A photo of Medicine Lake that I took last month when we had a few days in Jasper.  The lake is endlessly fasinating, emptying and refilling over the course of the year, never the same twice.

I've been reading a lot, as per usual.  One of the books was a reread, "When God Was A Rabbit" by Sarah Winman.  An excellent book which is about our own history, how we tell it, who remembers it and what happens when it's lost.  It's mostly a book about a brother and a sister though.  I enjoyed it just as much this second time around and it made me think about our own stories.

The other book that I just finished reading was "The Messy Lifes Of Book People" by Phaedra Patrick.  Her books are lighter fare but this particular book is about writing.  It made me think about writing, about me writing, something I've toyed with for many years, thirty plus years and I guess blogging is a way for me to write too.

I have stories I want to tell and I started writing one and then realized, it's not my story anymore, I'm not tied to my past, it's the characters story.  It was a liberating and slightly terrifying realization.  We shall see how far this goes.  I have a track record of starting out strong and then getting bored and writing is hard work that takes a long time.

Jack's with us this weeknd.  We both missed him terribly last weekend which he spent with his other grandma at the lake.  It was nice to have the break but it's so wonderful to have my back too.  He and I are sleeping in the basement because the house is so hot and he's still sleeping at 8:47.  We went to the spray park the last two days which he's enjoyed and last night he took his supper outside on the deck while our supper cooked.  It was a late supper and everyone was way too hungry.

We took him to see the new Minions movie yesterday but it was not a success.  He only lasted half an hour and then we left.  We thought the Minions would hold his interest but he's still too young obviously. He did like the arcade there though.

I've been back on the floor for six half days and my foot is more painful.  Fuck.  I'm so tired of this and I feel so bad for my manager who struggles to ensure we enough staff.  It will heal but it's taking so long and I'm tired of limping everywhere.

It's been bloody hot and humid here.  The plants are happy, especially my tomatoes.  The wild lupins and the echinacea that I grew from seeds are both doing well.  I also bought an indian paintbrush and planted that, so I have a small wild flower garden going on which I'll probably need to expand next year.  The last couple of years I have planted blanket flowers (so named because it used to blanket the prairies) there and they have self seeded themselves which makes me happy.

We're off to visit Miss Katie shortly.  Have a good day.