WriteOut of Her Mind

If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. Since our move to the country, I’ve…

Well, now I’ve done it. I’ve dived in head-first into the pool and I have no idea how to swim these shark-infested waters, but I assure you, victory (at least in my personal pool) is all mine. Game on.

Maybe it’s the country life, but I feel I have come a long way in terms of my personal phobias of some of nature’s creatures that I have encountered this summer. 

Summer, I’m not ready to say goodbye to you, yet. Give me just a little more time, please. 

One thing I wasn’t prepared for when we moved from town to the countryside was just how vast and fascinating the sky would become for me. And when I’m still enough to take it all in, it offers an opportunity for a big-sky perspective on life. There’s always time for that.

This summer has been amazing, but it’s the longest season I’ve gone without live music and I’ve got the itch to hear loud rock’n roll performed on a big stage to a massive crowd singing along. 

I don’t think it’s fair, but for reasons that are obvious to everyone but me, I’m not allowed to use power tools. 

The answer to the age-old question, “how much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?” is three cords. 

I’ve not seen the new Barbie movie, but I’m enjoying the hype around it. So much pink. So much nostalgia. So much Ryan Gosling. 

I’m on the other side of my July birthday now, which gave pause for reflection on the year that passed. So much change, but with it, so much growth.

I wouldn’t have put “run from cows” on my list of life challenges I’d like to experience, but suffice it to say, I have now experienced the sheer panic that comes from trying to out-run cows.

Welcome to the sexiest season on the Canadian calendar: summer. 

My closest friends will tell you there is nothing I like more than finding the right song with the right lyrics for the right moment and sharing it with them. 

If you weren’t at the Fergus Fall Fair’s Breakfast on the Farm event last weekend, put it on your calendar for next year. 

The white lace curtains that hung over the window overlooking my desk were moving slowly, in and out, as if breathing.