Back at it

I feel like some kind of post-vacation wrap up blog is in order, but I've probably waited too long now to say anything meaningful. The time off and away was wonderful. I didn't blog it before, but one of my favourite nights in Winnipeg was when I dressed myself up and took myself out on a date to the Fort Garry Hotel lounge. I took a seat at the bar where all the business men were sitting with their Blackberries and laptops. I looked over the wine list and had an idea of what I wanted, but the guy next to me suggested something, so I thought I'd give it a shot.

"What do you think?" he asked. I lied and told him it was good. There isn't really a wine I don't like, but I would've enjoyed my first pick more.

"I can never get used to the idea of stemless wine glasses," he said, pointing to my stunted goblet.

"I know, at the cottage we had a bunch of plastic glasses that looked like this because the stems broke off, so this style always makes me think of something broken." He laughed and told me something about his sister that I can't remember any more. I turned my attention back to the Winnipeg postcards I had purchased.

One of the things I loved about travelling when I was a kid, was sending postcards. Today I think it's a dying activity, given that you're usually closer to WiFi or an Internet cafe than you are to a stamp and mailbox when you want to get in touch with people back home. The tricky part of the postcard is trying to say something meaningful in such a small space. To help overcome the challenge, I first wrote out my thoughts on a small piece of paper before committing them to the card.

As I sat there in my date outfit, drinking my wine, listening to the cute piano man playing November Rain and crafting my letters, I really felt like I was travelling. No one there knew where I was really from or what had brought me to the bar that night.

After I paid my tab I headed out feeling like a very confident young woman. Until I kind of slipped on the marble and took a knee. Note to self, get worn out heels on boots replaced so you aren't walking around on the bare nail. Seems how nobody rushed to see if I was okay, I assume nobody saw...

I got two very happy responses from the postcard project that made it all worth while.

Now I'm back. Towards the end of my trip, my mom was starting to come down with something. Now I am feeling like I am battling something. The cold creeps in all around me, but it's nothing a little tea can't fix.

It's fall, my favourite season. As the new TV season starts I feel too like new things are happening for me. Stay tuned, I do believe things are about to get interesting.