Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Whoosh, goes the year*

*especially the summer, in which the weather was, well, less than summery.

So this was going to be a Sunday Several, and suddenly it's not Sunday but Tuesday.  Not sure how that happens.  So now it's a Tuesday Too Many.  I'll use bulleted points so you can take breaks if you like.  Feel free to skip the entire post.

1.  BIG EVENT.  The puppy we were watching was outside one day, sniffing and sniffing and sniffing at a large pile of something brownish on our lawn.  It was raining and wet and I really didn't want to him to eat any more poop, so I went inside and got a bag to pick the stuff up.  I wasn't wearing my glasses, but when I got close to the offending pile ...

It moved.

And then it moved again.

Simulatenously repulsed and intrigued, I got closer and closer ...and oh my goodness, baby black squirrel, curled into a shivering fetal ball.

I picked it up.  I showed it to B.  I tried to decide what to do with it.  It was clearly very young, and had multiple lacerations on its hindquarters and maybe the mother had kicked it out because it was going to die anyway? 

Children gathered and B got a tin to put it in, and we got a warm towel and laid the animal on it, and I gave the throng of neighbourhood children my best "Circle of Life" speech and explained how we were going to make it comfortable and let nature take its course.

The feisty four year old across the street fixed me with a stern glare.  "Or MAYBE", he said "We should ask MY Mom what to do!"

Nevertheless the matter was settled, except that my dog, oh my goodness, my dog wanted me to FIX IT.  She could NOT stop sniffing at it and then looking at me with huge pleading eyes.  If I put the box up where she couldn't reach it, she stood on her hindquarters sniffing and pleading.

And then A came home from work.  (Aside:  helllo, what?  WORK?  When did one of my children get old enough to have a job?)  A took one look and scooped the baby squirrel up and cuddled it and warmed it and told us to go ahead and go out for supper without her because she had a baby squirrel to look after.

When we got home from supper she came to the door wearing a hoodie with a front pocket - when she tickled the pocket, a tiny squirrel head, eyes still fused shut, popped out.  She had warmed it and washed it and tried to get to have something to eat and was quite determined to raise it, until we all realized that we'd have to order special baby squirrel food from Somewhere Far, etc, etc, so we called around and found a wildlife rehabber that would take it and look after it.

But seriously - how cute/also creepy is this?

2. The prayer shawl is finished except for grafting the toes.  (see earlier post re prayer shawls with toes) 

3. I am now filling in the time before the yarn arrives for the next wedding shawl by knitting hats for babies.  Anybody having a baby?  I have a sock yarn hat for you.

4.  Last  year I knit approximately 2 million dishcloths.  I have enough yarn for about 50 more.  I am so over knitting dishcloths.   However, I sell them 3 for $10 to raise money to help send the youth group from our church to Mexico to build houses with Amor Ministries over their spring break, so for you, and for the kids, I'd knit some more if you wanted them.

5. TECHNOBOY HAS A JOB.  One with paycheques.  It's been a while.  I am delighted, and also not quite sure it is real.

6. I get up early in the morning every day to drive him to this job.  I like to do this because now that he is not around all the flipping time, I miss him, and this gives us a chance to talk.

7. However, it is making me tired, because I am too stupid to a) sleep and b) take enough asthma medication that I am not tired from that not-enough-oxygen thing.

8.  B has started hockey tryouts.  This is the first year that they are allowed to check each other.  I am never going to a game, ever.  Or maybe I am, but ... *cringe*.

9.  I was going to wish it would stop raining and then I heard it's supposed to snow in Calgary on Thursday.  Now I'm just keeping my mouth shut.

10.  Also, A's funniest baby squirrel moment?  She looked at B and said "I need you to go find me a mother squirrel and milk it."

11. I was very careful not to look at the pile of unfolded laundry while I was typing this post, so the Laundry Fairies could feel free to tiptoe in and do their thing, but ... sigh.

12. Follow up to the squirrel story. On Friday afternoon, the doorbell rang and when I opened the door, the fiesty four year old from across the street (who may actually be five) was standing there, holding out his cupped hands, with a dead mouse in them.

Me: "A dead mouse. How interesting." (I wasn't lying, I do find it interesting)

FFYO: "No, I lookeded at his eye, and it is still open, so it is not dead."

Me: "I'm pretty sure it's dead, buddy."

(insert small lesson about rigor mortis and if you move the leg and it moves right back, stiffly, the mouse is likely dead.)

He was unimpressed by my lesson.

"Do you know why I brought it to you?"

I said that I did not, although I must confess, I had a suspicion.

He showed me the open eyes again. "It is still alive, so you need to take it to where you took the squirrel baby so they can fix it."

As gently as I could, I reiterated the reasons I thought it was dead.

He looked at me, and down at the mouse, and back at me. "I think that is very sad." he said, and I agreed with him.

B came and looked over my shoulder. "That is way cool and totally creepy both at once." he said, summing it up perfectly.

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

I think ...

1. someone should knit ME a pair of socks.  (probably that someone is me)

2. It's a good thing Pippin didn't do any damage to my stupidly expensive sock needles, that he jumped up on the couch to pluck off a table.

3. Pippin has a hunger for knowledge of Jesus.  Proof?  Three different times this week I have rescued a book entitled "The Deeper Christian Life" from his slavering jaws.

4. I am a boring boring cook.  My family agrees with me.  They are less charmed by this quirk in my character than I am.

5.  Heaven is going to be GREAT.

Thursday, September 02, 2010

Thursday addendum to the thirteen

So this puppy - oh, this puppy.  He is so sweet and so very very bad.  "Drop it!" I say, and he drops it for a split second then carefully carries it in his mouth and gambols away.

He loves to stand at the window and bark.  I have a spouse who thinks a dog that barks, ever at all, is a dog who should be living on a farm in Minnesota. 

"No bark!" I tell the dog, firmly, and he stops barking and runs away from me, and barks from his new vantage point where he can't even SEE out the window.

At one point today one of the children came home from school and let Toopka out and then wandered off, forgetting that our dog was outside.  Our dog hung around, likely barking once at regular intervals to let us know she'd been forgotten (seriously.  She knows how much TechnoBoy hates the barking) and Pippin was in the house losing his freaking mind.  "Rorororoorororororoororowwww!" is his alarm bark - the child in question was downstairs, I was off somewhere with another child, and TechnoBoy and Pippin had this conversation:

P: OTHER DOG!  Other Dog is outside!!  Let me go outside too!!!

TB:  Shut up!

P: OTHER DOG! Other Dog is outside!! Let me go outside too!!!

TB: Shut up!

P: OTHER DOG! Other Dog is outside!! Let me go outside too!!!

TB: Shut up!

P: OTHER DOG! Other Dog is outside!! Let me go outside too!!!

TB: Shut up!

And then  I drove up and Toopka ambled over to the van and I let her in and Pippin stopped barking and all was right with the world again.

However ....


Thursday Thirteen

(if I get to thirteen.  There's no telling.)

1.  The shawl, blocking.

2.  The shawl, on  a bride, whose head is not in this shot, because I didn't think I should interrupt the honeymoon to ask for permission to show off my knitting on my blog.

3.  and 3.5   A prayer shawl for a beloved friend who is undergoing chemo at the moment. 

Notice how very much like socks this shawl looks?  Yeah, she's not so much the shawl type. 

4.  I gave these socks to my SIL for Christmas 2009.  Delivered them in July 2010.  I'm so on the ball, no?

They were supposed to be totally exactly completely matching.  I came so close!

5.  We are puppy sitting.

He's a cross between a King Charles Cavalier Spaniel and a poodle.  He is the most vocal dog I have ever met.

6.  Aww, lookit them being friendsssssssssssss.

And the rest of the story:  Note the look of pleading on Toopka's face.  "The puppy has invaded my safe place.  Get it oooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuttttttttttttttt."
Pippin is saying:  "Who me?  I'm just hanging out here.  With Other Dog.  Nice Other Dog.  I'm not hiding anything.  What would I have to hide?"

7.  This.

This puppy has Jaws Of Steel.  I can't believe the things he can chaw through, and how quickly.  I spend most of my time rescuing bits of plastic before they hit his intestinal system.  He's just murdered a Kong while I was typing this.

8.  First Day of School today.  This is the only shot I got, and only because he didn't know he was posing for it.  He is scraping the windows of the van unnecessarily because - okay I have no idea why.

9.  A tale of two children.  One of them is old enough to take the CITY BUS to school.

The other thing in this picture is ...an eraser named BOB who has apparently been part of my son's life for four years now.

10.  I done got me a writing gig.  September's column will be there soon.

11.  A few of my favourite things.  (The shawl wasn't much bigger than what you see in this pic when the pic was taken.  It is also not blocked, so what you see is rumply leaves.)  The daylily is from the front of our house.  That may be the only day lily that bloomed this year.

12.  One of my children got up at 6:30 this morning and was barely ready to leave for school by 8:30.  The other one refused to dress up.  "It's so stupid. You get all fancy for the first day and then the second day you're just NORMAL.  I'm fast-forwarding to the second day!"

13.  More of my favourite things.  I may have posted this on the blog already but usually what happens is I take pics like this for the blog and then not post them.