There's a long row of books on the floor in front of the fire place:
The Bobbsey Twins In The Great West
The Last Chance Detectives
Biggles Flies East
I Survived The Children's Blizzard, 1888
Animal Ark Racoons On The Roof
Animal Ark Animal Ark Favorites
Taking The Reins
I Survived The Bombing of Pearl Harbor, 1941
I Survived The Great Molasses Flood, 1919
Biggles In France
Health, Safety & Manners
This is Wyatt's current list to read.
It's the last day of March in 2022, a very exciting event, as it brings spring one step closer. Large snow flakes swirl and cling to wet surfaces outdoors. Inside, Wyatt taps the window incessantly and I tap the keyboard. Pat is on his way home from Edmonton with (probably) the last load of coal for the season. Colby is at Paul's, welding today. Zach went to Delisle first thing this morning to help Jeff install cabinets at folks, then headed to Jeff's to help him on their house.
So far today, I've napped. And read a bit of Black Heals to Tractor Wheels. And done some work for Pat in the office. And drank some coffee.
Really big stuff.
But yesterday was bigger. I had a group of ladies over for coffee in the afternoon. And Colby invited the youth over for Easter practice in the evening. Both events involve food prep. Also, after school Wyatt came running in, all excited, because he had just watched Polly hatch a kitten by the back deck! We warded off the dogs with a straw broom and Wyatt fetched a plastic storage container from the garage to haul Polly and her offspring to safer grounds. Polly proceeded to 'hatch' kittens for the rest of the day in the warmth of the garage.
I have taken on a new job since we last talked. I am currently doing books for school. The first learning curve here was talking with Victoria from the Royal Bank of Canada and setting up the GRSP accounts for the teachers along with arranging online appointments for each of them, all while they were gone for in-service and I was gone to Colby's class program. What I'm trying to say, is that I don't always sit around and do nothing.
And.
I quit my writing group. And it was such a good writing group. I truly loved it. But. I couldn't do it all.
This is how I got here; to the old blog, dusty and unused.
Do I dare to dream of writing once again?
