I couldn't get the poster to upload, but wanted to let you know that I'm reading tonight in downtown Kitchener at The Museum (formerly known as the Children's Museum). Doors open at 7pm, but the readings don't start till 7:30. It's a free event. I don't know whether or not there will be drinks available. Should have asked.
Back from my early morning swim, feeling buoyant. Seems to be the feeling I get after my early morning swims. Could also be due to a piece of good news received in the mail yesterday. I opened the non-descript envelope hurriedly, on my way into the house to turn down the crockpot, with CJ waiting in the truck outside in the driveway (yes, I'm that kind of mother; but the truck wasn't running). I was running late for an appointment, and didn't want the lentils in the crockpot to scorch. Then I saw the envelope. It was from the Ontario Arts Council, and I knew what that might mean--grant application denied. Or, the opposite. Ripped it open, read the first line, saw the cheque, and began bouncing and screaming. Remembered to turn down the crockpot. Raced outside to tell CJ. Wondered whether I had indeed remembered to turn off the crockpot. Raced back inside to check. Yes, crockpot turned down. Raced back to truck. CJ mildly interested. Should I really be driving under the circumstances? I asked. It was a brief spell of intense joy, and I've learned to embrace those spells full-on when they come, because they don't last, they can't, and the intensity quickly dissipates. That's okay. But the huge smile and feeling of goodwill toward all humankind--that was nice. I will try to keep the feeling of goodwill going.
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