A lot of post-its have now been stuck all over my new Moleskine planner.
While the same Patrick Watson eight tracks travel each day through the ceiling from our shop, two little bedside tables are taking life on the workbench. Beside, wood panels are piling up again the concrete walls. New projects are constantly popping up and our overexcited minds are having a hard time following the action.
Between Saturday morning’s weaving lessons, coffees taken on the fly from Tim Horton’s drive-thru, dreams of moving in a bright new workspace, Ariane O.P.’s readings for her PHD and the kicks of a new life sharing my body, the wild pace of days is pulling us quite vigorously towards Spring, the (huge) One of Kind Show, the assembling of a crib and serious academic presentations.
This is all crazy, but so exhilarating at the same time.
So we put back the kettle on the stove, telling ourselves that everything is ok.