It’s been the best of times, it’s been the …well, interesting.
So if you read my last post you will remember we had plans. Real plans. We were going camping. Somewhere in the interior of beautiful British Columbia. We were going to barbecue, bake on a rock, read books on a boat, drink lake-chilled beer, play with water guns….
Then my husband got promoted. Very unexpectedly. Twice. In the space of two weeks in the middle of the best Summer in recent memory.
Getting promoted is really good news. But.
No Summer road trip. No getaway for the four of us.
So I’ve been working (and sulking just a little because I’m a child) and reading (I am determined to get through my Summer reading list no matter what).
Maybe, the Mr. tells me, later this year. In the Fall. When the bears are their hungriest. The wolverines their feistiest. We will lie on a carpet of molten gold and copper and shiver in our blankets as we watch the Harvest Moon rise.
I think not. I tell the Mr (with a stomping of feet). No camping in the Fall. I demand a hotel room, room service, warm towels, chocolates on pillows. But I’m bluffing and he knows it.
We both want the bush. Wild, untamed, gnat-infested bush.
For now I am home with my boys who in a desperate attempt to salvage what is left of Summer have the tent up in our backyard and the barbecue going.
What are you up to?
Here’s a pic of a local rascal in our plum tree yesterday morning.