It was thundering when I woke up this morning. I have been having an increasingly difficult time pulling myself up out of the warmth of sleep. My alarm had been going off every 5 minutes for the past hour and a half. I mistook the thunder for garbage trucks. It is still thundering now at 9:30 and there are bright flashes that light up my middle north side office (I have one that is further north, but it doesn't have a window).
I had a very good review at work this week. My director called me a shining star in the department two different times. I was offered the possibility of a secondment to another area. It would pay more and be interesting experience, but I don't think I will take it. It would involved a partnership with the police which I anticipate would be difficult for me. I'm learning that I need to hold my cards closer to my chest here are work and play them carefully. I still love working here, don't get me wrong, I'm just growing and learning. It was nice to tell my director my professional goals and have her be receptive, supportive and open. I think I'll have a long career here.
The two recent domestic violence homicides are haunting me when I am awake and asleep. I had one of the top three worst nightmares I've ever experienced the night before last. I won't post it since it's so disturbing it makes me feel physically sick. I typed it out yesterday and sent it to a dream analyzer. I hope I hear back. I have a lot to say about the murders, but don't know if this is the appropriate place.
I went camping last weekend. The camp ground was awesome. We camped at Chip lake. It's about 30 minutes from Pembina provincial park. There were wild strawberries, fireflies, sunsets over lakes, campfire food, and a pheasant family who left me some pretty feathers outside of my tent on my birthday. Blake and I floated down the Pembina river on Sunday after we packed up our tent. It was so beautiful and fun. We laughed a whole lot and talked about how awesome everything is. It was a perfect day, Lou Reed would have liked it.
One other thing of note, on Canada day weekend I was at a show at New City and something neat happened. I started talking about how much I'd like to eat some ice cream cake. About 3 minutes later a person came by with plates of ice cream cake and asked who wanted some! Last weekend I mentioned that I wanted to go berry picking this summer. About an hour later while walking through a meadow in our campground we realized we were surrounded by tiny strawberries. There were more berries that we could pick and we filled our hands with them and our skin dyed red from the juice. I wonder what I should wish for this weekend.
Maybe I'll wish for the sun to poke her face out so I can take my sweet little sister swimming like I promised.