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Me taken right now…at the Rotary Centre for the Arts as I wait for Tabs to finish choir practice. Don’t I look like a whole lot of fun?<\/div>\n
I don’t look nearly as rough as I feel though.<\/div>\n
\u00a0It has been a difficult January. Can a January be anything else in Canada? How much more winter–short cloudy days and long, cold and black nights–can a human being endure each year? And I know as a Canadian I am spoiled–The Okanagan Valley being one of the warmest climates in Canada.<\/div>\n
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I want to talk and meet with a friend I haven’t seen in awhile yet all I have is her phone number. Why is it that I freeze at a phone number, yet can’t stop my fingers from typing in an email address—even when I probably should? (I have a tendency to become addicted to digital communication).<\/div>\n
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I find my mind becoming very restless–wanting escape. Physical escape to an exotic location or mental escape through some new and exciting friendship. When neither seems to develop, one is in for a bad case of the January Blues. Especially when one is finished writing all the fun stuff and is faced with endless days of editing a thesis manuscript…<\/div>\n
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\u00a0This morning was rough. I sliced my hand very deep on a broken glass and then forgot Pip had a field trip–took her to school to find it empty, raced home to re-read newsletter and find field trip address, sped through town to get her to the bakery on time. Then Tabs had forgotten a huge bag of heavy text books at home and I had to deliver that to her at school. I tried to work on my thesis but my mind is a mess and I managed only an hour \ud83d\ude41<\/div>\n
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Started an instructional design class at UBC last evening–for grad students. 4 students total. Me and 3 young Arab engineer male students–fresh from Dubai, Iran etc.\u00a0<\/div>\n
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\u00a0Peter is so lucky to be escaping to Egypt next month and a quick stop in York, UK.\u00a0<\/div>\n
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Where should I go, what should I do? I can think of a Buddhist retreat, a realism painting workshop or a writing fiction workshop. But it has to be international calibre. I have enough air-mile points to go anywhere Alaska Air flies.\u00a0<\/div>\n
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Despite my brain feeling like a bag of marbles left in the freezer–weird I know, but it actually describes how I feel at the moment–I have a very busy week left. Tomorrow I start another Zumba class, Friday a going away party\/dance for Peter’s boss who is retiring from UBC, Saturday Tabs Birthday party sleepover with bowling, movie etc, Sunday Mist and Tabs audition for a local play. They have to bring a prepared song, but so far I have not heard either of them sing a note! But with 3 children and a dog, I cannot police every activity they choose to do.\u00a0<\/div>\n
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Was planning Sizzling Corpse yoga tonight but I really need to get out and do something more exciting. I have emailed Peter to suggest we go out once I bring Tabs home.\u00a0<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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