Friday, March 31, 2006

Gorgeous Out

For some reason, my memories of things come on strong at the beginning of spring. Maybe the nice weather wakes up my brain. Maybe it's the smells of outdoors that bring to mind days past. Who knows? I wrote these fast and I am posting them before I get all in my head about them.


We were talking about nothing and you stopped, took in a breath and put your hands on the top of a warm stone wall. You pulled yourself up and sat down, your legs hanging, and one of your sandals fell off.

Then you said, "I wonder where my dad is."

I looked at you, you held a piece of your long brown hair and dragged it across your upper lip.
I said nothing. Just waited to see what else you would say, which is what I always did when you got like this.

"My aunt told me once that he was famous, but I think she was just trying to cheer me up or something. My mom never says anything, except for that one time, she just changes the subject when I ask her about him. I'm gonna go to a private investigator someday. Maybe I'll be a private investigator someday and go find him myself."

I was sitting on the grass, pulling the zipper on my knapsack just an inch one way closed and then open again. It was so warm out, with a little wind and the sound far away of cars coming up the hill.

You finally looked down at me.

I smiled.


We had read Cue For Treason. We had learned about mythology (with poor Icarus and his wings melting). Mrs. Wilkins was a great, strict, interesting English teacher with a semi cruel smile and thick glasses. Now we were doing Merchant of Venice and discussing Portia and her mercy speech. Which didn't have much of an impact to me at almost fifteen, because I was busy daydreaming about Victor Keca (two years older, tall, Croatian, hunky, mostly unaware of my existence) bringing me a fancy doughnut from Tim Hortons for my birthday. How handsome he would be in his red adidas jacket, walking over from the boys school with my treat!

It was that first windy warm spring day, and Mrs. Wilkins told the girls sitting nearest the windows to open them all up! It was exciting, for hers was a class of little pizazz. We all buzzed and beamed while the windows were opened, a long line of them along one side of the basement classroom.

At once the wind rushed in and blew all the papers off our desks!

We sat, semi terrified, and waited to see what Mrs. Wilkins would do. I am sure some of us thought she would give the wind a detention or at least a wicked scolding.

She smiled. And (I think, not totally sure of this because remember I had VK on the brain) I think, she may have let out a little whoop.

And we scrambled around, a class of girls in dark kilts and white blouses, picking up papers and handing them back to people, all the while laughing and enjoying this break in routine.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006


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Kinda busy round here at the Sick Kids Residential Facility that is my house. Kinda uninspired to blog. But I am still around, still doing my thing. Will do longer post tomorrow. Too hard to consentrait with a rheumy toddler on my lap.


Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Remembering an old friend

Happy International Womens Day, Ladies!

March 8 is a day when I remember my friend Heather, who died six years ago. I blogged about it last year, and that kind of says it all. Send up a smile to her for me if you get a chance. She was something else.



I have reached the 2000 mark and I STILL have two or three sentences to do in my conclusion! Woo Hoola Hoopla Hoop!

Man, it's like labour. I can NOT WAIT to hand the baby over to the prof tonight. Buh-Bye.

Still working on endnotes and all that other junk.

What do ya do when you are embroiled in an essay but you need a break?

Well, you go to

Because your sister told you to. And it is FINE. It's like Krispy Kreme donuts, for your BRAIN.


Monday, March 06, 2006



Monday March 6

Sooo, I have 1461 words written of my essay. I need 2000 minimum. If ANY OF YOU have any thoughts at all about the American Revolution and Republican Motherhood....

This was me yesterday, from 830 am to 7pm.
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Saturday I worked on essay for about five hours. Then I went out for dinner!
This is me getting out for dinner.
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Notice that I am wearing the same shirt to go out for dinner that I wore yesterday. I wore it all weekend. I still have it on. It's very comfortable and goes with a skirt OR pajama bottoms.
I don't even know what I am writing. Brain exhaustion. I did also treat myself to the Oscars last night. Very fun.

And just for very fun, here is a picture of Luca in her new coat that I got on ebay.
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And now I must go get a kid off to school. He doesn't want to go, says he has a stomachache. He is totally going. He can have a stomachache another day.

Toodles! Hope you all have a nice Monday!

Thursday, March 02, 2006

How Inconsiderate of Me

....I forgot my own blirthday. Two years ago (plus two days) I started blogging. I haven't a clue how many words I have. Bloggers word count thing is gone. It is fun to go back two years and see what was going on, Lucy was a baby, Monty wasn't even in school yet and Sam still listened to me when I told him to do stuff, for the most part, without ignoring me seven times and then going "OH-KAY-AY!" like he does now.

I am so glad to have met so many cool people through blogs. Crazy, smart, funny, endearing people. MWAH to allaya.

Now. I have a 12 page essay on republican motherhood due in six days. Blech! Must go make an attempt.

Have a great thursday!

PS. Thanks to crayonz for the heads up on spelling republican! Without that 'l' in there, it gets a little hairy!