Dear Toronto office:

I've got nothing. Didn't you say you had something?

I'm sure you said you had something.

Oh, and today's photo? I think that's where the foxes across the street from my father's house are living. It was formerly the cellar of a house that was torn down. Fitting that there are new neighbours, I guess.

I'm going to go... I dunno... maybe draw something now. I actually managed another new doodle, you know. That's got to be a record for me lately.

Pointless photo of the day:

Blue flax, in case you wondered, is one of my favourite flowers. I could take pointless photos of blue flax all day.

They'd all look pointlessly similar, but I could do it.

Anyway.

I'm not going to bother with pretending to blather today, because I got busy with something else and now I have other things to do.

Er, so there.

I guess.

I dunno. Probably something whingerific.

I'd like to say something twitty about being as non-happy as a cat on a leash, but the fact is that Max likes his leash because Max knows that the only way Max gets to go outside is if Max is on his leash.

And yes, Max really does drag that retractable dog leash around the yard with him.

He's a very determined cat, is Max. Too "determined" for the lighter leash my father used to have for him.

Emphasis on the used to.

Has it become too obvious that I don't have anything in mind to blog about?

I suppose I could blog about being back on the weekend shift for the rest of the summer, but there's not too much to say about that besides... well, besides saying that I'm back to working the weekend shift for the rest of the summer. Erm, not that I'm only working weekends. I work other days too, at least on weeks when my stomach hasn't decided to rebel against the work world in general and hold me hostage in my apartment for a while.

And how is the stomach, you ask?

Eh. All right, I suppose. Or at least a bit righter than it was earlier in the week.

I ate supper last night, for one thing. That was new. Took a while to figure out if it was a good idea to eat supper, but I guess things turned out ok.

Unlike this aimless blog post.





Would it be all right with everyone if I put this thing out of its misery?

Ok then.

We'll do just that.

You want to know what sucks?

No, not the photo. Pay attention. We'll get to the photo in a moment.

What sucks is feeling sick (in the North American sense) enough that you can't properly brush your teeth because you're worried that brushing your teeth might bring on another round of sick (in the British sense this time).

Yeah. It's been a fun couple of days.

And you're so welcome for that mental picture.

Ah well. Thanks to the Toronto office for stepping in to keep the blather going, although since I haven't talked (er... texted) to her for a while she probably had no idea why she was keeping the blather going.

Extra points for that.

Anyway. Today's pointless photo. I don't have anything worth blogging about at the moment (gee. I wonder why?), so I'm just giving you a game of Spot the Animals instead. Yes, there are animals in the photo. No, I can't remember how many. Maybe you can tell me. Click on the thing to enlarge it, then get out your best naturalist eyes (as opposed to naturist eyes, which would probably be looking at things nakedly) and see what you can find.

As for me, I'm... probably not going to have lunch, judging from the complaining that my system is still doing.




Gah.

A pleasantly uneventful day

I mean how busy a day could it be if I was laying back in my comfy chair in the yard and had a chance to pass the time while he moved, allowing me to take three angles of this same critter. Seriously.

And yes, if you rolled your mouse over the photo and saw the reference at the bottom ... I do believe sometimes you're the windshield (or screen), sometimes you're the bug.

It's a lovely evening here in the Big Smoke so I am going to go enjoy it. Outside. And no the computer cables don't reach that far.

See ya' .

Yeh it's the black dog again but there's ... oops

Nope, no reason here. Na-uh. No pumpkins on me.

Ah, they grow up so fast you know. It seems like only yesterday Smudgelette helped boost me out of the car having been under a 12-pound baby dog for three hours from kennel to our home. And if you don't know anything about puppies, that's a hell of a heavy 56-day-old pup.

Anyway. The Duchess will be two on Thursday and she thinks she no longer needs to be carded.

Hmm, well first things first I guess. The ONLY time on earth I even consider drinking beer is in the summer BUT the temperature and humidity must combine to form a haze over the city and form what feels like water droplets hanging in the air, as you inhale. And no, I don't know why it's then that I drink the stuff but thanks for asking. You did ask. I know you did.

So yesterday I took a bottle of wobbly pop out to the yard and placed it on the side table, turned to fluff the pillow on my chair and ka-plop. Now I don't know about you but I've found in life that ka-plop is never truly a good thing. Even when it's an outdoor ka-plop.

After the dog who had caused said ka-plop had hoovered what she could while I fetched the hose - and she is that good - everything was hosed down to keep the ants away. Then with the the bottle dried off, I moved to higher ground, set the bottle down and do you know what the black dog did? Well, do you?

A hundred bucks if you can call me right now and tell me the answer.




As I watched her, she walked toward me, looked me in the eyes, lowered her head and with her snout pushing from about a third of the way down the neck she pushed the thing over to get another guzzle.


I figure by the end of the summer I will have the only Lab in a 12-step programme.

The addendum here: no, it was not a contest to see how many ka-plops I could insert in context.

Happy .. something or the other - your choice

It's the First of July which means it's a holiday for those who blather here.

Note how very carefully I avoided adding an almost called-for cliche of The Frozen North as being the "here".

I assure you most emphatically the Alberta office would beg to differ with the frozen part - even with it being a joke.

So today all you get is the pretty leaves for She Who Must At Times Be Jollied Along and raindrops for me because, well, I like raindrops. SWMATBJA is wading through humidity and haze and just plain damn hot temps so jolly her along we shall!

Or something.

Just think of the raindrops. The cool, raindrops. Become one with the raindrops. Beeee the raindrops.

And if that doesn't work, well you can always take a Nyquil and sleep through the rain forest conditions.

Oh and yes, the caption. Happy Canada Day - and I won't even spoil the sentiment with a comment on why I think that's a lame name for the occasion.