sick day
I vaguely remember a time when being sick was actually kind of fun. Being forced to slow down a bit, relax, sleep in, eat comfort food… wait – that sounds really fun. Anyway, being sick with two little kids at home is no fun at all, especially when they’re sick, too. I want a sick day.
Add comment November 23, 2009
counting down
I’m going to go ahead and file this one under “I do it to myself.” See, I got it into my head that we needed an advent calender, mostly because I was always jealous of the kids who got to eat chocolate every morning of December. Then, I figured that I would just make one. Then I had to go and make it all complicated. So, here is my current design, patiently waiting to be realized in my holiday crafting material of choice: felted wool from old sweaters. Each of the 25 thingies (everything other than the tree itself) will be a pocket for some kind of tiny treat. Hmmm… I guess I’ll need to have room for two tiny treats in a year or two. Oh! That reminds me! I also have to make a new stocking for baby, AND a birthday banner in time for her quickly approaching first birthday! Good thing I have a lot of sweaters.
Add comment November 16, 2009
loved, and were loved
While living in the States, I kind of missed the poppies every November. I like the way they stand out in a sometimes dreary month, worn on the lapels of coats freshly dug out of the closet for winter, uniting their wearers in some small way for those two weeks.
Add comment November 9, 2009
shedding light
Uhhhhh… huh. Very weird things are going on with the colour here. And my monitor hates yellow on yellow, apparently, so now my eyes are all wonky.
So, yeah… fall, it is. November and all. Hoob and I came across a scene like this in the park the other day. The barren birches must have just lost their leaves, because the ground they stood on was ablaze, as opposed to brown and crunchy. I was so distracted by the trees that I almost let Hoob go after a duck in the river. I’m very sorry to have disturbed you, duck, but don’t you think the alarm you set off was a bit much? Really? You needed to get your 200 goose friends to tell us off? Next, I suppose, you’ll be calling in the swans.
Add comment November 2, 2009
spot the spurtle
Yeah, it’s called spot the spurtle. What? You think that’s lame? Wanna make something of it? Oh, sorry. I’m reading Black Swan Green right now, and there’s a lot of scrapping of the school boy variety going on. This has me both fearing for Doodle’s impending adolescence (okay, it’s not that impending) and, just kind of, wanting to give someone a grundy.
Anyway, this was supposed to be last week’s drawing, but I ended up working on it here and there all week. Between Thanksgiving and two family birthdays, there’s been a lot of baking/cooking/general Marthaishness going on this October. Bring on the Hallowe’en costumes and Christmas knitting (French press cozies all around)! Domesticity overload! Maybe that should have been the title…
PS – thanks to Lauren, who requested this subject
PPS – thanks to Dr. T for going on about spurtles
PPPS – um, how is it that nobody has ever used the word Marthaishness online before?
1 comment October 25, 2009
purl
I’ve been knitting/thinking about knitting a lot lately. I’m trying to finish this stuuupid scarf that I started Iwon’tadmithowmany years ago so that I can get onto my Christmas aspirations. Maybe I should just start now for Christmas 2010. I’ll fake sick this year or something.
Anyway, I’ve also been thinking about sheep, while holding their once was wooliness in my hands. I figure that I’ll move to a farm one day and start a retirement home for sheep so that they don’t get muttonized. Really, it’s the least I can do, considering all they’ve done for me. Thanks, sheep.
2 comments October 5, 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.
1 comment September 28, 2009
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.
Add comment September 21, 2009
