This is the face you make when you just want a nice outdoor nap, but the birds won’t stop teasing you and your dumb mother keeps taking your picture.
Glen
freezing rain Friday
In keeping with this winter’s orderly scheduling of storms on weekends only, it is indeed crudding prodigiously out there. It’s been freezing rain for hours now and is supposed to continue throughout the day and into tomorrow morning so you know what that means. The power outage map shows outages creeping our way so it’s time to heat some lunch while I still can.
I’m not the only one anticipating an afternoon off:
a quick afternoon jaunt
Yesterday, Foster and I were reminiscing about past road trips and trying to summon the hope that next year will be safer to travel when we decided to hop in the car and run up to Scotts Bay for a change of scene.
Did you know it’s illegal to go to Scotts Bay without stopping at the look off and taking fifty photos that are practically identical to the fifty photos you took the last time you were there? It’s true.*
Look! It’s two of my favourite men.
I don’t have the knees for Cape Split so we loitered around the trailhead, admiring the absolute silence. While Foster crept around in the undergrowth taking photos and acquiring ticks, I focused on not falling over a thirty foot high cliff onto boulders in the Bay of Fundy.
Look at these! Aren’t they pretty? They might be alder cones, but I have no idea, so don’t quote me on it.
By this point, the sun was starting to set so we went to the beach to watch.
On the way back across Wellington Dyke, the last of the sunset combined with the rising mist looked like we had stumbled across the set of a Kate Bush video.
Luckily, it was just us and there was no interpretive dancing.
*Possibly not true.
definitely not heading off to poop
Glen has always been sensitive about being watched while he does his business so he’ll look at me like this, waiting impatiently, until I pretend to be distracted by a plant or a cloud or a bug and it’s safe to sneak away. He’s definitely the most privacy-conscious dog I’ve ever met so don’t tell him about this post.
Christmas knitting projects finally revealed – part one
Two sets of headbands and fingerless mitts. They’re just plain vanilla 2×2 rib because when you’re carrying a dog most of the time nobody notices what you’re wearing.
and now I’m fresh out of high schoolers
Charlotte, the baby of the family, graduated honours with distinction from high school today thanks to a drive-thru ceremony that saw us on and off of school property within two minutes. I’d be lying if I said I missed having to sit through a three hour marathon in a roasting school gymnasium so I won’t bother.
