This isn't a post about a date

Some quick updates for those of you who are thinking I'm still recovering from Wine Fest 2010. I did completely abstain from alcohol for a week after that. I'm back on the wagon again, or off of it depending on the wagon you're riding. The following day I went to a barbecue birthday party where I was one of three people who didn't bring a small child. Everyone was carrying one around like it was a Coach handbag (something else I don't own, I am so behind). But I was with Amara and Christian who brought their toddler so I stuck close to him. He's my favourite little kid. Now I really can't have children because the stork already delivered the best one to Amara and Christian. Boo. The bbq had an interesting surprise though when one of the guests announced she had brought with her a bag of sample shoes and all the ladies in the house were welcome to try on and take home whatever they liked. I scored a pair of black peek-a-boo toe heels. The stork delivered a set of twins!

Last week it was May 5 (05/05) my second most favourite and lucky feeling day of the year (my b-day being the first) so I was hoping the universe would deliver. On Wednesday I got my income tax refund in the mail, on Thursday I went to an after hours VIP Customer Super Sale at the Artists Emporium, flirted with the boys at the drinks table (yes, this event had a cash bar) and then on Friday I got a call to inform me that I'd won a door prize. Sweet! More naked lady drawings in the near future!

My Saturday started with attending a funeral for Bill Clement, the city counselor for Charleswood/Tuxedo. My family is friends with the Clement family--they live behind my parents' house and my sister and I grew up with Bill's sister's girls. For the last few civic elections I was helping out with Bill's campaign. My role wasn't major. I delivered leaflets to voters and worked in the campaign office making up voter lists and sign request lists. This is the kind of politics I could get passionate about though. Bill Clement was dedicated, down-to-earth and a man of great integrity. He got things done and done well. I have a lot of respect and admiration for him. He was going to run again in the fall election until cancer took him out of the race. It's going to feel strange not to be working on the campaign this year. There is an entire team of us very much feeling the loss of their leader.

Sunday was Mother's Day and my mom and I were scheduled to go to our last symphony performance of the season. I had bought season tickets for my mom last year and really enjoyed our monthly mother-daughter dates. I knew the symphony wasn't something she'd go to on her own and it wasn't something my dad would take her to so I was happy to share that experience with her. For the final show they did a tribute to the Beatles complete with fab four singers. I'm not a fan of the Beatles and I did listen to them a fair bit as a kid. The symphony opened up with a medley of their hits, which I enjoyed, so I think it was mostly their singing that just turned me off. That and so many of their hits sound so sad.

I try to check out the New York Times online daily. I like their science, health and food sections a lot and the wedding announcements are always a fun read. Today I clicked on the link to their Lens photography blog where they had just posted the results of their latest challenge to readers: A Moment in Time. Readers were asked to submit photos taken on May 2, 2010 at 15:00 UTC. I checked to see if anyone from Winnipeg had submitted a photo. Indeed, there were a couple. How happy was I to see that my dear photog friend Doug, or Delores as I affectionately call him here on the blog, had a pic posted.

I've started a new writing project. I'm doing it the old fashioned way with pen and paper right now. The words seem to come out easier that way. I'm trying to write everyday and would like to have the thing finished by June 5. I'm not going to go for a word count goal this time, I just want to get the story down first and will add more to it after. It's a sad story. I'm gonna try to make you cry. The story just came to me one day as I was getting ready to leave work. A dialogue between the main character and her mom came into my head. That's what being a writer is like for me. I feel like I'm a radio that picks up on energy waves or brain waves I guess, and then I get to transmit them. Remember before I got all caught up in my eHarmony adventures I was working on a novel. My eH subscription is almost up so I think it's time I got back at it.