Tonight I am cooking a romantic dinner for two that has absolutely nothing to do with my dog. It’s not just dinner. It’s a romantic dinner. For two. It has been approximately one year and two months since I last did that. In the meanwhile, I’ve cooked romantic dinners for friends, romantic dinners for families, and just plain dinners for two sans romance. Tonight is romantic. And I’m cooking. For those of you who don’t understand the significance of this, you must note that I was born with an over-developed nurturing bone. The easiest and clearest way I know how…
I tend to write more when I’m angsty or blue or distressed. That is most certainly not the case this last week. It might have a lot to do with the seasonal shift. It might have a lot to do with something else. It might have a lot to do with my fabulous job. At any rate, I don’t want to be a one-note blogger, so I’m making an effort to write from this currently very happy place… Today I happened upon this while eating some fiercely delicious leftover pizza concocted by my dear friend Joshua Hind. It made me…
When the light is pure and clear, and the sky an unmatched blue,I walk in silent woods, I squish softly over the gently yielding earth,The newly-supple earth made wet and heady from the thaw. I breathe, slowly, tentatively. That ever-present hand rests gently against my chest,(to steady me? to ready me? to still me in my tracks?)I breathe deeper, and this hand, this halter slips through me. My eyes crinkle against the return of the sun, but I cannot, I will not shield them.The winter has been so long, and so dark, that the crisp, golden glow is welcomeA friend…
I am a bloated, anxious, pre-menstrual mess right now, and as luck would have it, I have a date tonight. So what’s a girl to do? After three outfit changes, I found something that’s cute, in a flattering colour, that doesn’t make me feel like a street vendor sausage ready to burst out of it’s casing. It’s fairly shapeless, and has a plunging neckline, so I can at least work my swollen boobs in my favour. This does nothing to change the fact that I will spend a good chunk of the evening feeling like Jabba the Hut. Do men…
Arthur and I went walking in the park. This activity is my one of my favourite things, and it is best done just Arthur and I. We notice things together; smells, sounds, new stirrings in the forest. The weather was extraordinary on this particular romp. Crisp, but clear. Not a cloud in the sky. Everywhere smelled like Spring. Arthur loves me the most when he is free to roam, and to sniff things. My heart felt happy, and hopeful, and fairly certain that this last year has been one of the most important. On the way out of the park,…
