Random update on life. As my last blog said, I've made the jump to live in a small trailer for the summer, and still do it comfortably. Possibly in style. Without an ultimate fail.
It's a little more daunting than you think. Namely, all your stuff that is useful and valuable (necessities) are inside a trailer which has a tarp hanging out the side (fold out bed), and all someone has to do to get in is undo the velcro seams and crawl in when no one is looking.
My other trailer park is quite safe and has no theft reported except for a golf cart last year. I couldn't blame them if it was from the lot that overlooks a huge cornfield. A golfcart and a downhill cornfield. Yup. But the trailer park I currently reside in has a creepy name. Rip's Sleepy Hollow. Weird eh? The owner has a slight stutter... hmmm... a reason why perhaps? Whats even weirder is that street name I live on in Cambridge is called 'Sleepy Hollow'.
The park is quiet and peaceful though. Not a lot happening here. No gravestones either to prove it. No ghost sighting yet.
So the reason I'm here though is because I've enrolled in 2 stone carving courses over at the Haliburton School of the Arts. It's a little break in the monotony of daily living. I'm doing this vacation purely for myself and my artsy interests.
Many years ago, I took a blacksmithing course at the same school. Really enjoyed the time out to find my roots. So it feels a little like replanting those same roots again. The feeling of driving out to Haliburton was euphoric. The sights are spectacular for a an affichio of flora. What really got me almost teary is the pleasing aroma of so many varieties of plants that I could often identify. Beautiful and unique each one.
Many years ago, I took a blacksmithing course at the same school. Really enjoyed the time out to find my roots. So it feels a little like replanting those same roots again. The feeling of driving out to Haliburton was euphoric. The sights are spectacular for a an affichio of flora. What really got me almost teary is the pleasing aroma of so many varieties of plants that I could often identify. Beautiful and unique each one.
So here I am. On a plot of richly green grass, where my grass in Cambridge is the colour of aged hay. Cool temperatures, and a thick blanket of rain chiming on my trailer ceiling. The trailer is still intact after the move. Nothing tipped over or broke after careful planning prior to the move. And tomorrow, I'm off in the morning to a new adventure.
To top is off, just had a lovely cup of peppermint tea. :)
