It was a busy weekend. There was so much work to get done and we also wanted to make sure that we found time for play with the kids so we split our time – Saturday for fun, Sunday for work.
On saturday we went uptown to the Buskers on the Boardwalk festival for about two hours. It was great, just as good as last year when we were newbies to the city. Then we left and drove half an hour to the west to New River Beach and the sandcastle competition. It’s such a beautiful beach, but the popularity of the comptetiton meant that we had to park an half hour’s walk from the beach. In a part of the country that doesn’t often see Ontario-worthy hot weather in the summer, the day was sweltering. It’s pretty amusing how fast we have all gotten accustomed to summer meaning mid-to high twenties, instead of low to mid thirties.
However, the high heat meant that the Bay was just perfect for walking along the water. Kathryn was so hot that she just went all the way in, in her shorts and t-shirt, not caring that we didn’t bring our bathing suits. We left the beach after checking out some of the amazing creations and went home to jump in our pool.
As soon as we got home and changed, I noticed the burn. I am so burnt. My first in a long time. My face, my shoulders (my shoulder blades are killing me) and a good sized portion of my chest. That’s what I get for being out for so long in the hottest part of the day, in a tank top, with no sun screen on.
After a good couple of hours in the pool, we ate a late dinner and went back uptown for the night performances at the festival. The fire show in the dark was especially incredible.
My YouTube link isn’t working at the moment, so take a minute afterwards and go there, type in “A different spin, buskers on the boardwalk” and take a look. Great performance.
In our house here, there is a small bedroom upstairs that I had been using as my ‘studio’. My writing desk, my sewing stuff, a couple of book shelves. It was my creative space. Only, since I threw my back out in late January, I haven’t really been using it. But, all things change and evolve and so has space in our house.
In a week, Keisha is coming home from a month long stay in Ontario at our old house, getting it ready to sell. Liam is also coming back to live with us here in New Brunswick, as things didn’t go quite the way he’d hoped for living on his own in Ontario. So, we suddenly need that room freed up for a bedroom. Which means, out comes all my stuff.
Aislinn, my 16 year old, and the two younger kids have been great the last couple of weeks working on getting some of the stuff organized, packed up and moved during the day. But on Sunday, we all put in a concentrated effort to get it all down stairs into what will be my new space.
It’s in the basement, but the spot is warm, bright and nice. My writing desk is right by a window, my favourite spot to have it. It’s quiet enough and away from the rest of the house enough that I just know it’s going to be a really productive space.
I guess what I’m ranting about is this: changes are inevitable. They’re going to happen whether you like it or not. They can mean anything from moving to a new province, to bringing back home a kid who has lived on his own for a year. It could be making time for some play mixed in with work and it could be simply sitting and watching your kids who are no longer little splash and play in the ocean.
As long as I remember that in the midst of all this change there is always the opportunity to make time for enjoyment. For relaxation. For writing. For my family. For me.