Here It Is Morning Again

I have been lying awake for a while now. Slowly I hear my fellow apartment mates waking and beginning a new day. Soon I will get up too and join them. The days are beginning to pass in a strange vortex of events, visits, and shopping. Olds is beginning to work its magic on me. This year it is a bittersweet jumble of emotions. Everything I do here makes me wonder when and if it will happen again. Yesterday was a blur of shopping and meeting the vendors of the stores here who we have gotten to know over the last 6 years. I am happy to say that a possible opportunity presented itself to me in the first store we visited. But I will talk more of that later. The day was full of ideas from what we saw in each store. I didn't buy a lot since I will only have to pack it later. Mostly I bought small thing that can fit in a tote. We returned to the apartment in time to watch the flood of Fibre Week enthusiasts and fellow students arriving. Dinner was prepared and we ate our food with abundant conversation. A visit from one of my previous instructors meant lively discussions about all things Arts, and much with the MSProgram here at Olds. It is good for me to be so caught in this whirlwind called Olds because my mind is occupied with good and not with the evil that has crept into my life at home. I did talk to the Daughters and they are consumed with exams some good and some troublesome. Meanwhile he is trying to sell the house with a couple of showings but no takers. Hopefully that will change. Today is a field trip to a woolen mill called Carstairs and to one of the biggest spinning and weaving suppliers in Western Canada. It will be hard to not drool and want to spend. I'm feeling a little better today... that is, if I don't think too much.