Post from the Past: Awww

This post originally appeared in October 2010, but I'm re-posting for Thankful Thursday.

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It doesn't take much to make me happy, really.

This morning, Brian handed me this pillbox.

He must have found it while putting away the dishes.
(Ignore the dust.)

So I opened it.

Pretty Pictures: Winter

Britannia Beach in winter

Though I am well and truly ready for winter to END, I must admit that I've enjoyed the snowy rambles with Kane, especially since I started bringing my camera along on our walks.

I think we may have missed the point.

Those of us who are a little older {ahem} will remember the days before recycling, the glory days of use-it-and-toss-it. Those were also the days of gas-guzzling vehicles the size of the Battlestar Galactica, days when our parents sneered at basket-weaving tree-huggers.

It was the 1990s before the environmental movement really gained momentum and the "Reduce, Reuse, Recycle" tagline caught on.

More Ways my Dog is Like a Toddler

Kane waiting while I make dinner. Patiently.

In a previous post, I listed ten ways my dog is like a toddler, and three that he is not. Since then, I've thought of a few more.

Fiction Friday: Building a Mystery

Bettany absentmindedly flipped her hair over her shoulder, again revealing the bruises around her neck. This time I didn't look away fast enough and she caught me looking. She dropped her hair, hiding the marks as a flush rose to her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," I said. "Is that the reason you're heading to your sister's?"

Bettany glanced at Michael who was still engrossed in his cars and food. His tiny dump truck was bringing him a serving of fries.

"Yah. That's the drill. He totally went off the deep end last night. It's never been that bad before. He just about gave me a black eye, which . . . Anyway. I can't go back."

"Won't he know you've gone to your sister's?"

"He won't come after me, if that's what you're worried about," she answered. "I just need to be somewhere safe."