|Doesn't everyone call|
antidepressants "happy pills"?
I love them because (1) I think they saved my life, and (2) they make it so that I can be the woman, wife, mother, and worker I want to be.
|Wood-oven, Montreal-style bagels, smokey, slightly sweet and hard as rocks.|
|Chocolate Homentaschen. YUM again!|
|Peter's slowly learning to be my photography subject.|
|Lox and bagel with cream cheese, Bermuda onions, capers and tomato.|
The bagel on the right is Peter's BLT.
|(You should've seen the looks the elderly woman beside Emily gave us!|
Like she'd never seen two-tone hair or nose piercings.
Or a mother taking pictures of her daughter.
The lady's hair was burnt-orange and her face was sour. No lie.)
|Emily wanted stripes, but the aesthetician wasn't sure about that.|
So she got an abstract flower instead.
They were in desperate need, with all the work I've done in the garden.
|Steve dropped a brick onto the tarp in the deep end,|
so that he could syphon off as much water as possible
before removing the cover.
|We accidentally spilled much of the contents of the cover|
- including the brick - into the pool. Plus more leaves and pollen fell.
(The hose is topping up the water. It took HOURS.
Good thing we don't live in Barrhaven where there is a water ban in effect.)
|There is so much dirt and algae in the water|
that it is opaque in the deep end.
|The algae are dead, but are suspended in the water, so it is|
still so cloudy that you can't see the bottom, but at least it's not green.
|Look: you can see the bottom (occluded by the reflection and still a little cloudy).|
In fact, you can see the brick that fell off the protective tarp into the pool.
|I'll be home just long enough to wash|
my underwear and re-pack my suitcase.
|These flowers, spiderwort, close up each day as the sun hits them.|
|This picture is of the same flowers as above,|
but taken in the cool of the following morning.
Look at the bee's wings!!
|I need to work on the white balance.|
I think that purple is supposed to be brown.
Yet the other colours are correct. Hmm.
|I want to turn this into a wedding invitation.|
|We took a detour through Smith's Falls and stopped to snap|
a picture of the mural on the side of this building.
It wasn't until I enlarged the photo that I realized the
doors (and the dog) on the "front" of the building were paintings too.
|Once in Kingston we settled into our room|
(a suite at the Marriott - free with our Marriott points!),
then went to a pizzeria recommended by a colleague of mine
and found a table in the quiet courtyard out back.
|This picture was challenging to take,|
as the camera wanted to base its exposure readings
on the light at the top.
|We had his-and-hers after-dinner drinks.|
Can you guess which one is mine?
(I tried to capture the beading of Steve's scotch
around the edge of his glass. It's hard to see.)
|We sat in that festively lit alcove.|
|I loved being able to intentionally blur the focus on those fairy lights.|
|And we laughed.|
|Winnie-the-Pooh is well loved at our house.|
|YUM! Carrot cake.|
|Somebody probably just farted.|
|NOT feeling a lot of love here.|
July 14, 2010
by Alfred Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
|Remember that inexplicable scratch?|
On the right is the passport photo taken the following day
(stylized so it can't be stolen and used for an illegal passport).
Yes, I'm a little paranoid.
I also have slightly wonky eyes. Never really noticed that before.
They really kind of creep me out.
Also, please note that one is NOT permitted to smile in Canadian passport photos.
|It's not a myth.|
Me: I've already got one burger, so I only need two more: a Great Canadian with cheese and bacon and a Great Canadian without cheese or bacon.I figured if they both came with cheese & bacon (or without, for that matter), we could live with it.
Server: But it says you ordered three burgers.
Me: Yes, we've already got the Bacon-and-Cheese Burger. We just need the two Great Canadian burgers. One with cheese & bacon, one without.
Server: So you only need one burger?
Me: We need two Great Canadian burgers.
Server: Oh. Okay, two Great Canadians.
|Those kids are surprisingly good!|
Wait a minute. There is music playing. A child is dancing. I am grouchy about it. What is wrong with this picture?I was wrong with this picture! I'm glad she danced. I hope she never stops.
Let them praise his name with dancing and make music to him with tambourine and harp. Psalm 149:3
|Sadly, I didn't get a picture of the tiny dancer,|
but this wee girl shows the same joy.