I have just spent some time skipping through my blog realm (the blogs I read regularly and semi-regularly). I left some comments here and there and when I got back home (to my own blog) I was kinda sad that there are no comments. I know I could just have a site meter to see who comes and goes and how many of you there actually are (although I think I know). But I'd like some dialogue.

Although now that I've voiced that I feel a little silly (and possibly pathetic).

sigh.

lost words

Desiring to write (or speak) on a particular thing, I have hit delete time and again (and shut my mouth up tight). All my words are too literal, too personal, too much. I cannot put this on paper. I don't know how to phrase it correctly so as not to reveal too much, or unintentionally hurt someone. It's not really about them anyway. Well, some of it is. It forms coherently only in my head (and my heart)and perhaps it is only the coherence of fully formed emotions and that is why I can't find the words, the sentences, the structure to put it here (or say it aloud). I want to. I want to purge myself in the telling because these things are eating at me, creating doubt where none lived before, asking questions for which I have no answers. I want to be able to write them here and have the picture become clear and stop questioning that which was once so certain.

But I can't find the right words. And that, in itself, is significant. Because words here were never a problem before.

Awards show miss

So this year I finally broke the habit of watching every inane awards show on TV. I was proud.

But then it turns out that not only was a friend of mine on one, he was wearing leather pants. And I'm imagining he would look somewhat decent in said pants. I am sad to have missed this particular inane awards show.

Boo.

a moment of blissful excitement

I gasped. Just a little intake of air. And then held it, held my breathe until I opened the email, hoping against hope to confirm what was hinted at in the subject heading.

But some days, he's very mean.

I love a good road trip

I went on a small "r", small "t" road trip today. Boy I needed it. Just to remove myself from my routine, escape from the everyday, leave the world and all my cares behind and just drive and listen to music and sing along. And it worked wonders to clear the cobwebs from my head, brighten my mood, bring things into focus. The scenic routes of Alberta are still new to me and I still feel a certain fascination with the quality of light reflecting against the flatness of the landscape; snow meeting sky in a strange melding of white, grey, blue.

I love to roam the roads and highways, and to end up in such a quaint little destination for lunch and window shopping and sight seeing was exactly what I needed today. And even if we went with an entirely different and more mundane purpose, the change of scenery made it a road trip of highest quality!