Great photos! I have a wonderful photo of Leah I took when she was 4 sitting in a pile of leaves, and I'm very partial to leaf pictures. I haven't been reading your blog for a while, so I will now comment here on one of your previous posts.
On the subject of Word's spellcheck word-replace function, I once received a paper to edit that was written by someone whose first language was Japanese. He had apparently run the spell check in order to clean up the paper, but had hit replace in a few places that he shouldn't have. The paper was on borehole geophysics, and he had OK'd the change from 'borehole' to the Word suggestion of 'brothel'. Now that was a fun paper to edit. My favourite part was when he discussed 'excellent brothel conditions' and I wondered what would constitute excellent brothel conditions: pretty girls? soft beds? good scotch? cheap rates?
Great photos! I love photos of children outside playing. It just seems...right. Ummm...did you have your children racking up the leaves at a park, or do you have a park bench in your yard??? Very fancy!
FUN! I love the annual rake-the- leaves-jump-in-the-pile-repeat-repeat-repeat. Much fun! Until the leaves are all shredded in tiny pieces all over the lawn and impossible to bag up...
Awwwww, those are awesome shots!! I'm torn, in our current cookie cutter home, we have no yard, no trees, thus no leaves...on the one hand, I'm grateful to have no raking, but on the other, my kids are missing out on one of the joys of childhood! Maybe I need to take a quick trip to the cottage this week....
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I'm pretty sure child labour laws only apply to situations like taking your kid out of school so they can engage in paid work. Forcing them to rake leaves during their off hours is TOTALLY allowed. Maybe even encouraged.
Matt and I went on a date and did shots! No, wait. Matt and I went on a date and got shots! The day of my last shot, I sat around nervously all day terrified I would miss my time slot and left an hour early. The days I was driving my parents for their shots, same. Yesterday I ran around with Eve all day trying to find some decent black shoes for her abbreviated graduation ceremony tomorrow evening because we realized she only ever wears boots or flip-flops (my kid, obviously) and other than some super-fancy shoes for prom, she had nothing. We could maybe be forgiven this lapse if this was the first time this had happened, but, um, it's not. So we went to a few stores without any luck, until we realized she didn't really know what she wanted, she just felt like maybe wearing her Docs for grad wasn't completely appropriate. To which I said, hogwash (I did, I used a quaint and un-profane epithet, you weren't there, you can't prove otherwise). I wore Docs for my weddi
I am pretty well ensconced in the January doldrums. We are in a deep freeze, and after the major snow dump on Monday I never catch it snowing, and yet there are a few centimetres on the driveway by every evening. I'm happy with my decision not to take any office shifts for a few weeks - it's incredibly stressful, will only be more so now that people are pissed that we're not supposed to be reporting Covid cases, and I don't even get paid my regular library rate. But it does sort of make the days run together. I try to walk Lucy, but it's so cold she starts dancing around lifting up one paw after the other for me to warm with my mittens. We've tried paw covers but haven't found any that fit. So I walk her around the block and then bring her home and keep walking. It's been cold but not very windy, so walking is quite pleasant (I'm finally not too warm!) I am rewatching The Golden Girls, which I don't think I ever watched all the way through befor
I'm as susceptible to Christmas blues as anyone. I agree that expectations get out of hand, the stress level can be just stupid, and I often stop and wonder WHY am I doing this again? And yet, I composed a blog post in my head entitled "Bah Humbitch" upon reading a Leah McLaren column that told everyone not to send her Christmas cards, especially with stupid pictures of their children wearing Santa suits or antlers. And I left my first negative comment at a blog I generally really like today (not a 'you suck and you're stupid and I hate you' comment, just a 'this is a little unfair and I'm a little put out' comment -- I know, it must have really stung, in amongst all the comments telling her how fantastic and wise and one hundred and forty percent correct she is). And for the life of me, I can't really figure out why. photo credit creative commons license Okay, maybe I can, in the case of the Leah McLaren piece (it's called 'I'
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On the subject of Word's spellcheck word-replace function, I once received a paper to edit that was written by someone whose first language was Japanese. He had apparently run the spell check in order to clean up the paper, but had hit replace in a few places that he shouldn't have. The paper was on borehole geophysics, and he had OK'd the change from 'borehole' to the Word suggestion of 'brothel'. Now that was a fun paper to edit. My favourite part was when he discussed 'excellent brothel conditions' and I wondered what would constitute excellent brothel conditions: pretty girls? soft beds? good scotch? cheap rates?
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