Maybe I have Halloween and horror movies on the brain, maybe I’m just thinking about upcoming holidays and whether to hotel or stay at a ‘host house’ aka my sister’s.
Over the weekend Boobs and I talked about the pros and cons of selling, renting, downsizing, etc. Then my mind wandered to the fact that maybe we couldn’t be the “Host House” anymore if we had a smaller place. We’d have floor space that’s for sure, but not necessarily beds for all. Then I got thinking of the different connotations for the word Host and when you put it with House it makes me think that a house is kind of like a blood-sucking parasite – taking what it needs from the host (money, resources).
The idea of downsizing is kind of exciting. But today when the pool guy came to close up for the season it was kind of sad, this may have been our last summer here. There’s lots to look forward to there’s no doubt about that.
There’s one way to fee like a tourist even if you’re only a few kms from your home: eat breakfast somewhere on a weekday.
My friend and I went to Jack & Lois last Friday morning. I looked at the menu and what did I see included with your brekkie? Grilled cheese. I was sold! A place after my own heart. Homer Simpson is to donuts what I am to GC.
We had the whole entire patio to ourselves and it was a stellar sunny day outside. Even though we were in Hamilton and I live in the city beside it, the street itself is changing daily and has become pretty touristy. James Street North is now famous for its Supercrawl festivals and lots of places to eat are popping up everywhere.
Go when everyone else is rushing to work. Grab a seat and people watch. Drink as many cups of coffee as you can but take your time. Enjoy your food slowly and on the way back to your car, scope out a place you can try next.
I went to jail this summer…and it was so much fun! No, I’m not promoting activities of ill repute that would land you in the clink. A family reunion in Cantley, QC, just outside of Ottawa, gave me an opportunity to stay at the Ottawa Jail hostel. #hiottawajail
I wrote a travel piece for Billy, Toronto’s Billy Bishop Airport. It’s part app part digital magazine, all cool way to find out travel tips and experiences. Read it here: Lock up your reservation at Ottawa’s Jail Hostel
In addition to figuring out what colour to paint the hugely heavy hall tree I scored for nothing on a local Facebook group, looking for freelance/part-time work and maintaining an acceptable level of sanity, I’m debating whether or not I should have an actual website.
I helped a friend set up a Wix website recently, so I went on and checked out some of the free options. It looks pretty cool but the big part for me would be trying to upload/prepare pdfs and samples of my writing. The ominous and overwhelming box of magazines sits in the back corner of my garage. That reminds me that I should bring it into the house before a mouse decides to turn it into a paper shred hotel.
Maybe I’ll wait until the kids are done school before I start. Why then? Because it’s a slow time of year (work wise) for me. I can Wixify my life out in the back yard while the kids are in the pool. I just have to make sure my computer – and my precious magazines – stay dry.
Last summer I had a chance to go glamping and even though I brought three kids (my 2 and my niece) it was both relaxing and fun. They couldn’t get over how fancy our ‘tent’ was. Read about my experience on Look Local magazine. The article was so popular it had over 900 kits in the 2 days after it was posted. Can’t wait to find another place to get my glamp on.
I’m an avid Pinterest pinner, pretty much like everyone else in the world. My problem is that I pin but don’t create. I have 44 boards, 2.1k pins and nothing to show for it. Finally I found something several weeks ago on the site that I thought was just simple enough for me to tackle, (inexpensive) even though the project was for the kids.
Will this be the pin that finally broke my pinner’s block? Probably not but they did have fun. And it will make a cute centerpiece for the dining room table on Sunday.
I didn’t want to get out of the bathtub. It’s so peaceful there, but I had to eventually – only to write a blog post before bed…
…about bathtubs. Well, more like their surroundings. When you listen to music, do you make up an elaborate story or some kind of sequence that would match a movie score? I do – depending on my mood and what music is playing.
I also like to find pictures within objects. In the summer I could see the face of a fawn in my fence while I lounged on the deck chair by the pool.
In my bathtub there are other animals and creatures to keep me company. Within the tiles I’ve spotted an angry grizzly bear head, tiny sloth face, a piranha-like fish mid-air ready to strike on its prey and Groot from Guardians of the Galaxy. Oh, and for a brief moment there was also a raptor head but that’s since evaded me and I can’t see it anymore. At first I wasn’t sure if the bear was more like a tiger but now I’m sure it’s a grizzly.
I always face the same way when I’m in the tub, but maybe next time I’ll try the other way to see what new hidden objects I can find.
Pictorial perspective also equals pictorial distraction. Thinking about something odd or random also leaves your mind sort of free to think of everything and nothing, but in a completely peaceful way.
Boobs is even less handy than I am. Ok, he can hang light fixtures and pictures and he’s got measurements down with his mad math skillz.
But…yesterday he goes into the basement bathroom while I’m in the other room watching TV. I hear a flush, then some sort of splattering sound, then “BECK!”
So I rush in to see what’s going on in there and he’s just standing there, the back of the toilet lid is off and water is jetting upwards and onto the wall. WTF??
I practically shove him out of the way and reach behind the toilet to turn the water off. Why didn’t he do that? What the hell!
We used to have 6 fish: 5 various types of mollies and 1 fancy tailed guppy.
One day, when I was looking across the room I noticed the water was getting green. I also noticed the guppy seemed to be missing.
I walked closer to the tank and couldn’t the little blue guy anywhere. 2 weeks later when the water was more like pea soup I cleaned the tank. There wasn’t even any evidence of his bones. Did he disintegrate or did he get eaten? Did he become weak and get sucked into the filter? I know the cats didn’t do it because there’s a glass top on the tank all of the time.
You’re my boy, blue!
Huh, I was actually wondering about this just this morning. When I was about nine I made up a pen name for myself. I drew people with huge heads and tiny bodies and signed them all as “Margaret Moondown”. Okaaaayyy.
I also made up a really short tune on my aunt’s organ but everyone found it annoying. It could have been a great back beat to something. I didn’t have a pen name for my music writing career though.
If I needed to use one now it would be a pretty plain one, but I can’t tell you what it would be. You’d have to read an article by me (well, secret me), except you wouldn’t know that I was the one who wrote it. But sometimes that’s the whole point.
Nicknames are different. In our family there’s: Boobs, Ms. Lou, Ms. Muffin & Tits McGee.
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