Jul 6, 2020

Megameter Monday



megameter ~ instrument for determining longitude by observing stars

When the grandbaby was over for a swim on the weekend, she showed off her toenails which had been painted a sea-green. So yesterday I thought “why not?” and pulled out my various bottles of nail polish. After much deliberation I chose a bright red and proceeded to paint my toenails . . . and part of my toes.

To be fair, the nail polish was a little on the drippy side, but I honestly can’t remember ever making such a mess of nail polish before. I did manage to clean it up enough that it didn’t look like I dipped my toes in blood, but it took some doing. Guess I’m a little out of practice.

I now understand where the expression “it’s muggy outside” came from. It’s an accurate description of hot, humid weather. You step outside and it feels like you’ve been mugged. We had a heat warning in effect all of last week and it’s continuing on into this week too. I have now fully embraced the whole ‘close up the windows and turn on the central air’. Even when there’s not a lot of difference in the temperature, there’s a huge difference in the humidity.

It’s a good think my gardens are pretty low maintenance, I haven’t had to brave the heat to do much to them. But the beans, peas, and tomatoes all have blossoms on them, so pretty soon I’ll have to be getting out there with my basket to pick beans.

Meanwhile, this year’s bumper crop from my neighbour has been leaf lettuce. Every few days there’s a knock on my door and another bag of lettuce is handed over. It’s really good lettuce too, and perfect for wraps.

Speaking of sharing, the daughter had some Amish Friendship Bread starter that she shared with me a few weeks ago. I dutifully did the mushing and the adding, and at the appropriate time I divided it. And then I figured, why not give the recipients a taste of what they’ll end up with and made three mini loaves to include with the starter and instructions when I passed it along.

Well, serves me right for not reading the instructions. One of the ingredients was pudding mix, which I don’t keep in my cupboard. So halfway through mixing the dough it was off to the store I went, stood in line to get in, stood in line to check out, then came home and finished my bread. Oh, the things we do to get rid of that Amish starter. LOL

Yesterday morning I decided to have my morning coffee out on the deck. It was already starting to warm up, but the neighbourhood was quiet and I could hear the bells from one of the churches playing hymns.

What a peaceful start to the week – I hope it keeps up.

Jun 29, 2020

Megameter Monday

megameter ~ instrument for determining longitude by observing stars

A few weeks ago I posted a picture I’d taken last year of one of the neighbourhood foxes and lamented about not seeing the foxes much anymore. Well, I may not see them in our backyard, but that doesn’t mean they’re not still in the neighbourhood.

One evening around suppertime, I saw this little guy and his mother just up the crescent:



His mother disappeared into a culvert as soon as she saw me coming, but this little guy stayed around to have a chat. They make the weirdest noises! He actually posed for several pictures before getting bored. He trotted up the driveway he was sitting on and disappeared into a back yard.

I think the people in that house are putting food out for them – and if they are it’s a very misguided kindness. While I appreciate being able to get close enough to almost touch him, not everyone looks on the foxes kindly. It’s never a good idea for wildlife to become too trusting of humans.

That being said, I would totally put food out for the wildlife if I lived further out in the country where people are fewer and further between. :-)

It’s kind of ironic that I’ve always lived right on the edge of town but it’s only been since the area’s started to build up that we’re seeing more wildlife. We never saw foxes or coyotes when I was a kid and we had woods and fields all around us. We didn’t even have raccoons or rabbits raiding my mother’s substantial garden (more than half an acre).

Now there’s only one small patch of woods that’s being protected, and the fields have been ploughed under for subdivisions.

In other news . . . I freaked myself out yesterday when I thought I’d lost the bookmarks icon off my browser’s menu bar. I’d bookmarked a couple of my favourite “match 3” games so I wouldn’t have to keep scrolling through the entire page, and next thing I knew my bookmarks were missing from the menu bar. I could add bookmarks, I just couldn’t access my bookmark list.

The ones I have sitting on the menu bar, the ones I use most frequently, were still there, but the rest of them were gone. And worse, I had no idea how to get them back. I cautiously checked a couple of settings in my browser but didn’t want to make things worse. Then I just happened to notice a folder where there wasn’t a folder before.

I don’t know what I clicked on or how I did it, but somehow I moved my bookmarks folder from the right side of the menu bar to the left.

Man, I tell you. Some days it just isn’t worth chewing through the restraints!

Jun 22, 2020

Multifid Monday

multifid ~ having many divisions

Well, I don’t know how things are going where you are, but in my neck of the woods things are cautiously starting to open up again. In fact, we’ve even had a few visits from the grandbaby. Guess who the first one into the pool was this year?



FYI The temperature of the water was only 76F. :-)

The circumstances of our visits weren’t the best, however. My son-in-law’s mother was very sick and Thursday night she passed away. No, it wasn’t from COVID-19, it was cancer. The really sad part was that she was in a seniors residence which meant she was on lock-down and the S-I-L was unable to help her out or even visit her for the last several weeks.

As I said, we’ve had a couple of visits with the grandbaby while her parents were off doing the things that needed to be done. She’s cuter than ever – still has a band of imaginary friends and she’s even smarter than she was three months ago. She’s colouring inside the lines now and had no trouble figuring out how our new fan worked. LOL

I finally got the rest of the plants for my garden and everything is doing well. I think I’m going to have to try my hand at pickling beets this year – I’m going to have a bumper crop. I’ve heard you can pickle string beans too, which might be interesting. Of course I’ll have to find the wherewithal to do so first.

I finally broke down and turned on the central air yesterday. It’s not that I have anything against being cool, it’s just I hate having to close all the windows. But when I was starting to feel overheated by mid-morning and I wasn’t even being all that active, it was time to turn on the A/C.

We’ve never had central air before, but it was part of the new furnace we had installed in January. It wasn’t hard to figure out how to flip it from heat to cold, but it did take some adjusting to find the right temperature.

When we used the window unit in the dining room we had it set it for about 68F. With the furnace I started out at 70F, and then inched it up to about 75F. I like it cool, but not too cold. I think the problem is that it’s a little warmer in the hallway where the thermostat is than the rest of the house.

Oh, well. I’m sure I’ll get it right eventually.

Jun 8, 2020

Monochroic Monday

monochroic ~ of one colour

I don’t know about the weather where you are, but here in Southern Ontario it’s been up and down like a yo-yo. In the space of a couple of days we from “should I wear a winter coat or a spring coat” to “how little clothing can I legally get away with,” and as soon as I changed my closet over to summer clothes it got cool again. Every day’s a new adventure – warm or cold? windy or calm? dry or drizzly?

I did get my vegetable garden planted, and for the first couple of weeks it looked like this:



Then we got a whole day and night of steady rain and suddenly it looked like this:



Okay, this picture was taken like a week later, but you could almost see the seeds spouting in the rain. It was crazy.

For those of you curious about such things, the garden in the front has green beans, carrots, yellow beans, and peas. The garden at the back has the tomatoes my neighbour started for me (and who are NOT happy to be outside), beets, and pumpkins. I still haven’t found any pepper plants so there’s also a bare patch in there.

We were very happy that most of the plants in the pond garden came back up this year, and the plants along the back fence.



And we have a new addition to Kelsey Park:



Years ago I painted this horse for my father-in-law for the cottage, and when they sold the cottage it came back to me. The colours were not my choice and I fully intend to re-paint it when we bring it back in, but that will be a project for the winter.

May 18, 2020

Minimuscular Monday



minimuscular ~ tiny

There were a couple of days that were nicely foggy last week, and I do love me a good fog, but it was also kind of rainy so I didn’t want to risk my good camera by going out and taking pictures. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.

The picture above is one I took last summer, of our neighbourhood fox waiting patiently for the daughter to take his picture. After we put the big fence up last year we didn’t see much of the foxes in our backyard, but there was a bit of a gap under one part of the fence at the back where they could crawl under and then leave again by a different gap. However, the neighbour behind us jammed some bricks in the gap so no more wildlife save for squirrels.

UPS took pity on me and delivered five more Nora Roberts books over the course of last week and so far I’ve only read one of them. I’m trying to make them last because I prefer the trade size paperbacks and once I’m done them I’ll have to start getting the mass market editions.

As my nod to the holiday weekend where tradition says it’s time to start gardening, I planted some bulbs on Saturday. I had more black lilies than I realized and planted a cluster in the center of the little square garden with the lamp post in it in the front, and two clusters behind the fountain in the pond garden at the back. The rest I gave to the daughter when they stopped by – the grandbaby wanted to show off her bike-riding prowess and biked all the way over to our house (with her parents and the dog walking alongside).

I also had some miniature iris that went in a corner of the front garden as well as the pond garden, something I can’t remember the name of that I have my doubts will grow at all because the bulbs seemed dried out to me, and four bleeding hearts spaced along the back fence.

If it stops raining again, maybe I’ll think about getting the vegetable garden started this week. At least the peas and beans.

May 11, 2020

Manubrial Monday



manubrial ~ shaped like a handle

So . . . how’s everybody doing these days? Getting tired of your own company? Need help digging the hole for the bodies? Those voices in your head starting to make sense?

There seems to be two kinds of people observing the social distancing: those who are taking advantage of all this time to themselves and getting an amazing amount of stuff done, and those who . . . don’t. Needless to say, I fall into the latter category.

What have I been doing lately?

Yesterday I baked – brownies, mini chocolate chip banana muffins, and a pumpkin bread. And I gave them all away because I’ve gained seven pounds since the pandemic started. And because I’m diabetic and shouldn’t eat a lot of that stuff.

I ran out of Nora Roberts books to read last Monday or maybe it was Tuesday. Yes, I have other stuff to read, but I’m kind of stuck on Nora these days. I had two more books that were supposed to arrive on Thursday, but there’s no sign of them yet.

I took a day in front of the TV to work on my stitchery. I started an appliqué piece when I was able to meet with the stitchery group, and I mustered up some renewed interest in it. It’s more fabric art than appliqué to my mind, and I have ideas for two or three more pieces.

Yesterday was Mother’s Day, and the daughter and her family dropped by. They parked in the driveway so we could have a socially distant visit. We froze our butts off, but it was worth it. I didn’t get hugs, but I did get to cuddle my first grandbaby, their dog Bishop. Wasn’t quite the same, but it was better than nothing.

The picture at the top of this post is of my gifts. Aren’t they beautiful? The pressed flowers were all from their garden (I put the sheet of white paper behind it to show them off a little better). And I love the felt flowers too – they did Aunt Florence proud (an aunt we used to do a lot of crafts with).

Anyway, that’s what I’ve been up to. How about you?

Apr 13, 2020

Multiflorous Monday



multiflorous ~ many-flowered

So here’s the thing. If you thought my life was boring before COVID-19, that was nothing compared to now.

Pretty much the only time I leave the house is to grocery shop – which has become more and more of a trial each week. The weather’s been pretty grey and crappy, but we did have one day nice enough to get outside and pick the sticks up off the front and back yard. Still too early to plant anything though, and I have to wonder if the stores are going to be getting any bedding plants in anyway.

The world seems to be divided into two types of people right now: those who follow the rules and observe social distancing, and those who think they’re impervious and the rest of us are making too big a deal out of this. It’s the latter group who need to grow up, pull their heads out of the sand, and start toeing the line or the pandemic will just keep dragging out.

I think the worst part is the uncertainty. As I mentioned on my other blog we have no clue how long this is going to last. Events that had been rescheduled for later in the summer are starting to get cancelled, as are events that had been scheduled for the fall. The government sets a time-line and constantly revises it.

On Saturday the daughter parked in our driveway so we could visit and give the grandbaby her Easter present. While it was nice to see my girls in person, it was hard not being able to give them a hug. We tried to video chat on Sunday for dinner, but the camera in my lap top wouldn’t work. We could see them, but they couldn’t see us. Still, I guess it was better than nothing.

I’ve been trying to keep busy – reading, writing, doing stitchery – and I’ve been watching more T.V. than I used to. I confess I’ve been getting hooked on the home renovation shows: Love It or List It, Love It or List It Vancouver (with properties costing 2 and 3 million dollars – what do these people do for a living?), Flip or Flop . . .

Got lots of books, lots of craft supplies, lots of electricity for my writing gizmos. I will survive, I’m sure.

So will we all.

Mar 30, 2020

Monophylletic Monday

monophylletic ~ descended from a common evolutionary ancestor or ancestral group

Just so you know, I’m not enjoying the forced social isolation as much as I thought I would. As a matter of fact, I’m finding it’s a lot like the books we had to read for English class in high school. It’s great when you do it of your own free will, but another thing altogether when you’re forced to.

I can’t say that I’ve been making good use of all this extra time on my hands. Mostly I’ve been reading or playing solitaire on the computer. For variety I’ll do a hidden objects game or on-line jigsaw puzzle. It’s hard to generate motivation when the world is going to hell in a handbasket.

Sometimes I muster a little energy to do something constructive though. I’ve been plugging away at my appliqué piece for the Stitchery Guild, but the light’s not so great in the living room/dining room area and I can only work on it when it’s sunny out, which it hasn’t been much lately. But I did finally finish the sweater for the grandbaby.

I had so many problems with it I started calling it ‘the cursed sweater.’ First the darker turquoise I’d chosen for the yoke wasn’t the right weight of yarn, a fact I didn’t realize until it was finished with the ends tucked in.

With a lot of patience and good light (and a great deal of cursing) I was able to unravel the yoke which included the button bands and collar. And I ended up with two extra stitches on my knitting needs. Oh, well. Better two too many than two too few.

Then I had to figure out where the middle of the sweater was again. Not an easy task when you’re working on circular needles. But I figured it out and the new yoke went on fairly quickly. Then I finished it and . . . overlapped the button bands the wrong way and sewed them in place with the button holes on the inside.

*sigh*

And of course I didn’t figure that out until I’d tied up the loose ends and skillfully woven them into the sweater. OMG! I sweated over getting that piece apart again, I tell you what! It taxed my patience but I got apart and sewed it back up, and sewed on the bunny buttons because the grandbaby loves bunnies, and here she is, modeling the finished sweater:



Isn’t she adorable?

And totally worth everything I went through for that sweater.

Mar 16, 2020

Melismatic Monday



melismatic ~ florid in melody

How much things have changed in such a short space of time . . .

This time last week the Coronavirus (or COVID-19 if you prefer), was just something that was happening overseas. Didn’t really affect us unless we were travelling. Now it’s a pandemic and we’re pretty much on lock down.

Schools are closed, trips are being cancelled, businesses are closing up . . . the NBA and the NHL have suspended their games, the Juno awards have been cancelled . . . grocery stores are emptying out of stock faster than you can say “toilet paper.” We’ve been told to avoid social gatherings and stay at home whenever possible.

The March Break (which is this week) has been extended by two weeks, coinciding with the closing of many family friendly venues – Neb’s Funworld, the YMCA, the Cobourg Community Centre. Several daycares have closed their doors temporarily as well, which begs the question, what are parents going to do with their kids for three weeks?

For myself, this week’s poetry reading has been cancelled, tai chi classes have been suspended, and I suspect I’ll be getting word any time now that the Stitchery Guild meetings will be suspended.

My normal strategy for the weekly grocery shopping on Fridays is to hit Walmart at 7 a.m. when it opens, then No Frills at 8 a.m. when it opens. Walmart was nightmare. I’ve never seen it so busy, even at Christmas during a half price sale. No Frills was downright terrifying. People were buying non-perishables by the case, and bottled water and paper products (toilet paper, tissues, paper towels) by the cartload.

Seriously, do they really believe buying a year’s worth of toilet paper is going to keep them from getting sick? Wash your hands, people. And stop touching your faces!

Mar 9, 2020

Magnetograph Monday



magnetograph ~ instrument for recording measurements of magnetic fields

A funny thing happened to that sweater I was knitting for the grandbaby. The contrast yarn I bought was a lighter weight than the main yarn. The colour was good, but the yoke is kind of . . . stretchy. And the collar (which is made from the heavier, main colour yarn) looked kind of small. And I didn’t notice how bad the overall effect was until I’d completely tied up loose ends and finished it up right.

*sigh*

At the very least I plan to unravel the collar and re-do it in a larger size. At best I’m hoping that if I get the collar off I might be able to unravel the rest of the yoke and re-do it in a different, heavier yarn. But no rush. Spring appears to be here so it won’t be needed until next winter anyway.

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The annual Vintage Clothing Show was on this weekend, and the daughter and I made the pilgrimage up to Toronto to see what treasures they had to offer. This is the second time we’ve gone and it’s turning into kind of a nice mother/daughter tradition.

We got there a lot earlier than the last time, and were glad we did – by the time we broke for lunch it was getting really people-y in there. I found the price discrepancies from vendor to vendor very interesting. Some places seemed reasonable, others bordered on ludicrous.

And speaking of ludicrous, lunch was insane. Our choice was a $7 hotdog or a $9 bagel sandwich. A bottle of water was $4.50. If we had realized how little we had left to see, we would have skipped lunch at the show and walked over to the nearby Starbucks afterwards.

Still, we managed to come away happy. The daughter snagged a gorgeous poufy skirt for a song – apparently the guy selling it couldn’t read his own hand writing. I found a matching jacket and skirt with lots of beadwork and appliqué for a less modest price. They’re a little too fancy to be worn together, in my opinion, but they'll look great with other stuff.

The picture above was taken at the show. The doll heads looked a lot creepier in person than they do in the picture. And yes, those are real ducklings on the bottom left – not live, of course, which made them also creepy.

We came away from our excursion with money left over, so we stopped at the Oshawa Costco on the way home. I’m sure I’ve mentioned this Costco before, it’s the one I found annoying because everything is backwards to the one I’m used to, and the customers are really mean.

Well, now I have a witness. The daughter didn’t like it either. It kind of sucked all the fun out of going to Costco for us. And why go to Costco if you can’t have fun?

All in all, despite Costco, we had a really great day.

Mar 2, 2020

Mustelid Monday



mustelid ~ otters, badgers and weasels

I was hoping to have a picture of the grandbaby’s sweater for you today, but as the typing of this post it isn’t quite finished yet. But it’s close, very close. However, it’s a good thing I made it a size larger because it’s a heavy sweater and the long range forecast is for above freezing temperatures. It might be next year before she has a chance to wear it.

Instead the above picture is of the nifty craft case I went all the way to the Peterborough Costco for. The hubby and I saw it last week (?) when we were there and although he urged me to get it, I wasn’t so sure I’d be able to use it. I was thinking stitchery stuff at the time.

But that was before I attended the Stitchery Guild’s appliqué workshop. The pieces we were creating weren’t just appliqué, they were more like fabric art, which included lace and ribbon and assorted doodads. And wouldn’t that craft case come in hand for all that stuff? Of course it would. The only thing that kept me from going earlier in the week for it was the weather. LOL

So Saturday morning I hied me to Costco and bought the case. And since I was in Peterborough anyway, I also stopped at Michaels (you know, the giant craft palace). I honestly didn’t need to stop there because I had more than enough doodads at home to fill the case, but you know how it is. Craft Store.

One of things I scored there was a set of beading needles that had collapsible eyes. I used to do a lot of beadwork – one year for Christmas I beaded dragons on velvet bags for a select group of friends – but it was hard enough to thread those beading needles when I had perfect vision. Now that my vision is much dimmer it’s pretty much impossible, so it’s been a few years since I’ve done any beading. Now, however . . .

Anyway, after a lot of debate I decided to use the case for beadwork and fabric art. I could have used one side for stitchery stuff, but I already have a bag that works for that, and the beading/fabric art stuff seems to just fit together.

The case is nicely compact, but the picture doesn’t do justice to just how much it holds. Each side has two layers, and the dividers are removable so you can make the rows as short or long as you want. My only complaint is that although there are a couple of large compartments, they’re not large enough to hold works in progress.

So . . . in my case you’ll find glass seed beads, sequins, charms, larger glass beads, jewelry hardware, needles, wire, thread, and all my beading odds and ends. Believe it or not, I didn’t fit everything in there – I still have a plastic bin with wooden beads, regular seed beads, cords, beading looms, and bigger, bulkier supplies.

Now the push is on to finish that sweater so I can get at some stitchery. I was off to a slow start with my ideas for the appliqué piece, but now I know exactly how I want to lay it out and how I can enhance it with some beadwork – if those new beading needles work.

And once I’m finished that piece, I have ideas for two larger pieces.

Things are about to get very creative around here.

Feb 24, 2020

Mousseline Monday



mousseline ~ very fine glassware

Thursday was a really good day for me last week. First of all, I scored a couple of extra shirts at Tai Chi. When you sign up you get a plain, navy blue shirt with the Taoist Tai Chi logo on it and it’s pretty boring. Even more so when you’re surrounded by people who’ve been doing it for years and they have a variety of “pretty” shirts.

It used to be you could just buy more shirts, but because the Taoist Tai Chi is a charitable organization and the tax laws have since changed, you can’t do that any more. At least not in Canada. If you want a new shirt you pretty much have to go to Florida to buy one.

However, one of the other newbies and I were whining begging asking one of the instructors about new shirts and she just happened to come into possession of several gently used shirts and offered them to us. They weren’t exactly my colours (I took a pale green one and a bright orange one) but beggars can’t be choosers. Squeaky wheel gets the grease! Or in my case the shirt.

The other notable event on Thursday was my poetry reading. One thing I discovered with selecting (and rejecting) poems for the reading is that I have a lot of poetry. I really need to start doing something with it.

The reading went well; I stuck with forms, which is what I do best. And I ended with my favourite form, the parody, just to leave ‘em laughing. Several people came up to me to make positive comments, and the guest poet even told me he’d never heard of several of the forms I used. Go me!

The only other excitement for the week was the trip hubby and I made to Costco on Wednesday. This also included a trip to Chapters where he spent more money than I did (a LOT more) and a quick trip through the mall. We finished it off with dinner at the Keg, using the gift card the grand baby gave us for Christmas.

It’s just a thrill a minute around here, I tell you what. :-D

Feb 17, 2020

Miniaceous Monday



miniaceous ~ colour of reddish lead

I’m still waiting for the super cold, super snowy winter the weatherman promised in the fall. We’ve had a couple of really cold days (like Friday when we had extreme cold warnings in effect), but they usually warm right up again the next day. And while Newfoundland has been hit hard with the snow this year apparently they prefer to keep it all to themselves. We haven’t even had enough for a proper snow day.

*sigh*

As I’ve mentioned previously, I’ve been going to Tai Chi twice a week and I’m finally starting to feel if not like I almost know what I’m doing, then at least less klutzy as I go about it. For the most part it’s a friendly group to be part of, and during one of the breaks I was talking to a couple of ladies about stitchery crafts and next thing I know they invited me to check out their group.

I don’t usually do all that great in new, social situations, but I sucked it up and went to their next meeting. I have to say, I’m glad I did. If I thought the Tai Chi group was friendly, they have nothing on the stitchery group. And talented! Boy howdy those ladies have mad stitching skills.

They were also pretty chatty, and through the course of the morning as they talked about the various other groups they were part of made me realize how insular I’ve become. I didn’t even know most of these other groups existed!

That’s not to say I’m going to run out and join them all, but I will be joining this one. They only meet twice a month and it’ll be a fun way to while away the time. For sure it’s revived my interest in my crafts. I’m not sure when or why I got away from them, but it’ll be nice to use up some of those supplies just gathering dust.

This week I’ve also got a poetry reading to prepare for. I spent Sunday morning struggling over a bio to send the MC. I wish her luck. Compared to most of the other poets who’ve done readings, I’m pretty boring – I’ve lived in the same place all my life and haven’t really done a whole lot. No awards or recognition, just piles of unpublished poems.

Feb 3, 2020

Maculose Monday



maculose ~ spotted

You know how some people binge watch a series on Netflix? Well I kind of did the same thing during my unintended absence, only with me it was binge reading. And when I say binge reading, I mean it. I did very little except read since my last blog post.

I bought myself a book late in the fall to save as my reward for completing the National Novel Writing challenge in November. While I did complete the challenge, I didn’t really have a lot of time to read, seeing as how Christmas was looming over me. But after the Christmas madness was over, I pretty much sat down and did nothing but read my new book.

Then I decided I didn’t want the story to end, so I started reading the entire series from the beginning. All thirty of them. It was the Lynsay Sands Argeneau series, in case anyone is curious. And then I started in on several of the Nora Roberts trilogies, most of which I had to buy first. Indigo/Chapters loves me right now. :-)

So . . . what brought on this bout of reading madness? Might have been burn out from the holidays, might have been a symptom of my annual New Year’s depression, might have been my way of escaping the world. Probably a bit of all three. To be honest, I’m not going to worry about it too much seeing as it seems to be passing now.

In any case, that is my explanation for my rather lengthy absence.

Needless to say, the world kept spinning but it was pretty much spinning without me, so I really don’t have much more to say. I’ve go to Tai Chi twice a week, grocery shop once a week, and make family dinner on Sundays. For a brief time I thought about getting a companion cat for Dante (my remaining cat), but I talked myself out of it. Probably for the best.

I don’t really see anything new or exciting on the horizon, so the blog posts may be a little spotty still. I’ve been doing this blog for 12 years now. Could it be I’m finally running out of things to say?

Jan 6, 2020

Merdivorous Monday

merdivorous ~ dung-eating

Well, the holiday is finally, officially over. We had the last family get together on Saturday, and yesterday I took the tree down. The decorations have been put away; all that’s left are the cookies.

As far as 2020 goes, so far I’m not impressed. Not only did the holiday drag out far too long, but on Friday we had to say farewell to another one of our furbabies. Last year around this time it was our oldest cat, Taz, this year it was his son Romulus (Romi for short).

Romi was our basement cat. He liked to sleep in the basement and the last few years he only came up for meals and the occasional nap in the sun. He was large, but sweet natured and the least trouble of any cat we know.

He was the reason we have short bookcases along the upstairs railing. The railing in the upstairs hallway is open, looking down onto the stairs and landing. When the boys were kittens they used to like to play in the upstairs hallway and jump up on the railing to wrestle. One day, while wrestling with his brother, Romi fell off the railing onto the stairs, breaking his palate – I didn’t even know a cat could do that.

It wasn’t a serious injury (according to the vet we rushed him to) and it healed on its own, but that’s when I bought the bookcases. I couldn’t keep those darned kittens off the railing, but I could at least give them something a little more solid besides the railing to play on.

Romi was sweet, and quiet, and sixteen years old. His health had been declining steadily over the last year or so and when he started refusing food we knew something wasn’t right. Unfortunately, he had a lot more wrong with him than a lack of appetite and the kindest thing we could do was to let him go.

We’ll miss you Romi, especially your brother Date who’s been wandering around the house looking for you.

R.I.P. my old friend. Say hi to your mommy Panda, your daddy Taz, your brother Julius, and your sister Josie when you cross the rainbow bridge.


Jan 1, 2020

Happy New Year!



happy ~ delighted, pleased, or glad, as over a particular thing

Normally this is where I’d be sharing thoughts on the past year, or at the very least be figuring out the game plan for the year ahead, however I haven’t had time to think about either. This has been like the holiday that never ends.

First of all, I don’t know about you, but Christmas felt particularly un-Christmasy this year. The tree was up and decorated, the shopping was done, the cookies were baked, but there just seemed to be something missing. Could it have been . . . snow?

We had a teaser of snow the weekend before Christmas, but that Monday it warmed right up and by the end of the day it was gone. And it has stayed warm and overcast ever since – sometimes rainy, sometimes windy, but always grey and dismal. Great White North my Aunt Fanny!

And having the holidays fall in the middle of the week threw me right off too. My days got all muddled up. Plus between us leaving town for visits and people coming to town for visits Christmas has been spread out right through this coming weekend.

That being said, Christmas wasn’t all bad. There was lots of good food and lots of good company. And did I mention the cookies? I may have had a wider variety of cookies than the daughter, but she beats me hands down in the decorating department.

Two standout presents from the hubby were a Kitchen Aid stand mixer and tickets to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra (one of my all time favourites). I got the mixer before Christmas and I gotta tell you, I don’t know how I ever lived without one. It’s amazing! If you do a lot of baking (like I used to), don’t wait, go get one now!

Yesterday was another busy day, so we rang in the New Year with pizza and a marathon of Lost in Space (the new season is out on Netflix). Do we know how to party or what? LOL

Today was a little quieter, and I’m still playing catch-up. My office is almost to the point where I can use the vacuum in it, but I’m not quite there yet. The tree is still up, I don’t have a new calendar or a new journal, but I’m hoping by Monday things will be back to normal.

Maybe I’ll even have some goals for the year ahead.