signals with sticks.

oh hello blog, my dear old friend.
it's been a while.
since we last spoke i've apparently
developed a British accent.

just kidding.
but it has been a few weeks of down time,
maybe letting my brain settle from school
& the flurry of thoughts,
has been quite good.
yes, for the last few weeks i've laid my brain
in a figurative field of flowers
and whispered, "sleep".

it didn't.

anyway, considering that we're moving quite soon
and my nature to get quite emotionally attached to
"home: the building"
john & i thought it might be a good idea to get away for a week
shake off the hamilton, just for a short time.

so we went to orillia to play with my brothers,
with fireworks and roman candles,
with sports,
with work.

and we went to huntsville to get away,
which was so enjoyable.

and we went to Toronto,
to explore our new city and enjoy
my uncle's delicious barley mushroom casserole
and my aunt's killer martini.

we're home now, back in the swing, and although i am
unemployed
(for the time being)
i'm practically the busiest
secretary /
receptionist /
assistant /
wife
this side of new york
(whatever side that might be & whatever title john gives me each day).

work has been good for him,
steadily building upward;
and i have been enjoying every second of
tagging along.

just a few more weeks and i'll have a "real job"
like pinnochio. kind of.
and possibly dreads.
like bob marley. definitely.