And thanks to many of you, my Google Reader boasts over 600 articles. I shall pour over these all week and gleefully entertain myself. Christmas came very early this year.
Let's get down to business. Great time. Loved it. Enough pictures to choke a piglet. So many in fact, I'm not going to even deal with them right now (and besides that, I have to wait for everyone else to put their pictures on facebook so I can decide if I want to use theirs or mine).
For now, I will say that I don't expect to ever hear my stomach growl again, believe I have found a new Meredith-Fad in yoga, have cultivated a testimony of the terrific bunk-mateness of Kiele Iverson, have made a dozen mental notes to myself to never EVER go to Canada without a coat no matter WHAT month of the year it is (sweatshirts don't quite cut it), and have fallen in love with said country. What a dream, and I mean that quite truly. I loved, loved, LOVED Canada. It doesn't get nearly enough credit. They dress a little funny, but the cities Victoria and Vancouver were absolutely delightful.
AAAAaaaaand of course I did lots of self-reflection in those moments when I was either able to zone out the louder voices of our group, and/or was alone in my "Stateroom" in between gluttonous meals or jacuzi dips. Here's a little moment of "Let's Get Our Real On". Somewhere in in the time since moving to CA last August I've become a sitter and not a doer. I don't even know how or when I let this happen. It's not that I haven't been enjoying my time. Quite the contrary. I've loved the last year of my life quite spectacularly. But I need some hobbies, I need some
progression, and I need to get moving. Now this is getting quite cheesy, but these are the days, these are the times, my friends. Life actually is interesting to me. I need to dig deeper than I have been. Is anyone still reading this blog post? Didn't think so. Maybe I'll make my grandkids read it one day and say, "See kiddies? That's when I decided to take up bird watching, and look where it's gotten me!!!!" with a big toothless grin on my face.
Pics of le cruise to come.
I want to learn how to sew. I keep talking about it, I think it's time to actually do it. I also would like to knit things other than scarves.
Today I was on the radio giving "friendship" advice. Shauna recorded it and soon it is rumored to be bloggable. While I was listening to myself I sputtered out a few nervous giggles. I have been told before I need to "cut to the chase" when talking. After hearing myself on the radio all I have to say is HOLY COW do I EVER need to cut to the chase. I'll just leave it at that.
