Too long between entries

I really do go too long between writing here. I read every day and leave notes sometimes, but I don’t update as I should.

#1 Daughter got married at home on May 7. They had a Justice of the Peace come to the house, and invited friends and family, telling them all to bring food. It worked out very well, with about 22 guests altogether. Stepmother came and brought a date, who happens to be someone I’ve known for years. They make a nice couple. I think he’s about 20 years older than she is, but then again my ex was 14 or 15 years older. They seem happy enough. She’s lost quite a bit of weight and looks a lot better. I would like to drop 20 pounds or more, but it’s not as easy as you want it to be.

Son and his family are now living in my house with #1 Daughter and her family, so my house has 6 little kids in it, four of whom are 2 and under. They’re very entertaining little people. If I were going to kidnap one of them, though, it would be Auron. OMG, that baby entertains the living daylights out of me. I wish I could introduce him to everyone in the world. He would brighten everyone’s day. So funny. He charmed some people at a Chinese buffet the other day to the point where they paid our bill and didn’t tell us. We couldn’t figure out why the waitress wasn’t bringing us our bill and found out later. Gotta bring that boy everywhere!! He calls me "Nawa"–a variation of "Nana" that tickles me.

My former client with PTSD may be connecting me with a friend of his who does tattoos. I want to get my seaturtle as a tat on my low back (not way low, but low-ish). He tells me his friend does good work and that he just got another tat himself, which I would like to see so I can judge the work for myself. I just have to get him to bring his chest to me to look at. Wouldn’t get it on his arm or shoulder.

#3 Daughter was supposed to go visit her step-uncle out in Alberta. He had bought her a plane ticket and had plans to take her shopping and such, and then God intervened by burning down the town where Step-Uncle lives. Well, 30% of it, anyway. Google "Slave Lake, AB" and look for news or images. It was quite spectacular. However, 7,000 people were evacuated with no loss of life. A helicopter pilot has since been killed fighting the fire and crashing in Slave Lake itself, but that’s been the only fatality, which is incredible in and of itself. Step-Uncle doesn’t know yet if his home is still standing or not. I don’t think they’re letting people back in yet. Mangocitrus, a diarist here in OD, has been on-site and posted an almost surreal picture of a destroyed yard and fence looking over at the neighbour’s yard, which is a bit scorched near the fence and then perfectly fine. Mango works for the RCMP, if I’m not mistaken (the Mounties, Mango? Yes?) and was there as part of her job.

What else is new? Work continues to be busy.  I go to Toronto in a few weeks for that lymphatic drainage course and to see Ainekate. Yay! Still friends with A, but don’t talk to him very much. Falling into his pattern of "friendship" which is one where you call on each other as a need arises–an exchange of goods or services, pretty much. R is fine. I’m healthy and happy and rolling along. Money is still an issue, probably always will be, but if that’s all I ever really worry about, life is sweet.

Yeah, so, that’s pretty much it for now. I’ll try not to let it go so long next time, although I’ll probably come in after my course in June. See you then.

*Edit* Both mousies passed away within a few days of each other back in late March, early April. Zoe died on a Wednesday and Blizzard was gone that following Sunday. I am now without pets, which is not a bad thing for a time.