Susan makes her return
It's not a very triumphant return, mostly because I've been rather short on blogging energy these last few weeks. Not for lack of good stuff happening here in the west, but rather a combination of laziness, lack of blogg-ability (akin to something I like to call "blog appeal") along with the absence of a computer at my apartment.
Good whirlwind trip home to Ontario, though I only made it to see about 1/4 of the people I wanted to, and among those I did see, there was a lack of quality time. Not that I can complain too much, given that my job affords me an excellent amount of time off and opportunity to do some more visiting this summer.
Next week I'm headed to Edmonton to see thefuturedrmandy, and her gang of intelligensia over there at the UofA. Who knows, I may just even get to run into the Head Librarian of fame at said institution!! (or Mandy's supervisor?!?!) I'm excited about next week's mini-vacation and to finally see where my friend has been hanging her hat these last few years. I will also finally get to see the West Edmonton mall where so many of my elementary school classmates made me jealous with their trips in the 1980s.
I attended a drum circle just down the street from my apartment. It was wild and awesome, all at the same time. A pretty great turnout including 2 nuns whom I quickly hit it off with, one of whom (Sister Flo) is 85 and the other (Sister Marg) will soon be turning 90. They met as young women in the convent in Montreal and have been life-long friends. Such kind people, and some damn cool nuns!
Last night I went for supper at Regina's famous Thai restaurant (at least famous among Reginians), called Viet-Thai. Simply stunning in its deliciousness.
This weekend is the Mosaic festival, which is the city's annual multi-cultural festival. I'm really impressed by the effort going into this one - 22 pavillions across the city, each representing a different cultural group in the city. I've bought a 3 day pass to the festival, and it only cost me $10. I've been told I will spend much more, apparently for art, but I can't imagine the alcohol from various parts of the world will be something I can skip!!
Last week I went to the Cathedral Village Arts Festival and watched firedancing in the park beside the Catholic Church. What this involved was a horshoe formation of onlookers, with various dance troupes performing in the grass in the middle of the crowd. Cutest/most disturbing thing was to hear all of these little children yelling "fire! fire!" en-masse before the fire dancing began. Post-dancing there was perogies, cabbage rolls and polka dancing (featuring a 10-12 year old boy accordian player/singer) at the parish hall.
I am very lucky to be here.







