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Windy

Can't get this song out of my head.  It's one Finn's sugarpop faves.   It's driving me slowly crazy.  I'm waking up in the middle of the night with it in my head.
Pretty soon, thanks to the aural assault, I'll actually start to love it and then my friends, please please please intervene. 
I was singing along with it earlier today and Finn caught me and was mad that I was 'mocking' it.  Imagine my horror in the realization that I was earnestly singing it and not making fun of it at all!  This is clearly a cry for help. 
(Finn and I watched the video together.  I questioned whether it was 'appropriate' or not.  Probably not.  He told me that he could see why the guy wanted to go out with the girl.  I told him that girls don't really look like that and that the guy shouldn't be trying to 'go out' with a girl who has a boyfriend.  ~Not to mention the whole ethics of her 'scene'~  Finn naturally tuned wetblanketmother out.  Can you blame him?)

Our friend Julie was over for dinner the other night.  She had a conversation with Poppy and her friend that went like this:

J:  So, you guys are in kindergarten, right?

P and M:  Heavy sighs..... Yup.....

J:  And wow!  Next year you'll be in grade one?

M:  Well.....  I don't think grade one will have much to teach us....

A HUGE windstorm last night.  Seriously the most ferocious sounding wind that I've heard.  It was trying to tear the siding off of Poppy's bedroom window.  Brave Dave went out, climbed a ladder and screwed it back into place.  He said the wind almost blew the ladder over. 
I was worried that the wind might blow the old oak tree over onto the house.  I always announce this worry to people whenever it's windy, hoping that they'll tell me that this is impossible and it will never happen.  (This is my method of self assurance.  It has a patchy track record as you might guess!)
I mentioned this to our 'across the street' neighbour and he told me that the oak tree that used to be on the corner of their lot actually did fall on their house in a windstorm.  In the middle of the night (of course!) it broke through the roof and into their bedroom.  Mmmmmhmmmmm. 
Now I shall have to up my worry quotient to 'active'.  I guess it might take care of us needing a new roof but I am a bit afraid of being impaled by an oak limb. 
(PS.  This tree is not on our property so it's not a matter I can take into my own hands.   I do love the tree too and would hate to see it gone.  Though of course I'd take treeless over impalement any day.)

Dave made this for me for Valentine's day.  (and kept it a secret too!)
He ended up steaming the twigs in the pressure cooker!  
 

 
I am lucky.  Poor Dave will get the hat that I started for last years Valentine's day.  I'm almost finished.  Did I mention that I'm the slowest knitter ever?

 

Tired eyes

Oh boohoo.  I've got the flu.  And my eyes are sandy feeling and achy. 
But I look out the window and I see this 
 
and I feel guilty for lying on the couch.  (this isn't to say that I'm actually leaving the couch.  I'm just looking at the view while I eat chips.  Why does being sick make me want to each potato chips?  I'll never know.)

So, we're on a parentally imposed TV ration these days.   I'll say only that a certain nine year old was wanting to up his screen time exponentially and it was resulting in a verrrrry crabby boy. 
I can't say what a difference it has made to his mood.  We've wiled away the hours playing pickup sticks, cribbage and battleship along with a goodly portion of fort building (interspersed with some irritation towards the younger sister) and cardboard skatepark construction. 
Honestly.  Can I just throw this thing away?  Is he still young enough that I can lie and say that the TV is conveniently broken and incidentally so is the Wii and the computer?  We'll see. I'm not sure he's that gullible. (or really what I mean is that I'm not sure that my words hold such credibilty anymore)
I told him that I was so enjoying feeling more connected to him.  He zoned out my newagehippyparentspeak and looked blankly at me and told me that his screens missed him.  Perhaps we'll push this another week or so. 

I've got ZZtop's La Grange in my head.  Dave and his 'men's club' are going to tackle playing this.  Rock on I say.  Though I'm jealous that I'll never (unless I take up smoking a pipe or something) be able to master that low, wild rumble of a voice. 
I think the 'men's club' might be open to name suggestions too.  I suggested 'canned hair' which caused me laugh hysterically at my own 'wit'.  Dave laughed too (though perhaps not quite as heartily).  Did you ever see those infomercials?  There really is such a product.  Carefully colour matched to ones existing hair, you spray your scalp to mask the thinning.  But is it waterproof?  Can you still walk in the rain? 
Swimming?  Important questions before purchasing.  And what about crying whilst lying down?  My curiosity will know no bounds until I find someone who's actually used this stuff.  (I should assure you that I'm not asking for my own personal use. hehe)

I've been working on wool pants these past few weeks. 
 


I'm going to stick some customs in both shopping carts if anyone is 'innerested'.
And ps.  the shop discount still applies.  The dollar is still unusually high.  I'm still trying to decide what course of action to take on this one. 

 

 

 

the smell of sensible

While I was surfing etsy, Poppy popped up on a chair next to me.

Me:  What are you eating?
P:  Dessewt.  (Dessert)
M:  What is it? 
P:  Chocolate ice cweam. 
M:  Oh, of course.
P:  Couldn't you smehw (smell) it's ..... sensible.... smell? 

So right.  Maybe I'll have a sensible breakfast.   

Finally we got some snow!  
They cancelled school in preparation for 'snowmageddon'  or maybe they were calling it the 'blizzard of oz'  (do they realize they're referrencing an Ozzy album?  hehe).  I have a pet peeve with weather monikers.  The weather man kept shortening 'blizzard' to 'blizz' which bugged me.  Smallifying the weather seems like bad karma. 
Anyways, I keep finding myself talking about the weather to people and stating emphatically how I'd just like to have a 'big solid dump' (of snow!).  I return home and then feel somewhat embarassed at my unfortunate choice of words!

 
 
Snippets of blue evening through the windows.  And the dilapitated shed that used to be a barn.
Snippets of the eternally rearranged interior of our house.