work, dance, food, art, sleep

I know I've been writting about my art lately and not much about my life (although they're very much intertwined at this point). Anyway, thought I would dwell on the mundane for a bit.

Been getting up around 6am most days, except for today. Been working. Finally gotten to the point where the keywording is becoming pretty second nature. And yes, I find myself doing it through the entire course of the day, whether I'm walking down the street or sleeping. Been trying to fit time in the afternoon to do my dance workout. I'm so out of shape, it's not funny. No, not funny at all. I can only really do just over 30min, with a bit of warm up and cool down. But I enjoy it. The cat sits there and watches me. She doesn't really get it. I've also been fitting in about an hour of art society stuff most days, well , maybe 4 days a week. I make supper. Nothing too exciting in that department. I spend about 45min - an hour doing my hand-stitching art sitting out on the balcony in the evening, watching the neighbourhood cats below. And then I spend another half hour working on whatever other art stuff needs getting done (postcards, sketches, writing). Then I give the cat here treats and read in bed for about an hour in order to wind by brain down enough to sleep. That's a day in the life of the Future Mrs. R. Oh, there's lots of kissing and playing and talking with the cat throughout the day, and in the evening there's lots of kissing and talking with Marcus, but no playing, because he generally has a meeting with his business partners. But I understand. It leaves me to do my art.

And then there are the few days a month where the mundane stops, like going to Science World and seeing the Egyptian Lego exhibition. Way cool. And playing with weird science stuff and being pushed out of the way by children or having the children show you how the mechanism works. I'm a bit slow when it comes to science. We also had the lovely Frenches over for Sunday afternoon slurpees and dinner one day, finally, after a year. And of course, there was the most super-ific day, August 8th to be exact. Most definately the farthest from mundane. It will stick with me for the rest of my life... shopping for beautiful sparkly diamond rings. That day may be slightly overshadowed when the opportunity comes for me to wear the gorgeous bling, but I won't forget it. How can I? He treated me like a princess and took the first step to saying, "I want to be with you for the rest of my life". Thank you. I needed that.