It’s official. One owl and I have an affinity for each other.
I was crossing the street just 15 minutes ago (5 p.m.), and came up right beside my building’s sign and was startled by a little movement.
There he was in all his glory sitting on top of the sign. AND looking right at me.
I dared moving a little closer as I spoke to him (how’s it going beautiful, how’s hunting going, please don’t startle my birdies anymore, you gotta watch out for windows you know….etc). I got within 2 feet, at which point I chickened out.
The owl was still sitting there as I entered my building.
Holy crap! [Lots of shaking going on.] And no Vince around as he’s at work.
The day before I had my mastectomy, Vince took pictures of the girls. In truth, I haven’t been able to look at those pictures until now.
The digital files are now missing; most likely lost in the recent computer crash on the “older” system we have. Never thought to back up those images. Stupid me.
I was a lot more upset yesterday when I realized they were gone, but now I’m a lot better. At least I have that bust.
It is decidedly undemocratic of the Governor General to prorogue government in order to buy the current government breathing room and time, perhaps, for the coalition to fall apart.
Her Excellency should have permitted democracy to run its course and let the vote of confidence happen on Monday.
We did not elect the Conservatives as our government. It was assumed, since that party had the most votes over any one party in the last election, that they would form the government. Any coalition could have formed a government at that time as no one party had the majority.
When it became apparent that the Conservatives were not responding to the economic crisis in a fiscally responsible manner, the opposition called them on it.
By agreeing to prorogue Parliament, Her Excellency is postponing Canada’s response to the economic crisis and putting Canada on a path that may not be surmountable in January.
I am so deeply disappointed in Her Excellency. The fact that Prime Minister Harper also lied in Parliament during question period really makes me question the integrity of the man.
It’s a sad, sad day for democracy in Canada.
If you watch the news, or read columns, opinions, etc., you’ll see that Harper and the Conservatives are not well-liked.
So, how is it that the Conservatives GAINED seats this past election AND formed a minority government? Someone had to vote for them!
Sentimentality won out over practicality.
I recently went to the Out of Hand Craft Fair. I love this show; it’s about artisans who create jewellery’ furniture, clothing, food, miscellaneous.
So, as I’m walking through, there is a booth that takes standard food utensils and makes them artistic by adding metal wire and coloured glass. This booth catches my eye because it has a three-pronged fork.
Background: my mom had a three-pronged fork with a bone handle. Mom got it from her grandmother. It was used, in our household, to serve carved meat. It’s in no way similar to a meat fork. I can’t begin to guess the original intent behind her fork, but I can tell you that it wasn’t a pickle fork. Some 15+ years ago, a tine broke off this fork. Mom and I used to scour flea markets and the like looking for a replacement. We never found it, let alone any kind of fork that was three-pronged.
There were two three-pronged forks to choose from. And while I found them to be pickle/relish tray forks, I couldn’t shake my memory of Mom’s fork. So I purchased one.
And then I had a fork with no use, until I told the story to a co-worker. She suggested that I add string and hang it on my tree.
A new ornament AND a Mom memory. Mom used to love Christmas. Next to birthdays, Christmas was her favourite time of year. I love that I’ve found something to remember Mom.
I have a blackberry. It’s pink.
I almost didn’t have my blackberry. For a whole 43 hours, I thought I’d lost it. I was distraught. I was more than distraught. I was panicked and sick to my stomach.
And then it was found.
What’s the utter surprise here for me? That I am so attached to something so completely material.
Did I mention that I love my blackberry?
I need to get a life.
This falls under the obvious.
I am an email junkie.
I live by my email ~ at times. It’s the easiest and cheapest way to keep in touch with those I love and my friends.
But I have to say I’ve improved. At least come the weekends I don’t read work emails. See. That’s an improvement.
Man. I’m hopeless.
Apparently plastic surgery is not something in the immediate future for me.
I haven’t heard about any appointments yet, and I suspect that I won’t soon.
I’ve reached a good place mentally: I’d like my wings addressed, but until the moment is right, it’s okay to wait.
You might have noticed the image in the header of my blog. Please allow me to introduce you to a barred owl.
Last night, Vince and I were sitting in the living room. He was working on a model and I was reading. Then “thunk” against the side window.
We look at each other and I said I’d be happy to go on the balcony and check, but he could go first.
We turned off all the lights and Vince said to wait a minute. He walked to the side window and said that the owl was on the roof of the building next door.
I got him his camera, and voila, here is a picture of the owl.
In the meantime, I noticed something very interesting about the lovies. The were frozen in place. And I mean frozen. I could touch Jasper, stroke his feet, everything without him trying to avoid me (usual tactic number one) or biting me (the second tactic of choice). Aja was just as frozen. Only when we closed the curtain (now to be a nightly thing) and turn the lights back on did either of them move. I now know one of their defence mechanisms. It’s a little disconcerting to think of the lovies as food.
We don’t know if it’s the same owl. But it appeared okay and did fly off.
Never a dull moment.
It has been a long time since someone pointed out my accent. Yes, I said “accent”.
It was noticed fairly frequently in university, once by a linguistic prof who could actually pinpoint what part of Ontario I was from.
It’s all about my pronunciation of “a” ~ car, about, Ancaster. Or so I’m told.
I was speaking to a coworker on another floor and she asked where I was from, because of my accent. She thought I sounded like a person from her home: Nova Scotia. Makes me wonder if my Irish/English background and growing up in Ancaster have something to do with it.
A moment’s respite and amusement factor in an otherwise crazy day.