What I really want
to be at Folk Fest, meandering from workshop to workshop soaking in the mood and warmth of the place with my sister.
to be at Assiniboine Park mid-July wandering through the English gardens with my nieces choosing which flowers are our favorites.
to be driving to Riverton with my husband on a hot Friday afternoon with my bare feet resting on the dashboard while we anticipate the homemade pizza and laughter with my brother, his wife and their boys.
to be at Wasagaming with my friends Corrie and Pam wandering the streets deciding which cabins we like and which we don't while licking furiously at our cones to savor the dripping ice cream.
But, I'm not. Instead I'm sitting in an office dealing with cranky brokers and one particularly obsessive frantic coworker. Sigh.