The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
Bean and I were waiting for the bus this morning when I saw a dead bird in the grass by the sidewalk. Except it wasn’t dead. It’d probably been hit by a car and limped there. I tried to call an animal rescue place but just as I was dialing, the bus came round the corner and the stubby tailed cat that comes to get free love by the bus people showed up so I think the animal rescue is a bit of a long shot. Methinks someone got an easy breakfast …
Katy’s operation on Monday went well and so far, so good. It got rid of a deep-tissue infection that’s been plaguing her since after Bean was born, so yeah, good riddance!
She was discharged on the day and has been feeling fairly well since, with only the occasional bouts of discomfort. Hopefully that’ll be the end of that! She needs to get the suture clips taken out next week.
The oldies were a big help with Bean. They went on a massive cleaning spree on Monday and installed new shelves in Bean’s room, then Mel and I spent the whole of Tuesday replacing the kitchen sink. Of course, this being our house, it fought us all the way. I swear the man who did most of the work a couple of owners ago was an idiot, or a cowboy bodger, or a mix of both. In the end, we ended up ripping out a large section of the drain pipe and redoing the work ourselves instead of trying to make everything fit with the loony-tunes installation that was there before. Wednesday was a chill day, with a side trip to Scottsdales. With the sunny weather we’ve been having all week, we had BBQs and chimenea fires all week.
Bean’s in nursery today and tomorrow, so the oldies have gone back home for a well-earned bit of peace and quiet.
I don’t know who the biggest kid is between the two :-)
I think that horsey needs some knee pads…
Have a tired Bean tonight. Note the safety consciousness of having both Rabbit and snowman blankie wear their seatbelts.
Bean, Rabbit and I, on our way to work.
I have just been told by Bean that we need to take a holiday by the seaside so he can go on a boat and eat blue ice cream. Also, his stuffed polar bear needs to come along because it likes to swim in the ocean.
Bean: That’s not pork, that’s pig!
Me: Is it nice?
Bean: Ya!
Me: I’m happy you like my pig.
Bean: I’m happy to eat it!
I doubt that my son will ever be a vegetarian…
Rosemary foccacia (Italy), olives and feta-stuffed peppers (Greece), stickleton cheese and mushroom pate (UK), iberico ham (Spain). Lots of food miles, but damned tasty!
It’s a beautifully warm weekend. The oldies are here and there are major plans to revamp bits of the garden. Both the gazebo and the BBQ are going to get a lot of use :-) My job so far, besides being the chef and generally keeping out of the way has been to keep everybody topped up with fluids, high-octane and otherwise.