Archive for September, 2009
good drying day
Uhhhh… huh. This is kind of strange and I’m not sure how it evolved, but I assure you that there is nothing sinister going on here. I’ve had tails on the brain since the other day when Doodle announced that he would like a tail just like Hoob’s. I also have laundry on the brain way more than I’d like to, and today was, in fact, a good drying day. So, there you go. Next week: mice swimming in a sink full of dishes.
13 degrees Celsius
While we were at my parents’ house this summer, Doodle and I spent plenty of time “taking care of” the pond at the back of their yard. In addition to feeding the fish too much, Doodle also assigned himself the task of skimming any and all leaves off of the surface of the water. This task usually began by finding leaves to throw into the water so that there would, in fact, be something to skim off. That boy is, um… helpful.
Speaking of being helpful, now that I’m back in Ontario, I’m going to have to remember to make myself scarce on the weekend that my parents decide that it’s time to take the fish in for the winter. They have about six thousand fish that are transfered, annually, to a converted chest freezer in the basement. The hardest to catch are the scores of new, tiny, camouflage brown babies. Hummm… aren’t goldfish supposed to be able to freeze solid? Perhaps a science experiment is in order.
if you need me…
… I’ll be right here. Well, that’s where I’ve been, anyway. This summer has been full of packing, driving, border crossings, immigration problems, solo parenting, and a whole lot of waiting. Doodle, Hoob, the baby and I found ourselves waiting for dad, all of our stuff, and our new place much longer than planned. Thankfully, we had somewhere pleasant to do our waiting and some good friends to help us wait.
So, now we’re reunited, kind of settled, approaching back to normal, and open for business.
