My walk last night with the dog brought us to our favourite park and our favourite tree. I talk to this tree a lot. I mean, a lot. We’ve had entire conversations about what’s going on in my life, and last night, this tree just exuded melancholy.
I often wonder if trees get lonely, but I’m assured (yes, this tree told me) that trees reach out to each other with an extremely complicated root system as well as osmosis. It’s Continue reading “Lonely Without You”
They have arrived! Carson made himself right at home with the Cheerios… I don’t mind that so much – but he has learned to put his own boots on recently. He has also learned that Cheerios being squished under one’s boot makes a very satisfying, crunchy mess.
While Mom went out on the town with Aunty Em, Carson and I went to visit Gramma Dot. He went straight to her baking cupboard and got out the measuring cups (he also knows where to find the soda crackers, and is not shy about bringing them to Gramma Dot so that she can get him some).
As the video shows, the latest fave thing at Gramma Dot’s house is trying to figure out how to work the walker. One time, Ruby’s grandson put Carson on the seat and Ruby drove him all over the house. He’s trying to figure out how to get it moving now on his own, but so far, none of us have cracked and shown him how to work the brakes…
We had a good visit – Carson wore himself out, but of course, would not admit it. Ruby and I, on the other hand are tuckered enough to just crawl into bed now.
Terry’s Anthurium has bloomed for the first time since before he died. Kyla gave him this plant when she moved out a few years ago, and he doted on it like it was his child. I had been promising him that I would repot it for months before he got sick again, and I just never got around to it until he’d been gone for about a month.
It holds a place of honour in his old living room, where I can see it, and talk to it every day, and I hope to be able to do so for many years to come.
I was asleep when the ball dropped – woke up when the kids all called for rides home at the same time. It took me three trips, and I drive a mini-van. That’s a lot of drunken 20-somethings…
That old saw about “how you ring in the New Year is an indicator of how your year will go” is flat-out bullshit, if my January has anything to say about it, by the way. I’d have thought January would be a calm and steady same-old, same-old kind of routine month.
There are things I did as the mother of a toddler, that would totally have embarrassed me to admit, back when my now-all-grown-up little girl was still a toddler. It’s a little embarrassing to admit to those things even now, although she did survive. It’s more surprising that *I* survived, to tell the truth.
Ky was one of those kids that refused to sleep at night. I joke around with new mothers all the time, about how my kid is 20-years-old and hasn’t slept through the night yet. She wanted to sleep during the day, but that was mainly because she didn’t sleep at night. Ever. Continue reading “Motherhood Did Not Always Become Me…”
Case’s Music on Queen St. hosted the 2nd Annual Queen St. Block Party this weekend. I didn’t get to see it all – I was hampered by a 2 hour parking limit with a 15 minute walk to and from the event from the van.
Are the days of The Walk-About gone? God, I hope not – those were the best times for photos. I think I got some of my best shots on the way to events, never mind at the events.
I think if I were to admit my deepest, darkest secret, it would have to be my dream of producing music videos. I have a really fantastic, eloquent sequence for the Cake tune, “Short Skirt, Long Jacket”, but it involves Val Kilmer circa 2001 and a woman stripping on a city street, so somehow I don’t think I’ll be able to get it made anytime soon… Continue reading “I Have a Secret…”