4 days weekend

.. of sun and chickadees and relaxing.
I have missed their giggles and their growing. It was a long, hot july.


.. of sun and chickadees and relaxing.
I have missed their giggles and their growing. It was a long, hot july.
… ok - missing you.
know where you are - know where you’ve been. want you to know that the
sun is shining somewhere - even if it’s cloudy in your own backyard.
say something.
anything.
when outside of those hours, i have to admit that i am addicted to colourful, comfy clothes.
somedays the wizard suggests that it looks like a clown has thrown up on me.
… no, not in the office… in my morning glories in the rooftop
oasis. i grew those little devils in water and papertowels,
migrated them to their own pots, helped them climb every possible
railing on the oasis, and grinned when they let forth their first
bloom.
now they are sick.
insecticidial soap seems to be competing with the aphyds in sucking the
life out of my glories. i am at a loss. they got another bath tonight,
cool water, a good rub on each leaf, cleaning out the critters, with
fingers crossed. i swear, if there’s another yellow leaf tomorrow, i’m
going to jump.
… and boatin, and readin, and relaxin and sunnin…. be back sunday with proof. Don’t expect any leftovers.
Gulp…. my global footprint…. thanks taob!!
CATEGORY GLOBAL HECTARES
FOOD 3.1
MOBILITY 0 .5
SHELTER 1.7
GOODS/SERVICES 2.3
TOTAL FOOTPRINT 7.6
IN COMPARISON, THE AVERAGE ECOLOGICAL FOOTPRINT IN YOUR COUNTRY IS 8.8 GLOBAL HECTARES PER PERSON.
WORLDWIDE, THERE EXIST 1.8 BIOLOGICALLY PRODUCTIVE GLOBAL HECTARES PER PERSON.
IF EVERYONE LIVED LIKE YOU, WE WOULD NEED 4.2 PLANETS.
last night - today - for the past 12 hours or so. I am thrilled.
The roof oasis is less so - flower blossom shrapnel everywhere.
The wiz returns tonight after excessive hockey shenanigans. I hope he’s thriving in this heat.
the small dog’s nose is a mess of broken blisters for some strange
reason. they flowered over the night - and on friday - we woke to
a very unattractive nasal protrubence… she isn’t thrilled.
neither are we. and she continues to display her ‘non-thrilled’
feelings by rubbing what remains of her nose all over the place -
leaving a trail of blood and gore.
my trick today - on what should be a ‘kick back and do all the
things i never think of doing when the wiz is around’ sort of day, i am
calling verterinary clinics in desperation - trying to find a suitable
- walking - distance medical solution for the beastie.
i told her she wasn’t that homely with all the gruesome ooze, and she hid behind a chair.
she didn’t believe me.
looking across the lake, some days seeing hamilton, stony creek, burlington; but most days not seeing farther than the end of the pier,
like tonight… and it seems like we are in a bubble of haze and faded sunlight.
the patio is a warm oasis, with the oleander tree now in bloom,
dancing towards the sun every time i move her around. the
sweetpeas have grown up, and the smell makes me close my eyes and smile.
almost every rung of the staircase is dressed in morning glory, and i
wait for the morning when the railing is formalized in pinks and
purples and yellows.
even though i can’t see the other side of the lake, what i see inside
the corners of my garden seems to more than make up for it now.
molson indy this weekend.
small dog not thrilled.
i woke this morning to dog footprints in the bathtub.
so that’s where she was yesterday afternoon. she missed paul tracy running out of gas.
i guess it’s just as well.
^_^