isolated elements

In CT, we were pretty close to two aquaria, both of which we visited several times and really enjoyed.  So, I was really disappointed to confirm my suspicion that there isn’t an aquarium in all of Ontario.  Our closest aquarium would have been the super old and cool looking Belle Isle Aquarium in Detroit, but it closed in 2005.

Because we’re away from home for long stretches of time and I generally strive to avoid killing things, we don’t have any fish of our own.  This goes for all pets other than Hoob, who travels with us or stays at Grandma’s.  I’m pretty sure that I need some marimo, though.

13 degrees Celsius

fishpond blog

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.

happy poisson d’avril!

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I get excited every year as April Fool’s Day approaches. I’m not sure why, though, since I’ve never really fooled anyone, been the fool, or even been witness to an exceptionally great fooling. Still, when noon rolls around each April 1st, I can’t help but feel a little disappointed, like an opportunity has been lost. Maybe Doodle and I will fold up a bunch of paper fish and stick them on some unsuspecting backs this Tuesday morning. “Hi, Landlord! Here’s your rent cheque and… Oooh! Poisson’d!” This is my year, folks! Updates on Wednesday.

Oh yeah, and for all you medievalists and (early) early modernists – happy new year!

Update: check out my fishy etsy treasury!