Up in the clouds

We are currently in Exorcist central, out here on the west coast of BC.

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The fog rolled in last Friday, and since then we’ve been completely socked in, up to our eyeballs in mysterious mist.

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Every so often we are tantalized with a small sliver of blue sky, but before we have a chance to relish in its splendor, the fog rolls back in, engulfing us all.

Tonight M and I are wrapped in our comfiest clothes, sitting close the fire. He is doing work and I am reading one of the most brilliant, beautiful, and hilarious poignant pieces of YA I have ever read.

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Please, please check out: The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie.

You will not regret it.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in gloom:

Dinner parties.

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Nerd nights.

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Roses.

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Winter walks.

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What did each one of you get up to for the weekend?

I want to hear all about it, as I wait for this fog to lift.

A neighbourly day in this beautywood

I cried when I arrived home from work yesterday.

I felt so completely knackered – both emotionally and physically, and I just couldn’t stop the tears from coming.

And honestly, when you’re at that point, why even bother trying to keep them in?

You always feel a heck of a lot better after a good cry. (Or at least I do.)

I have this really bad habit of wanting to do so many things, and do them all perfectly, that I drive myself to exhaustion. And instead of working on keeping this in check, I blithely bop along, operating at warp speed, until I find myself weeping over my chesterfield (or my ottoman.)

Mr. M was pretty darn concerned and suggested we go for a walk around our neighbourhood as a means of getting out of our heads, of letting go of the day.

I was more than happy at the thought of scampering about in the late afternoon sunshine.

Especially because we live in an absolutely stunning area of New West.

Ch-ch-check it:

Garden gate.

Lamp post.

Ducks.

Legs.

Cat.

Tree.

Duck, redux.

And wouldn’t you know, the tears stopped.

Seriously, there is nothing better than the sun and a spring breeze to help you see the forest for the trees.

(The Importance of Being Earnest available on Netflix may have also had something to do with this. And NYT crossword books. And Japanese candy that the beautiful Alissa gifted me from her recent rip to Tokyo.)

How do unwind after a particularly trying day?

Let’s go for a walk and you can tell me all about it.