convince them to join our conversation. . .
Because I know I'll get back on track very soon. Might even figure out a way to take decent What I Wore photos again, in this new space. . . Might sort out how to channel some of my Instagram energy over this way (because that platform seems to suit my current moods better for the moment). .
Until I get my blogging energies and rhythms sorted, though, you might like to know that in my life off the screen, we're adjusting quite happily to an urban lifestyle. This weekend, besides the two separate overnight baby-sitting gigs, I also managed to
1. See Finding Dory with a seven-year-old (and Pater). Highly recommended, especially the seven-year-old part.
3. Pedal with Pater on my first urban cycle of the year, first of what I know will be many (we're biking again today).
And the fun continues -- we've got tickets for a concert tonight, part of a great lineup of Vancouver Jazz Festival performances. . . a friend's coming to town this week, and there are lunch plans. . . and I think Pater and I might make some forays into some furniture and design stores, just daydreaming about how to feather our new nest. . . .
What about you? Are you easing into the week? Easing into the summer? Easing out of one mood and easing into another? Ease. . . . Transitions . . . Ease. . . .Hmmmm, let's chat. . .