If you have not yet grown up, and love to watch big machines dig holes in city streets, be jealous… I get this view for the whole summer, probably fall and likely into winter.
Beckers have talent. Sarrah has the most talent, though.
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).
I don’t know what was going on today with the dogs, but they were all acting weird. I couldn’t get a shot of all of them being weird at the same tim, but I did manage to snap this one of Kaylee attempting to fly, with Ernie looking on, quite intrigued, by the look of his face.
I don’t know why but it must be the “Small Town Girl” still in me – every time there is some kind of emergency in my vicinity, I get thrilled beyond my capacity. I don’t know what was going on here (I think maybe somebody “smelled gas”), but it was a very laid-back emergency. People came and went from the apartment building across the street, and the emergency crew just went about all their inspections and then just all got in their vehicles and left again.
No explanation whatsoever to all those of us who got very excited, took photos and generally did everything but mind our own business.
Kaylee nearly had my arm off today when she noticed this Chickadee up a tree. I’m absolutely certain that she thought it was a squirrel. She very nearly dragged me up the tree.
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.
I’ve had some serious “Writer’s Block” issues for the last… oh… millennium or so. I’ve come to the conclusion over the last several months that it’s not writer’s block so much as my own stubbornness that’s keeping me from writing.
But then the above event happened. In slow motion. Just like in the movies.
I had just sat down determined to Write Something, Dammit!, and was doing my “squat-sit” thing a la` this post, when I felt an odd sinking/sliding sensation, and realized that I was slowly oozing downward at a strange angle.
Eventually, I found myself in a ball on the floor, staring up at the underside of my desk.
When I managed to untangle the legs of the chair from the legs of myself, I tried to see the funny side – I kind of wished I had wired CCTV into the Belfry so I could see whether or not I had actually dissolved the chair in slow-motion or if it just felt like it – but I was just a little pissed that when I finally sat my ass down to Write Something, Dammit!, all I managed to accomplish was to collapse my only chair.
By the time I finally located the matching, unsquashed-flat chair in the lower apartment and steal it from the guy that actually lives there, I didn’t feel like writing anymore.
Ah well…. with luck, the new replacement will last me as long as the old chair did – roughly 9 years. Maybe I’ll have this book written by then, too.
Random Song-for-the-Day: “7 Years” – Lukas Graham
Tricksy the Not-Girl Cat has settled in to the point that he has taken over all the cat toys and now owns the cat tree as well. He tends not to pay much attention to it, unless Luna decides to climb it, whereupon he tears up the side of it and removes her forcibly. He then guards it like a buzzard while Luna paces at the foot of the tree, grumbling with discontent, until he falls asleep.
Tricksy is a little shit.
Random Song-for-the-Day: “Hello” – Adele