Falling in the General Direction of Up

B3 and I tested the veracity of our 11 month relationship last week. I went to Victoria to help him with his grown up paper route. Long story, but all you need to know is he is delivering over 15,000 phone directory's to several of the communities around Victoria. That's a lot. And he's been stressed about it. So I took 5 days off from work, needing a change of pace and scenery, and said I would help. 2 Air B&B's, 976 km's of driving, 56.1 km's of walking, 97,178 steps, 1 wasp bite, 1 bloody face plant, and I delivered half of the 4,120 directory's to individual households around Langford and Colwood.  In the span of that week there were tears (mine) and some harsh words (his and mine), two fiery tempered arguments and some extended silence within the cozy confines of our rented Hyundai Elantra. The air gets heavy in there pretty quick when those tempestuous emotions fill the space. I carry the exchange with me. He expels it.  "No angry...

I tend to overthink a lot of things.  A LOT. Of things. Which is why the unexpected and unplanned are quickly becoming my favourites.  Thing is, you can't plan the unexpected. You just have to be ready to jump in with both feet when the opportunity arises.  Such was the case this past Canada Day long weekend.  B3, who, if you sit next to him at the pub or restaurant, will pepper you with questions and know your life story in 10 minutes flat. He will then introduce you to everyone who walks through the door whether he knows them or not. He's an extrovert with a gift of gab and no thought or opinion remains unsaid when you are around him.  Except when he's being shy and insecure about a person, place, or thing.  He's an enigma for sure. So let's just say, if it hadn't been for me pushing him, ever so gently, to leap onboard this unexpected opportunity, our little weekend - which likely would have been pleas...

Writing takes time. Duh. It means you have to step away from life and just do it.  That, right there, is where it gets difficult.  Full time job, B3, friends, housework, groceries, gardening, socializing, sleep - they all compete for my time. Then there's the muse. It often hits at inopportune times. Like when I'm in that grey area of surrendered consciousness right before I drift off to sleep. Or when I'm racing to pull it all together and get out the door. Oh muse...you are the cheeky little thing. Remember that Robert Munsch book - I Have to Go Pee ? Andrew's mother and father, gramma and grampa take a half hour to bundle him in a snowsuit so he can go outside to play. Ten buckles, 5 zippers and 17 snaps. Andrew threw one snowball before he cried "I HAVE TO GO PEE!"  They quickly pick him up, tearing away the layers and race him to the bathroom because his urgent pronouncement is imminent and can't be denied.  It's the same thing...