I believe I may owe Sault Ste. Marie an apology… I’ve concluded that we are still experiencing winter in April because Kaylee loves snow more than just about anything else. I should never have allowed her to watch “The Secret” (and since she’s obviously running the Universe now, I wish she loved money this much).
This is too much.
Also (and I want to be proud of this, but I’m too depressed), Sault Ste. Marie has apparently broken a national record for snowfall this year. Twice.
It’s only February, and sometimes we have snow right through April and into May. I don’t know if I can take that this year.
This is how Ky and Carson dressed to go dog-walking with me. I got to lead (or be led by) both dogs, something that hasn’t happened since late fall. They seemed to fall back into old habits pretty well at first, but I did discover one thing the hard way: both Kaylee and Ringo want to chase snow machines.
There are a lot of snow machines on the streets of Wawa.
I can ski now, though. Sort of.
My little balcony greenhouse seems to be doing surprisingly well… I really didn’t expect this. The above photo shows most of the very tiny space.
I planted this cucumber from seed in October of 2015 – it’s still really tiny, as cucumber plants go; even cucumber plants grown in pots, if my summer parking lot garden of 2015 is any indication – and yet, it’s flowering! I can see a few more buds coming, which I’m grateful for, as I think I’ll have to propagate it by hand. Wish me luck with that.
He really was a good guy – you just didn’t want to piss him off. I was an expert at pissing him off, whether I meant to or not. If there was a way to screw things up, and piss my dad off, I would manage it.
Before Kyla was born, her dad and I would go down to Teeny-Tiny Town for Christmas every year. He had two kids from his first marriage, so that made arrangements difficult. Worse, I worked in retail – in a mall – and I had two days to celebrate in: Christmas Day and Boxing Day. And those poor kids had a lot of places to be.
Our Christmas routine tended to look like this:
The dog asked me to take her to the park last night.
It was cold. It was dark. It was late at night. I did not want to run the dog; I didn’t!
She had that face on, though. If you’ve ever loved a dog, you know the face I’m talking about….
There’s something wonderful about winter walks with the dog – especially on a Sunday afternoon, when it seems like no one else in the city is out and about.
We almost always go to the same place every time – a field across from a ball diamond just a few blocks from home. We usually pop across the road to the ball field, too, but it’s almost all I can do just to get around in there, as the snow is knee deep and Kaylee spends most of her time there “swimming” in the snow – which she LOVES to do – and is much less likely to break a trail for me, like she does very generously in the spot where these photos were taken.
The 1998 Version of My Aunt Blanche…
No, really, let’s compare, shall we? If only to piss off my daughter – who tells me she’ll kill me if I post this, but then laughs out loud when she looks at this photo of herself, so I think I’m all good…
Tell me that’s not eerie…
Yes, kids, it’s time for another Aunt Blanche story…