Summer is coming in spite of this spring’s resistance. This afternoon, in weak spring-like weather conditions, I moved my camping trailer into our driveway so that we can spend time over the next short while making sure that the camper is ready for our first outing of the year. I know that what is waiting for us is not the warmth of summer that lasts well past sunset. Other than that, the day has been spent frivolously as though I was a dancing free spirit. Oh, I did make a wrap, sewing on buttons in the process, so that I can be covered when unexpected people should arrive in our yard.
My mood at the moment is somewhere between here and fantasy land. At times like this I find it hard to focus and to make what I write worth reading. The tendency is to be too playful, perhaps too in your face in terms of risking and daring in my home village on the prairie, especially on a Saturday when there really are people moving about outside, including parents and their children. The Shadow wants out and it’s taking a lot of energy to keep some sort of balance.
This afternoon I walked to our town’s solitary drug store where three of my books are on sale (not the Poetry books as they are too risqué for this mid-western town on the Canadian prairies) in order to pick up a cheque based on the sale of 25 books. This is a first for the sales world that is not online. The store is waiting for the next book order to come in as others are still waiting for their copies of the books. Life is good.