I’m feeling a bit homesick today, and as much as I love performing this show (and working out of town), I’m glad to be heading home on Sunday. Back to my little family and my homestead.
A small round-up of my time in Kamloops:
I am glad I missed a couple awful cold snaps in Saskatoon, although not being there made me worry extra hard about the chickens (was anything really meant to survive outside when it’s -45 C?!) My poor little Ginger got some more frostbite on her comb last night, and it makes me very upset that I’m not there to take care of her. Stupid bloody winter.
I have practically become a vegetarian since I’ve been here. I’ve eaten meat twice in the past two and a half weeks, and I actually feel really good. Much to Will’s chagrin, I just might continue along this vegetable path. But then again, probably once I have readily available, locally sourced meat on hand, the vegetarianism just might fade away. We’ll see . . .
Finding local food was much easier than I expected it to be. Unfortunately, there’s no year-round Farmers’ Market here, so I didn’t manage to find local veggies and such, but I think I made up for it with the local milk, honey, bread, and eggs.
I have walked more in the past two weeks than I did all last winter in Saskatoon. It’s a half hour walk to the theatre every night, uphill. I feel great. It gets my heart pumping, and my legs working. Had to make sure I was stretching every night, though. These prairie girl legs of mine aren’t used to hills, and my shins were starting to really hurt.
Had a lovely birthday. At the coffee shop this morning, there was a big book called The Secret Meaning of Your Birth Day. So I had to look mine up. I was born on the day of precocity, which I then also had to look up, and it means “intelligence achieved far ahead of normal development schedules”. One could argue that since I didn’t even know the meaning of the word, I’m certainly not, nor ever have been, precocious; however, I did start school at the age of four, and graduated at 17. It also warned me that I would have a crisis of maturity at 28, 36, or 42, or possibly all three ages. So I’ve got that to look forward to. Yay!
And finally, everywhere you look around here, there are mountains. Big, gorgeous, showy mountains. As interesting as the mountains are, I miss the horizon. Give me wide, open spaces. Please. All these mountains are starting to make me feel a bit anxious. I need some room to breath.
Saskatoon, I’m a coming for you.