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Monday, September 29, 2008
This is Rose. She’s an old lady cat that needs a new home. Her and her sister came to me when they were kittens, but Seamus died almost three years ago and Rose hasn’t been the same since. She’s quite lonely, but would love a home with one person who’s around a lot. Too many people make her nervous, as do dogs. Actually, she hates dogs. She doesn’t like to sit on your lap, but she does like to sit beside you on the couch and have a scritch. She’s litter trained and has a wonderful singing voice.
She doesn’t like to travel, so if someone who has room for a cat in Toronto would like to adopt her, that would be ideal. I would be happy to buy a ton of litter and food for her.
I really hate doing this, but we just don’t have room for a kitty here, and I have put off dealing with it for a long time now.
:(
Heck yeah
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Nothing like a book festival to get your blood pumping. And it was an over the top, killer balloon situation to boot. Everyone wins.
Balloons
Saturday, September 27, 2008
There is nothing in the world that Ari loves more than balloons. Sometimes I think she would do pretty much anything for one. I have seen her at street fairs completely oblivious to the world around her while trying her best, using all of her powers of persuasion, to obtain a balloon. She also loves cardboard boxes, but nothing is better than a balloon.
Today we went to our storage space to do a little raiding, then we went to Ikea for ballroom fun. On the way out the door, I grabbed 2 balloons for the ride, blew them both up, then I found a Sharpie and Ari decorated the pink balloon to look like daddy, and I decorated the yellow balloon to look like a wiener dog. Hers is so hilariously awesome, I love it. I took a series of pictures so everyone could see how brilliant it is, including his butt on the back.
And his pig nose, ha ha ha. The beard’s crazy accurate too!
The world according to me
Saturday, September 27, 2008
I love reading. I love curling up with a book and losing myself for a few hours. If I don’t read before sleeping, I feel like I don’t sleep at all. There are a few books I read over and over again and they don’t get boring. One of them is The World According to Garp by John Irving. Most of his books are great, although at this point, his writing is getting repetitive. Garp is so good, though, and each read through I find something new, something I had skipped or forgotten. It’s like going home.
As you can see, my copy is old and pretty much on it’s last legs. I keep repairing it with tape and hoping it lasts one more round. You can also tell, from the cover, that this copy, printed in 1978, predates the (brilliant) movie version of the book. John Lithgow is pure genius in it.
I would also heartily recommend Hotel New Hampshire and Cider House Rules, also by John Irving.
ps. I will also recommend not calling my phone with a blocked number. I realize who it is, thanks, your subtlety is wonderful. Please leave me out of your exciting, dramatic life.
Dar
Friday, September 26, 2008
I went to see the Blue Jays play their second to last game at the Rogers Centre (formerly known as the SkyDome) on Wednesday night, and this spelling error on the Jumbotron made me laugh:
Can you see it? Here it is closer:
Because at a BASEBALL game it’s hard to spell BASEBALL words. Chad Moeller is a catcher, not a catacher. It took me a minute of staring at it, I am not a baseball fan nor a fan of organized team sports in general, wondering if it was a word I just wasn’t familiar with, or perhaps his middle name. Haha.
The powers that be did fix it before he struck out, if you were wondering. And I was being paid to attend this game, if you wondered about that too.
Love is strong as death
Sunday, September 21, 2008
It’s true. And I am such a softy that I got all choked up in the cemetery reading people’s letters to their departed loved ones.
That’s my bee bee
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Since I don’t have a Bea, I will make do with these bees I saw today at Riverdale Farm. Bumble bees seem to be super busy this time of year, and these were covered in pollen, quickly dashing from flower to flower trying to make their quota. While I don’t like honey at ALL, I do like fruit and flowers and all the other things that bees help along the way.
Party time, excellent
Saturday, September 20, 2008
I went to a wedding reception with what turned out to be the best date for events. One of us socialized with co workers, one of us crawled under chairs. One of us ate 2 helpings of roast beef, one of us made the bride count how many times they could jump up and down. It was a great evening!
Thanks and Love to Jen and Matt!
I mean, it was a great evening once we arrived. Traffic was crazy, CRAZY on the way. Took almost an hour to get downtown, a drive that would be half that normally, but the Gardiner ‘Expressway’ was closed, forcing all cars onto King, Queen and Dundas. And a movie was being filmed on University, stopping all traffic from crossing as a helicopter cruised up and down at eyebrow level and security guards tried to stop pedestrians from getting anywhere. We were only a little late and no one minded a bit!
Dishes
Friday, September 19, 2008
I inherited my grandmother’s good china, from her first wedding (?) a while ago, and I wish I had some real use for it. I’d always been told it was “Mother’s Aynsley”, and assumed that was true, but upon unpacking it all today, out of curiosity, I realized that was incorrect. Some if it is Aynsley (that’s the dishes with the red to the edge), but some of it is called Wendover (the dishes with a cream outer band). And there are 2 tea saucers called Limoges (white with a gold leaf print band). So, I was wrong, Em, I thought it was all Limoges.
Makes me wish I had dinner parties.
One of the tea cups didn’t survive, which is sad, and another looked like it had broken and been glued back together by a blind person. I liked looking at the newspaper everything was wrapped in, from 1991 and 1993, and found a couple crosswords to fill in, AND an article about comic book artists in Toronto, my old favourites, Joe Matt, Chester Brown and