Perceptions

Are your impressions of strangers' behaviour coloured by materialistic things?

On my way to work today, on a single lane road, I was in front of a Porsche. Don't ask me what kind. A small sporty one, not one of the SUV's, that's all I know.

When our two cars pulled onto a wider road, now a two-lane, he pulled out from behind me, gunned his engine, and proceeded to zoom past me. Only to come to a stop in front of me at a red light. I had not been driving particularly slowly.

Show-off.

That's what I thought, anyway.

Then, sitting at the red light, I reflected for a moment. Is he automatically a show-off because he's in a fancy sports car? What if he had been in a beater (Young Punk??), or a car like mine?

What would my impression have been then?

5 Pounds

That's all.

That's my first goal.

If I can achieve that, I can set another goal. A bit more ambitious, but still within reach.

Than another, and another.

5 years it's been nagging at me. 5 years I've made half-hearted attempts.

I love you, babies, but this is one reminder of my pregnancies I do not want hanging around.

Joyous Heartbreak

In one week, two things have gotten me thinking of how my boys are growing up. First, the return of a co-worker who just spent 2 weeks split between the east and west coasts of Canada getting her children settled in at university. Second, Tracy's post about their 13th anniversary.

In one moment I am counting down the years. In the next I am holding on so tightly to the present.

In one moment I am trying to picture them ten, fifteen years older. Trying to imagine their faces, their personalities, their interests and pursuits. In the next I am struggling to memorize every twinkling eye, every goofy grin, every painful tear.

In one moment I am longing for easy days, quiet morning coffee. In the next I am providing the vocal stylings for a female superhero, helping to rescue an innocent victim.

Last week we had a glimpse of the future, as we both were off work while the boys were in school. It was wonderful and confusing at the same time.

Sometimes I am caught off guard by what we have done by becoming parents.

It's getting old, isn't it? Gosh, it's been so long since I posted...blah, blah, blah.

If anyone, anyone, is actually still reading here, I will be shocked. And flattered.

I think summer has officially ended here. It's turning into an early, cold, wet fall. The boys wear their rain gear to school more often than not. And it rained during our family photo session. And while I actually like rain, I do prefer it when it is broken up by periods of sunshine.

Leaves are starting to turn yellow. Already. Mountain peaks are turning white.

This summer brought a lot of fun. Hubs and I went to France for 2 weeks, my parents took the boys while we were gone. We've had some time in the mountains, but mostly have been enjoying our own front yard and all our city has to offer.

This summer also brought some self discovery. Goals that once occupied my mind have diminished in importance and been replaced. A veil of jealousy has been swept aside to reveal that some things just ARE and that's all right. And new experiences cemented my thought that I know so little of this world and its people. This is what travelling does to me. Seeing a different country and culture, and realizing how well it fits with my outlook.

I see changes in my future. Not quite near, but not so distant as they once were. And I find this comforting.