Super Pippi

I am alone with my family. Ever since January, it has been too busy. Me with work, school, girls more extra curricular activities than anyone can handle. Peter traveling 3 nights a week. Peter PhD crunch and then the big party and guests. So now it is time for me to collapse. Today I pretty much did nothing. Tomorrow we drive my girls and Fernando to Grand Forks to meet Theresa, where she picks them up for a week in Nelson. I am apprehensive about letting Pip go too. She seems a little young. Next Saturday Peter and I will drive down to pick the crew up again.
My mind is a little fried from this winter–long, cold, too much work, too many activities. But today is a new day and I have learned much. I am altering my course slightly with my new knowledge on improving the zen life.A new out look on preparing meals–making what I love from now on. A lot more work but perhaps the pleasure I gain from making good food will motivate me to keep cooking. As of now I have completely lost all interest in cooking. And I shall hire a maid to come weekly to mop, sweep, vacuum and do the bathrooms. What else? No more part time work while I am doing my masters. And also, I am limiting my children’s activities. They will have to choose one full time sport and one part time sport plus summer swimming and horses. And of course on musical instrument. Also, one school group. But on days when they want me to come to 3 different activities, I will make them choose one.
Saw MILK last night. Very good. Sean Penn was brilliant. It broke my heart. Why do people use the Christian church to propagate hate? To know that California reversed it’s law on gay marriage, feels so 1970’s. I saw a TV commercial used to convince voters to ban gay marriages and it was so backward–so yesterday. Wake up California! On this issue, I am proud to be Canadian.
Somehow, my brain has mastered writing. I’m not saying it’s brilliant stuff, only that writing research papers feels too easy somehow. How can it all come together so easily? I raced through dissertations–over 20 sources and wrote it up instantly. And then the editing process–I do love it. So there you have it. Writing is definitely time. A lot of time. But my mind knows instinctively what to do. I put in the time and my mind does it all for me–not a lot of struggle involved. I don’t really want to know why, or analyse it. I take it simply as a gift to enjoy–they are rare.