6 weeks of no news and blues?

So what's new in Lila's World?

The traditional Dec/Jan blues..  Abated only by the constant affection + feedings from Yves.  We adopted out our males degus, which were fighting and scaring the beau, adopted out our rescued chinchillas to a place we call chinchilla heaven (3hrs a day out of cage in a massive play room? sign me up!), and not two hours later adopted two of the sweetest, quietest little degu girls.  So our house returns back to normal: three fuzzies, Sophie jealous, and a squeaking wheel.

What else?  Really, you want more?  Well, for to learn about the fuzzies there's always chirlababies.blogspot.com which I update much more than this site.  Because, let's face it, they're cuter than I am.

February marked a major birthday for me, and I celebrated with more than 30 of my closest friends... a wild mix, from early 20s punks to late 40s intellectuals.  Yves and I successfully hosted our first joint party, everyone drank and ate and talked until they could stand no more, and when all was said and done I was left not only with a dozen empty platters and 4 boxes of cookies, but with a besotted Frenchman who proceeded to ask me to marry him at least a dozen times.

Luckily, he's the love of my life.

So marraige is on the horizon, whatever that means.  I have been lucky enough to find someone who loves me, understands me, and is patient with me... AND he cooks!  Don't let me mess this one up, life.

Been in physio for the last 6 weeks or so for my spine again, and the pain is back to where it was this time last year.  Arthritis is bad, but normal for an Edmonton winter.  Panic attacks have returned with the engagement, but who didn't expect that?  Apparently, however, I now cling to Yves when my nightmares shake me, rather than push him away, which bodes well...

And life marches on.

No steady work, a few modeling gigs but nothing to write home about.  Trying to find a new apartment for April, in the hopes of keeping the finances out of the red for a change.  Training the fuzzies to love me, to cheer me when I'm sad.  Trying to get a grip on doing household chores for two instead of one.  Trying to get a grip on being an "us" instead of a "me."

All in all, precisely the journey I never thought I'd see... feared I might see... and one which I thoroughly enjoy.  Suburban life, much as it pains me, is not so bad.  But wasn't that always what made it so terrifying - the ease in which you could slip into normalacy and be lost forever?