The post that isn’t the post that was

I’ve been neglecting my writing group lately. I’m in the “does this book really need to be written” stage of writing my book and so I haven’t written a word in months. Last night I went to the Waterloo launch of my friend Tanis MacDonald’s new book, Mobile (published by the wonderful Book*hug), and I checked in to see if we were all still meeting in the same place, same time. “We are,” she said meaningfully, “and we’ve missed you.”

So I went today. I went, and although I did not write my book, I spent two hours doing a module of #My Blog School and crafting a blog about things I love, things that all seemed to happen on one day this week. I thought that was a good angle to take, sort of like Ian McEwan’s Saturday. Sort of. It had links, it had photos, it had a damn video. And then I lost it. I’d like to blame WordPress, but honestly I think I did it to myself. At one point I switched over to my phone, and later, after having finished the blog on my laptop, somehow saved the phone draft, which was only the first quarter of the post.

So you’ve got this post instead. This post that doesn’t say much of anything except that I poured my heart and soul into that other post and I can’t bear to try and recreate it. I was in a pissy mood when I arrived at the studio, but there’s nothing like sweating through trying to hold eagle pose with a bit of extra internal rotation in your top leg to take you out of your head. And that’s just one of the reasons that yoga is one of the things I love.

On vaycay

I thought I would blog more while I was out here but as it turns out babies are a going concern!

This has been my view for the last week, and I love it! Living two provinces away from my grandson is hard, and I know there will be tears (from me) when I leave tomorrow.

The last time I was here he was brand new and in the NICU, which was stressful for all, especially my son and daughter-in-law, who made numerous trips daily into the city to be with him.

Six months later he’s hale and hearty, and our visit has been filled with lazy days and lots of snuggles. We’ve visited the cabin, seen the first autumn snowfall, swum in the healing waters of Manitou springs with the Watrous family, and just hung out on the couch laughing and bonding over episodes of RuPaul’s Drag Race.

Daxton feels like a miracle to me, like he’s the only baby in the world. I’ll be super sad to leave him, but I’m cheered by the possibilities of technology. He’s old enough now to recognize my voice and face, and I see many long-distance chats in our future.

For today, however, you can find us snuggling up for one last day.