Wednesday, so scorching hot we could hardly breathe. Thursday, temperate. Today, so wet and chilly that I turned on the furnace. That is something of a record, that huge a switch in temperature in 48 hours. Welcome to Canada.
I am so immersed in my volunteer activities, it’s a miracle I get any work done at all. And many days, I don’t. I’m writing a speech to give next weekend at the 25th anniversary of my son’s high school, and another for a talk in October, with Powerpoint, in Fairfax, Virginia, plus arranging that trip. I’m finding speakers for the English conversation group, setting up a meeting about our Xmas Eve pageant Babe in the Barn, and spent the whole morning making lists of possible speakers for next year’s Creative Non-fiction conference. I have to stop saying yes. Repeat after me: NO. Sorry. I have work to do.
This is a good time for me to do other stuff, though, with the manuscript floating about in two different places. Waiting for the no. Real writers would be starting their next book. I’m making lists of real writers to invite to our conference. And picking the basil in the garden that has to be cooked now, which is the only time I went outside all day. Didn’t move all day. Sat here emailing constantly. Bad.
I did cook a delicious Japanese eggplant with garlic and basil dish, however, and spent a delightful hour delving into the file box of my son’s life for material for the talk at his school. Did spend a great hour talking to him and eating a superb omelette he cooked for us both, on a quick visit to his old mum. It’s a busy busy life, and I would not change a single thing. Except the presidents of the United States and North Korea – those I would definitely change. Particularly because, as a reminder of what can go wrong on our planet, Hilary Clinton was in town yesterday.
Speaking of being in town – the Invictus Games for wounded veterans have been going on all week here, and for sheer joy, how about this picture of the audience for wheelchair basketball? Two of the most adorable manspreading men on the planet side by side. And I’m not talking about Joe Biden, though he’s not bad either. What I would like to say is: good job, mothers of these fine men. You done good. (Though truly, look at room taken up by the women’s legs and the men’s. Vive la difference!)