Yesterday we ran out of water. It was a bit annoying but we managed until the water truck came to fill us back up. I figure they must have missed a delivery because we’ve never run out before and we didn’t use any more than we usually do.
Today, Bro is heading back to the housing company to see if he can get an answer for us on moving to the new place. I’m really hoping they give him an answer. I’m just itching to know!! The suspense is driving me nuts! I think a small part of me is hoping that well get the keys tomorrow but I know that’s not likely. I can dream. If we do end up moving it’s going to be a big pain in the butt though. There aren’t any U-haul stores up here so we’re going to have to make a few trips with the ski-doo and with any luck, one of our neighbours might bring his truck to help us with the heavier stuff. Technically, we could drag everything over by ski-doo but I have a feeling it would take a loooong time and be a really big pain in the butt. We’ll do what we have to though.
I’ve started to write a story. I’m not sure what it’s about yet though there’s going to be a girl in it. I think it’s just going to be a fiction novel of some sort. I’m just writing what kind of comes to my mind right now and will maybe try hashing out some character profiles or a story line at some point. For now I’m just taking it one step at a time. I’m trying not to base it on my own experiences but I find that I can’t help it! That just seems to flow naturally and probably because those are the themes that I’m familiar with. So far it’s going really slowly but at least I’m writing it and that makes me happy.
I still haven’t done any more paintings and I’m not sure why. I guess I just haven’t really been feeling as creative in that way lately. I feel inspired though. I’m so grateful that I’ve been welcomed up here by Bro and he’s allowing me the chance to get in touch with my more creative self. He really is supportive in that way and he appreciates my talent. It really makes me feel good. Having this time to tap into this side of me is really satisfying. Even the way I see the world has changed a bit. I not longer see white snow but rather I see snow with a slight blue tint to it on a cloudy day or vibrant orange, peach and pink illuminated snow, highlighted with light blues, catching the colours of the sky and the sun as it sets on the horizon, far across the frozen tundra. It’s just magnificent! No longer do I look at a tree and see a brown trunk with green leaves… now I see the play of colours like red, yellow, green, and blue. I’m starting to notice the way shadows play on thing and how much flatter it looks without them. If nothing else, my world has become more alive and colourful! In the few quick sketches I’ve done in the past month I can already see that I have grown artistically. My sketches seem much better to me but perhaps I have simply become less critical.