Back to big sky land

Been back to Calgary for more than a week now. No time to write. My three year old got a fever after the first day here and so has been clinging to me fiercely saying, "I miss home. I want to go home now." But he's ok now, especially upon meeting his 4-year-old cousin -- they adore each other and play hard until they both drop from exhaustion.

Other highlights:

My grandma took me and my sisters out to a show that had three women performers: a fiddle player, a cowboy poet and a singer/songwriter. It was held in a garden center inside a huge greenhouse with beautiful flowers all around. I was expecting something rather amateurish and lame, so was amazed when these women turned out to be amazing performers -- humourous, beautiful and talented. And their content was all about things I grew up knowing.

I bought the singer's CD and when I went to ask her to sign it I turned into a freakish teenaged crazed fan. I started telling her about how her songs made me homesick, and when I began explaining about how I lived so far away I started gushing and blubbering and tearing up, much to her surprise. I wanted to say, "No really, I'm a normal person" but I was too busy bawling to do it. I am such a FREAK!

I never would have thought that a yodeling lady in a cowboy hat and a turquoise neck scarf could turn me into such putty, but she did.

Got two more weeks here -- hoping to get into the blue rocky mountains and see some friends.

Onwards and upwards!