So it's Friday already and I can't believe how quickly this week has flown by! What a weird cornucopia of weather. It's been interesting from and educational point of view in that Angeni got to participate in a public school concert and then also in the Kiwanis music festival. Both bands she participates in scored gold for the high school level competition. She is the percussionist and has only played the drums since the end of February, so this astonishes me.
I call this the "end" of the week, but it really isn't for Brian and me. Our work week is intensively centred on weekends and usually Monday & Tuesday. We take our so-called days off on Wednesday and Thursday... well, sometimes, maybe. This week was different because I am recovering from a virus. Not a cold, or anything like that - this was something I haven't really experienced personally. It threw off my sleep and I ache from head to toe. So I endeavoured to do more correspondence, lots of cooking and took a couple of naps during the week. The bug is buggering off, steadily. I am grateful that it forced me to slow down a wee bit.
As I prepare for psychospiritual development class on Saturday night, I'm impressed by the evolvement of the students. Most are very gung-ho and eager to take in the knowledge. I realize not all of them will hang a shingle and offer services, but most are interested in this for their own advancement, their deepening of their own spiritual connection to source. I admire this - and it keeps me on my toes. Some aspects of development will never change - standing to work is pretty much set in stone. Yet, the equipment is leading me on a journey of discovery that I hope keeps me fresh and current. I have more quipment in a re-purposed camera bag than we ever did in an entire lab! Learning the software is also something I need help wrapping my head around. Sound analysis software is fairly comprehensive and easy to use, but the Kinex type of software is beyond me - for now. I will grasp it with a bit more time. I won't give up my days off though... too precious.
The daffodils, hyacinth, snow drops and crocuses are all beginning to bloom. I love this time of year... The hyacinths are in a bed coveing the graves of my cats Nonny and Bob. Zuna Piggles rests out at the edge of the property, and her grave gets covered in wiid flowers. Hopefully this late-April snow gives up soon and we get that real spring weather again. We did get a taste of it once already. Brian finds his workshop qite cold this time of year. The propane is gone and the tank is being removed next week because we can't afford to heat the shop. We only ever did heat it to 10 degrees, so that his paints and varnishes didn't freeze. This is reality. But, he is braving it out there this afternooon for a bit. It's only 5 degrees today, but the workshop is quite well insulated.
The local community is celebrating the 400th anniversary of the arrival of Samual Champlain with an epic, multi-day play. It's being performed in an outdoor arena. There are hundreds of people involved - I don't know where they will get hundreds of people from this tiny village, but whatever... The rehearsals have gone on for days, and the bass thump of their sound system rolls through the village. I won't be attending...
We're getting out the seeds and preparing them for planting. My favourite are the calendula seeds - they look like shrunken brown bananas. Brian is designing feather boxes and the raised bed planters for the deck. I can't get down on my knees to plant, and walking is difficult with my back issues, so raised beds will be delightful. This is the first spring in the last 4 that he's felt well enough (post-surgeries) to aggressively prepare for planting... it's precious time doing something we love and I am grateful.
Well, have a wonderful weekend. Blessings, Kathryn