March 17th, 2010

The turn to home

Turn to homephotographer, peardg

Woke up at 3AM again. Being an efficient woman, I decided to do some chores and so went out to retrieve my laundry. And came face to face with a skunk. Luckily for me the skunk decided to play nice and gave me safe passage. So I was able to deal with my clothes and come back into the house with just the normal human stink.

My heart rate is more-or-less back to normal but I am oh-so wide awake now, hence the computer browsing and blog posting. In the process of having a look-see I found this new photo posted on peardg’s flickr page. The first thing I thought was “oh cool that’s the turn to home.” Bleh.

The photo represents one of the turns close to the edge of the reservation where I have recently been for Thyra’s funeral services and where she is now buried.  Work has been terribly busy of late, and as of yesterday, got even busier. I actually had my head in my hands at the end of the day feeling as I did the long long hours to come if I’m to keep up with the pile. I haven’t really thought about Rez and family things much and I’ve been doing pretty well I thought.

The weather in Vancouver has been absolutely gorgeous. Yesterday peardg and I (she works in the same office as I do, at least for the next couple of weeks) walked over to the art museum and had hot chocolate and tabouli (odd combo huh) sitting outside in the sun. We had a really great waitress which made things even nicer. It was delightful bit of time and despite the hullabaloo at work, I went back with a sense that I could survive. But the picture has set off a wave of “can I run away” questions.

I don’t like being pulled to places I cannot go.  I mean I really don’t want to live on the Rez again despite missing the people there. I’m not sure there is a good solution to it, but perhaps I do need to visit more – more than the weddings and funerals that another sister gently chastised me for when I got there this last time. Perhpas it is as simple as that.

For now, skunk fear somewhat abated, perhaps a hot bath with lavender? Then a bit more sleep.

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