Tap. Tap…….Tap. Is this thing on?
London is melting and I’m sweltering along side it. All week long I have been simmering on constant heat and all I can think about is wanting to apologise to onions anytime I attempted to caramelise them, because this is how they must have felt. Constant heat. Scathing heat. Suffocating heat. London is going through a heat wave and even train tracks are buckling under the solar pressure. I’m ready for rain. Or a blizzard. I miss being forced to wear a parka. Lumberg thinks I’m sashaying into early menopause.
Spring in London had been delayed but now we are making up for lost time. I spent the greater part of spring prepping our terraces for warmer weather that I wasn’t sure was ever going to arrive. I bought flowers and potted them in pots, scrubbed the floors on the terraces, purchased furniture, arranged said furniture and my personal favourite, used my water hoses to spray the insect loiters off my doors and corners of my terraces. I have never been shy in sharing my significant spider-phobia so if you wander central London and see a lady standing on her terrace, using the highest pressure on her garden hose to spray down her walls and if she is particularly persistent in one particular corner where a certain spider just won’t leave his post, that’s me. It’s like I am the Big Bad Wolf and he is the Clever Third Pig who built his web-house from bricks. I can’t spray the web or him off. Despite being impressed with nature’s resilience, it ticks me right off. But it’s ok, you can wave to me. I may look crazy because from your vantage point I am constantly spraying in an empty corner at an imaginary tree, but I assure you, the Spider Pig is there.
Sadly, this summer, I won’t have the chance to experience the looming risk of snow in summer months that technically always exists in Canada as I am not making a pilgrimage journey home this July or August. We are staying on this side of the Atlantic and will be going on a wee little family trip here alone. We have rented a car and will be driving up one side of the UK, and coming back down the other. I get jiggy just thinking about being away for 21 days and having some relaxing time with the clan. It’s been such a busy year and it’s incredible to think Mr. July is staring at me from my calendar already. (I joke-we include the kids in far too many decisions and hence Mr. July is a dinosaur as the calendar was picked by Little Miss Stubborn and the Albino Hulk). The kids have been swamped with school and their extra curricular activities AND their social life. They are busy little beings who are morphing into big people right before my very eyes. Their life is so different to mine when I was 5 or 7, but that’s ok and how it’s supposed to be. Lumberg has been consuming far too much coffee to keep up with his work, and me, I pile lots on my social plate and then suffer social indigestion. Yet, I don’t stop. Not sure I ever will because it’s all too much fun.
School starts up for me again in August. I ended school in May and I must say, I welcomed the break with open arms. I had all these missions and goals I wanted to accomplish by the end of June and here it is, July 1st, and I am only now wiping the dust off this blog. Ditto on updating my resume, as well as cleaning out my photos on my computer and backing up files. Always something to do and never enough time. You know the drill. In May, my sister and her boyfriend came to visit, as did my in-laws. I got side-swiped with a nasty flu which evolved to a cold and then it jumped ship and infected Lumberg, who suffered a burst ear drum from the congestion. We went to Edinburgh to renew our vows in light of our 11th wedding anniversary, and that was heaps of fun because the kiddos wrote our new vows for us. I also went to Madrid for a reunion of moms I met in marvellous Milan. The weekend was wondrous and made me feel years younger and proved to be way more powerful than any youth-preserving facial cream one can find on any store shelf. We dined, drank, and danced until the rising sun began it’s next shift all weekend long and such a break felt simply boombastic.
I hardly do anything on the fly because I am a rigid planner and compulsively love filling up my calendar, but last week I went to a party for which the invite was literally thrown my way spontaneously and I think that’s part of the reason why it was so much fun. A friend had suddenly written and inquired about my evening plans around 4:30pm. My mental crystal ball depicted me doing homework with the kids, yelling at the kids to hurry up in their baths, making dinner and maybe coloring in my mindfulness colouring book OR watching Friday Night Lights (Lumberg and I are only slightly less hooked than Brits on scones on this series. Such a good show and I’ve developed a crush on Coach Taylor. Who knew?!). Anyways, in the end, it turns out my crystal ball had it all wrong as I joined my friend Jennifer with her friends at a party to celebrate the Moschino brand’s Jeremy Scott being featured on the 35th anniversary celebratory cover of i-D magazine. Set in a mansion just off Hyde Park and having never been to celebrity event (recall, I shoot at spiders with my garden hose), I sort of expected it to be a red carpet elite extravaganza. It wasn’t elite per se, but it still served up an incredible evening of people watching, fun dancing, delicious drinks, and friendly people, all sprinkled with a heap of indie spirit. We were overdressed to say the least, but really, it didn’t matter. Spontaneity 1: Planned Calendar 0. How refreshing!
To keep with this spirit of spontaneity, I decided to sit down tonight and scribble a few words here. No time for photos because it is almost 1am and hence, my spontaneity is starting to suffocate a wee bit due to fatigue. Photos and fun facts on London resume in the next entry. This one was just to re-establish contact and soften the pressure I apply on myself to keep up with my digital world and this writing I so like to do, but never commit enough time to. The title of this entry reflects this theme and is borrowed from a tune from Oregon’s Ages and Ages. In truth, this is a double whammy since it has been ages and ages since I’ve been here to sit and write and press the PUBLISH button (which I’m about to do……now!).