this was a good weekend

this was a good weekend
a nice wrap up weekend to the month of January and precursor of my new life in old Halifax
what was so good about this weekend?

Well, Friday, Laura Dawe and Nathan had a party to celebrate their upcoming eviction.... they had about 5 musical performances in the living room , it was crazy SO MANY people.
I danced some, drew on the walls some and mostly hid in Laura's room acting as the unpaid bed coat finder with Romy. I want to do a stop motion animation of getting buried alive with winter coats.

Hit the market Saturday with Jason and Tanya...I got to wear a pair of Tanya's pants that I really liked...I was kinda hungover but the pants kept me happy.
Tanya and I went to the library and Steve-o's after and talked about libidos on the walk home...
I had a bath, Soooo happy to have a loving bath relationship again!
My highschool prom date moved to the city in September to do his Masters.
Last night I biked down to the south end to cook/visit/drink wine with him...it had been a long time, it was nice, I was impressed by his paintings and he was impressed that I was more anti-capitalist then him (for a business student that is)...
I asked him if he thought I sounded cynical or critical...
Critical just as I hoped!

This morning I woke up wondering who I thought I was drinking two nights in a row... but pleased at the fact I hadn't spent money on liquor.
I felt okay and had a nice scrambled egg breakie while sharing the National Post weekend edition with Holly (she just realized that she accidentally bought the NP instead of the Globe and Mail because a guy butted in line at the grocery store and distracted her)
...I scanned through three sections by the time Holly read half of hers....
I ventured over to Stacy /Paul/Maureen 's apartment for a noon meeting with Youth Club, so much to do with three upcoming cd releases and tour aspirations, I'm focusing on Distribution and Publicity, I feel very lucky to be able to help.
The most best good thing about this weekend was my 2 o'clock meeting with Jackie from BeCHert Productions....I now have a job! I think it just may be the job of my dreams...I will work three days a week utilizing the right side of my brain ... I Imagine things and then write about the imaginings....first project is a treatment for a childrens television show ..MAGICAL!
I will actually get paid to imagine things , it makes me teary with joy!
It is a new production company owned by one of the most amazing business ladies I know.
Oh my I am so happy!
I think i will be a self-sustaining woman , with a dog, someday!

today was cold

today was cold
I had omlette, pita, and salad for breakfast with Holly , Noah and Noah's friend ______ opps
I forget his name. I do know he studies business law and was right winged for policies and left for fiscal...
Tomorrow, Noah is leaving for 5 weeks in New Zealand...he will be missed, thankfully he is leaving me his nice big videocamera to remember him by. JOY!
I am altering a skirt for a girl I met while visiting Sojo at Elise's ( a great vintage shop).
Progress:
I need pink thread, I miss Sweden's corner sewing store
Thursdays are sewing days.
Half made are: - pin stripe Dad shirt into a skirt
-remodeled polka dot blouse
Darina came over to cut Noah and Holly's hair, we all compared winter bellies....it's okay we all get them!
I volunteered at the Yoga Loft tonight , they are having free classes this week for their anniversary, the classes were full...head to toe downward dogs.
Jason and I worked on music things tonight. The computer made me cranky, there was a lot of swearing ....much to the amusement of Papa Jason.

ordered disorder

these posts are hard to write when you don't know what to say cause you don't know what you are doing:

so quick synopsis of my life in Halifax

I sleep on couches, mostly at my old place it is the most comfortable, but also on Jason's futon and Laura's love seat

I sit in front computers, working for Jason with music stuff and reading a lot about Joni Mitchell during 1970, when she was writing the songs for her album Blue...

...then I imagine a movie

I also draw and imagine lots of clothing designs which three stores will sell if I make real clothes...I will do that big time in February...and for now on tuesdays and thursdays, those are also the two days I volunteer at the Yoga Loft... I sit by the door and read books on yoga and then I get a free class.

All in all my life is pretty great despite me having no money and a kink in my neck from Laura's love seat...though I will be happy when I have a real answer to "what are you doing?"

oh my!

I am back in my home country!
I am suffering from a loss for words in regards to how I feel about being home. I really haven't had too much time to stop and think but I will give a general overview.
England = Television, Nana time, British family time, three boys 11 months 18 months, 6 years, three pregnant cousins 4 months, 5 months, 6 months, forgetting to remind Nana I'm a vegetarian, carbohydrates, triominos, old photo albums, closets, scotch & stella, couch rests. Overall enjoyable it was my first time visiting my British family by myself, very low key and relaxing got to spend lots of quality time with my Nana, had a great walk with my cousin Rhys and his fam, and two great outings with my cousin Jane. I must say though the 10 days there felt longer then the 4 and some months in Sweden but I think it was because I was so anxious to get home.
My uncle john drove me to the airport we had a nice chat...
The plane ride was great I listened to the classical music station from headphones from my armrest and looked down on "cloudland". Cloudland is my absolute favorite thing about flying, I always request to sit by a window where I rest my head and imagine things , about clouds mostly, and the cloud people that I squint to try to get a glimpse of.
The classical music was mind blowing, I almost cried numerous times, the violin is the most human-like emotional instrument... it laments or fantasizes on its own and then is joined by other instruments to solve or get involved in problematic situations...sigh...it was magical.
Customs was not magical I was glad I didn't have anyone waiting cause it took forever , but at least someone got to see how well I packed my bags.... I splurged on a taxi to town and talked the ear off the cab driver it was nice because it had been awhile since I had talked to an arbitrary stranger. My east coast twang came back.