Lately

I’ve been on holiday.  For seven weeks.

Woah.  I didn’t know that till I counted up just now.  Man.  Maybe I should have been more productive.

In any case, things are carrying on in my small Vancouver life.  I’ve spent a lot of time with friends, going to movies (Thor was silly, Something Borrowed was just bad), or at home by myself getting settled in my still-newish digs.  I received another piece to the furniture puzzle – a desk – today, and there’s still arranging to be done.  But it’s working.

I’ve been having weird writing frustration lately, but I’m trying to let go of my anxiety and realize that sometimes my writing is seasonal.  And that it always comes back.  So I’m resisting the urge to clench my fist, and am instead holding everything lightly.  Life goes on.

And sometimes life involves boats, as it did this past Thursday when the fabulous Steven Galloway took us out on his sailboat.  I got to pilot for a while, like so:

I'm a sailor.

And Bowen Island, our destination, was incredibly beautiful.

The view from Bowen.

And in the strangest turn of events, I bought a bike this week!  No, I don’t quite know how to use it yet, but my good friend Andrea has promised to train me up in traffic etiquette, and I’m hoping that perhaps I can cycle to work some this summer.  Step by step, I’m earning Vancouver cred.

So, I’m thankful for this long stretch of time to myself.  Hopefully I’ve been learning, or at least relaxing, or learning that I don’t relax very well.  But I’d be willing to keep practicing.

Happy almost-summer, Vancouver.

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