I have a meeting tomorrow with the editor of our local paper to try to convince him that he should let me write a weekly column about my experiences here in Summerland.
A healthy dose of sunshine
A 5 km walk in the crisp air
A happy baby bundled in the stoller, taking in the sights
Hummus and pitas for lunch
The smell of a maple spice cake baking in the oven
A successful attempt at coax
The bleak expanse of the frosted plains filled my driver’s side window as I sped home. It was an unusually dismal day, no sunshine to distract me from the frigid cold.
Tomorrow I will board a plane and head back home to Summerland, where the skies may be grey but the mercury tends to stay above minus 87,000 degrees. So that’s nice.
I have a daytimer. It’s a nice little book where I write down my appointments for massages and pedicures (I wish) and my grocery lists.
Here’s the scoop: I am in Regina visiting my parents for the next couple weeks. No, Steve and I aren’t having marriage troubles…he is in Australia on a business trip.