while very hectic, the past week has been quite enjoyable; Thursday I had the best group of people I've ever trained, I wanted to hug them all and tell them I loved them, but I figured that would be an easy way to get myself canned. later that day I had another great group, not as good as the morning crew, but comical in a "it's bloody hot and humid and we're all tired and want to leave for the long weekend" kind of way... one lady teased me the entire session, but I just laughed and plodded along. I arrived in CB Thursday night and spent some time relaxing with the folks. Friday night was a visit with a great uncle and great aunts, the great uncle had just arrived from Ontario for his first visit in 15 years; a few drinks and a lot of singing later, the evening ended for most of them; I got back to the house and watched movies all night; saturday was an evening out with friends, one of whom was housesitting for a Doctor and Doctor couple; a miniature mansion to be exact; we watched movies in their theatre ten played ping pong and pool in the games room; yeesh... Sunday was a party out on the Mira that went into the wee hours of the night, singing around a bonfire; Monday back out for an evening at the movies; Skeleton Key was entertaining, but didn't startle me even once; boo-urns. And now I'm back in halifax and back to work. Blargh.
So summer is coming to its inevitable close and as I left the Island today I felt the old familiar tug to home, even though I was just there. Recently I looked over my history of moves and tumultuous upheavals and the tendency is always to get into a rut in spring and ship off in late summer - early fall. For once, I am comfortable with the fact that whatever mental dance I go through, I'm happily anchored where I am with this job and I have no worried about losing focus. As much as I can ever say that, its like balancing jello on a toothpick... c'est la vie.
