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.
I’m back! Um… let’s leave it at that. I’ll just let all you faithful readers assume technical difficulties instead of technical laziness.
So… I’ve had names on my mind a lot lately, and, although there are no X names on our short list, I’ve come across quite a few. I figured that all those little Xaviers and, um, Xenas out there really needed something to relate to other than x-rays and xylophones. Doodle has a placemat with an entire animal alphabet on it, and what is the animal for x? An x-ray fish! What? Lame (no offense meant towards x-ray fish or lovers of said fish). Anyway, for obvious reasons, x should always stand for Xenopus! Coolest. Frog. Ever. I actually have a Xenopus. Believe it or not, my dad brought him home, as a tadpole, when I was five. This is a very old frog. I named him Astro.
Oh! Yesterday was Sunday again? I may or may not have been so wrapped up in The Two Coreys that I didn’t even notice. The drama! I also might have been distracted by the fact that it is mid-summer and I have yet to swim in a lake, paddle a canoe, sleep on a verandah, or even lay eyes on a bat. Not acceptable. So, I think Doodle, Hoob, and I are going to make a run for the border and stay at the cottage (aka my favourite place in the world) for the rest of the summer. Posts will, hopefully, resume from there.
I’ve been thinking about maps a lot lately because Doodle is seriously into Winnie-the-Pooh and wants me to look at the map of the “100 Aker Wood” about a thousand times a day so that he can show me the Bee Tree. So, I was in a mappy frame of mind when we visited one of our favourite beaches today. If asked what he would like to do at any given moment, Doodle will most likely want to go to “Papa’s Beach,” named by him after an apparently memorable trip there with one of his grandfathers. I’m pretty sure that there’s treasure buried on the island, but I haven’t been able to look for any because the island is closed until the fall because it’s a heron and egret nesting area.
Woah! Get THIS! So, I had never been on the site for this beach before, but just went to check for the date on which the island opens up again (Aug 31st, fyi), and it turns out that Captain Kidd is “reputed to have buried his treasure on the island in 1699”!!! I knew it! I hope he didn’t disturb any egrets. In equally exciting Papa’s Beach island news: apparently that is no ordinary sandbar, but rather a tombolo. It seems as though I have some changes to make to this drawing!
In honour of Fathers’ Day, I offer you another D&H PSA. You know when you go to the zoo/farm/wherever and hear parents imparting false information to their kids in the manner of experts? Yeah, I hate that. Fortunately, I didn’t have to deal with that as a kid, and I really try not to be that parent. Just admit you don’t know, people. Then look it up.
Coming soon: turtle vs. tortoise, salamander vs. lizard, alligator vs. crocodile, and, my favourite, monkey vs. ape.
I’ve been feeling slightly uninspired lately. An axolotl drawing has been on the back burner for months now, so here it is. I’m a big axolotl fan, and have wanted one for as long as I can remember. Since we move around and travel so much, any pet less portable than a dog isn’t really practical for us. I won’t even go into my “only dogs are appropriate pets because they chose to be with us instead of being captured/bred against their will” theory, lest anyone think I’m a little too sensitive. If I were to adopt an axolotl, though, I would name him Falcor, obviously. Axol Rose would be another pretty good name, but perhaps too predictable. We already know about my penchant for predictable pet names.
Pool partaaaaay! I haven’t been to a pool party in… almost three years (but it was a really good one), but I did get to swim in a pool yesterday for the first time in… almost three years, not counting toddler swimming lessons at the Y, which sooo do not count. I would have rather been in the lake, but I’ll take what I can get, and, quite honestly, it’s been many, many years since I’ve gotten up the nerve to jump in on May two-four (one of my very favourite holidays*). Today is Memorial Day in the States, which is, understandably, just not quite as festive. I’m pretty sure that my neighbour drank at least a two-four, though.
I didn’t actually intend to give this pool a face when I started this drawing. Now I feel kind of bad that its so sad. Maybe I need to do a little cut->reverse image->rotate 90 degrees clockwise->paste on his mouth.
* I included this Urban Dictionary link to aid those readers who might not be familiar with the institution that is the May two-four. I do have to take issue, though, with the use of the word “camp” in the entry for “cottage.” Who says that?