November 2007

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The Backyard Beaver (A Photo Essay)

This morning I went to buy some presents for my neices and nephew at The Book Case, a terrific bookstore in Huntsville, Ontario (go figure I’d buy books for my relatives–I hope they don’t read this ;>). I got back in the house and looked out into the backyard. There was this weird scraggly blob of brown down on the ice. What the heck? This is what I saw:


So I threw my boots back on and crept back out the door. It was still there!


So I crept closer….


And closer…


And even closer…


And then…

It turned its head! Now I knew it was both alive and definitely a beaver. So I crept even closer…


And it was still there! It was probably thinking, “Can’t a beaver gnaw on some sticks in peace?Why is this crazy lady sneaking up on me?” Then I tried to get even closer but I shoulda known because…


SPLASH! It’d had enough of me. It was outta there.

So I beat a hasty retreat myself cause I was freezing. (In all the excitement I had forgotten to put on my coat.)

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A Cybil Nomination!!

Let’s Go!: The Story of Getting from There to Here has a Cybil nomination! It’s on the list of Nonfiction Picture books. Check out the other great books in the category.

And hey, while you’re there, check out all the other excellent books in all the categories. Kudos to the Cybils team for spreading the word about good books!

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Pretty Patterns


Yesterday the weather warmed up just enough to melt things a little. I dislike these ping-pong temperatures, these wishy-washy is-it-winter? or is-it-not-winter? days. But this was truly amazing. Too bad I couldn’t have taken the photo from directly above (alas, although I have been accused of being a space cadet I have not yet discovered how to defy gravity).


My photos don’t do the sight justice. But take my word for it when I say it was like the ice/snow was impersonating the Wicked Witch of the West and wailing “I’m m-m-m-e-l-t-i-n-g!” Within half an hour of this moment all trace of snow was gone. Not likely it’ll stay gone for long. I’m sure there’ll be a sequel any day now.

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My Morning

So you know you’re either

A. sleep deprived
B. way below your daily coffee quota
C. inhabiting the dimension of fictional characters and neglecting reality
or
D. all of the above

when this morning you

1. walk out your door,
2. get in your car and drive 20 km to your kids’ school,
3. walk down pretty much the entire length of the school’s tiled hallway to the breakfast club room where you volunteer

before you notice that you have a hunk of hockey tape stuck to your boot!!!!

Hunh, so that was the source of the odd ripping noise that accompanied my every step. Darn my son’s ever-growing hockey tape ball.

Sheesh!

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