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I’ve always thought it a lovely tradition to send a Christmas “newsletter” to your friends and family.  Sending cards and letters this time of the year is so quaint and old-fashioned.  It appeals to my inner Victorian/Pioneer.  However, the actual practicality of making such a thing happen (writing a letter, editing a letter, adding photos, printing up copies, addressing envelopes, buying stamps, getting to the post office) is just one more bloody thing to add to my already crammed full Christmas “to-do” list, so it inevitably gets pushed to the end and never done. But.  My iPad and my blog are both things that appeal to my inner 21st century, I-love-modern-conveniences self, and thus I present to you – MY YEAR IN REVIEW (Part I)

January

We ring in the New Year with a celebration at the home of our friends, Josh and Angela.  At around 9 p.m., we attempt to get our eighteen month old foster daughter, Angel, and their eighteen-month old son, Beau, to bed, so that the Mommys and Daddys can raise a cup of cheer. Sleep proves elusive for the two tots, as Angel loudly protests being put to sleep in her playpen, and Beau has not yet finished cramming every single popcorn twist into his mouth.  Eventually, they give into their exhaustion and fall asleep, while we welcome the New Year with a toast, only to have Beau wake up a few minutes after midnight, having vomited his popcorn twists up in his crib.  At this point, I realize just  how much my life has changed over the past year.  Last New Year’s, it may have been me that was puking shortly after midnight.  Now, it’s our babies.

Other January highlights include performing in The Clockmaker.   

The first show I’ve done since becoming a foster mama.  Not easy.  In fact, fucking difficult.  How?  How do other actor-mamas do this?  I start to get very worried about how the summer is going to go . . .

I also start a new part-time job as Volunteer Coordinator for Saskatoon Summer Players, a community theatre not-for-profit.  Previous to that, I was offered a full-time job with the police, entry level, in the typing pool, that I turned down.  It would have led to a very well-paying, secure job with benefits and a pension.  Thank god I narrowly escaped that nightmare.  (Seriously, what is wrong with me?)

February

For the life of me, I have no memory of February, and looking back on the blog isn’t helping either since in February I decided to do a blog-every-day type of challenge that lasted about a month or so (I was supposed to commit to a blog post every day for the rest of the year.  Ha!  Hahahahaha.)

I think I was in “Go to work, come home, take care of toddler, go to bed, repeat the next day” mode.  For a typical day spent with Angel, please refer to this post from the end of February.

March

In March we celebrated one year of being foster parents.  We are no longer “intern” foster parents, but full-fledged, experienced foster parents.  After a very painful one-year assessment, we say goodbye to the social worker who was the bane of my existence for the past nine months, and look ahead to sunnier days.  We plan the garden, create pysanka, and continue to trudge through snow and ice all month long.  I have a couple of kick-ass auditions that totally pay off later in the year – hurrah!  But March is also that month that brings me the worst news of the year – Kingsley is diagnosed with a terminal auto-immune disease.  My heart breaks.

April

We plant the first two beds in the garden on April 10th!  A new record.  And despite THIS happening at the end of the month –

– the seedlings grow and thrive.  There will be an early harvest!  Hurrah!

Angel is supposed to move to her new home at the end of the month, but it is delayed two weeks, and we are happy we get a little more time with her.

The chickens are doing well, but mid-month, egg production suddenly drops drastically.  Just when I thought I finally knew all there was to know about keeping chickens, the girls get VENT GLEET.  It’s disgusting, but easily cured with some Germe-Zone and yogurt (thank gawd).

May

The beginning of May sees a lot of hot and heavy gardening action.  Many exciting things are planted and eaten in the first couple weeks of May (ASPARAGUS!)

Will tries his hand at dry cure salami (guess what?  We haven’t died from botulism yet, so I think it worked).

The bees gets lots of attention and a prediction of a fantastic honey flow this summer.

On May 13th, Angel is moved to her new home.  That night (and few more to follow), I have whiskey for supper. But I throw myself into renovations (that end in angry tantrums) and work.  We decide not to take another foster baby until after we open Shakespeare this summer (and that was a wise decision because we were crazy busy/stressed for the entire month of June).

June

The first week of June is calm, and I’m starting to enjoy myself again, gardening and working on the house, and then rehearsals start, and I have no idea what else I did for the rest of the month since I didn’t blog a word for the entire month after June 1.

I remember a lot of rehearsing, learning choreo, learning lines, riding my bike, gardening, walking the dogs, and taking care of the chickens.  But it’s all very hazy.  June was crazy/busy/stressful and still filled with grief over Angel leaving.  Although, I’m somewhat thankful I don’t have a child because it would be totally neglected during this rehearsal process.

Will and I conclude that we can never work together again AND have a child.  One of us needs to be free from the madness that is a theatre rehearsal schedule.

TO BE CONTINUED

 

 

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