Surprise Visit

I feel a million times more human and mobile after going to see my wonderful acupuncturist this afternoon. Amazing what a bunch of little needles can do! He also did some acupressure on me which really helped. That and the fact that I was able to lie down for a whole hour, in the middle of the day, without having a toddler bouncing next to me or a baby attempting to stick his finger up my nose. It was heavenly, and a good reminder that I should never take my body for granted and that I most definitely need to look after myself a little more. I am going back next week, and have promised myself to make it out to yoga at least once this coming week. My little boob-monster of a son will just have to survive spending more time with his boob-less father.

My parents and brother arrived today for the weekend, it's their first visit since last May and it's lovely to have them here. Maia simply adores her Uncle Tristan, and spent a good hour chasing him up and down the road as he flew by on his rip-stick. The poor kid was so tired she actually asked to go to bed!! I think I could handle him coming down more often!

Prior to my parents' arrival, I frantically cleaned the house. It's funny, I really am not bothered by other people's houses being messy. In fact I strongly believe that a home ought to look lived-in and I feel far more comfortable in a space that is, well, lived in. And yet when it comes to my space, I am a complete neat-freak. As in I get extremely irritable if the cushions aren't plumped up just so and the bottle of dish-washing liquid has it's label turned away from me. So when I say I cleaned the house, I mean it. And I was a tired girl when it was all said and done. I was just cutting up my butternut squash for dinner in an immaculate kitchen when there was a knock at the door. Assuming it was my parents, I opened the door to find a different pair of Canadians: my beautiful friends Amie and Jacqueline were standing there, grinning from ear to ear. What a fabulous surprise! And I really do love it when people pop-in. I know it's not a very North-American thing to do, but for me it's something I grew up with in France. In the village it's not unusual for friends to drop by for a chat, get invited for an apperitif, and for this to turn into an impromptu potluck dinner as more arrive and dart back home to grab the half quiche from last night's dinner. I miss it, and thoroughly enjoyed having such a lovely surprise visit this afternoon.

Wow, I can't believe the time. I really must sleep, speaking of looking after myself and all that! I've got my newly finished painting tucked in under the bed, and a cat at my feet. I just need to convice Lonny to part with his concubine (his laptop) and I should be set for the night! Bonne nuit!