The fog. Deep and dark and wet. But I loved it. No bugs. No heat. Just lovely grey mist. And surfers and waves crashing. Bliss.My son. Wants to be a surfer. And an artist. Why not.
Fun. Without the Sun.
While I. Can't take me eyes off nature.

Five minutes away. This is what we were met with back at home. See the fog bank out at sea. What a difference a mile makes.

I leave tomorrow, friends. I am flying off to Thunder Bay. It will take the better part of the day. I could fly to London faster. Wish I was. I will be back by next weekend. Keep well. xoxo

My son and I are going to have haircuts tomorrow. But not the babe. I just can't bring myself to cut those little curls yet. Soon. After his first birthday, which is coming in June.

Today is Victoria Day, a holiday in Canada, the day we all celebrate the Queen's birthday and revere the Monarchy. (Well, in all honesty, most Canadians only know this as the May 2-4 weekend, which means campgrounds have opened and we can spend our hard-earned Canadian dollars (which, of course, sport the Queen's image) on beer and charcoal briquettes.)

But today means absolutely nothing to those who have to keep on working... Many Canadians use this as a day to do yard work. Some go to extremes (for example, my neighbour is building a wharf). I am spending mine at home with the family, attempting to work on the garden (if the rain ever decides to remain at sea).

The rock garden at the side of my house. One of these days, I will glue your head on dear, for now just lean on my shoulder. Hmmm...

Mixy Flabble Rabbit

"Why do you call him that?" Mr. C asks. My blog friends collectively named him, is my reply. To which, he rightfully rolls his eyes. My son misunderstood what I said and thought he heard "Mister Happy Rabbit", so that is what he is more frequently referred to. But because of him, I don't have a single solitary tulip in the garden. Bad Mixy.

My son is having a fit of "I'm bored"...so I'm off to go and play with him. The babe is trying to walk, even though his feet are barely long enough to support his body. He is a kamakaze wobbling fright. He puts David Blain's stunts to shame. My heart has stopped at least ten times today alone. We are going out this afternoon to my parents for dinner and then to the Bookstore for magazines and fancy coffee drinks from Starbucks. What shall tomorrow bring...

Life is good; busy is good. I have an abundance of both right now. The research season has kicked into full gear, I have a number of research assistants who are capable and intelligent, I have very fulfilling and interesting projects on the go, and the list goes on...The summer storm season is bearing down on us and I will attend my first hurricane meeting tomorrow.

There have been parties and concerts and family fun amidst all of this; in general, life is wonderful. Really. I am reading great books, and watching great shows on t.v., having lunches with kind and interesting people.

Life is not perfect, don't get me wrong. But the things that are not perfect pale in comparison to the things that are. I am having trouble with the Publisher of "the" book, for example; a minor issue with my Editor having left and moved to a new Publishing House; do I stay with the Editor or the Publisher?...I had to assist my research assistant in the cleaning of a 100 gallon fish tank stocked full of wild brook trout, and the siphon that was taking water out of the tank accidentaly came out of the bucket and we flooded the floor of our lab with shitty fish water...My garden is being neglected because the weather has been cold and damp and dreary for ages. This causes me grief and anxiety (moreso that a dirty house even...). There could be more disposable income after all the bills and responsible money has been spent. I think I could go on. Blech.

I hope your lives are well. Or at the very least, you are finding wonderful moments amidst events that might not be so great.

Two excellent books I am tackling at the same time:
"Eat, Pray, Live" by Elizabeth Gilbert and
"Last Child in the Woods; Saving our Children from Nature-Deficit Disorder" by Richard Louv


Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. -Rachel Carson

and, in a moment of weakness, I even bought the t-shirt.

Heart thumping
Out of my soul.

Spasm.

The pure magic and
Thrill of J.D.
Nova Scotia's lucky
Fortune.

9000
Dancing
Screaming
Singing
Kitchen partying
Brothers and Sisters.

Mothers and Fathers.

Amazing Grace.
What a family.
INXS ROCKED
The whole
Freaking

Haligonian
Sold Out House.

The best concert I've ever been to. Period. The only sad thing is that I know it can never be matched.

Friends of ours had a sock-hop tonight so we could dance on their renovated hardwood floor before the carpet was laid back down. Mr. C stayed home due to the broken elbow and someone needed to stay with the babe, so my most wonderful recently-turned five year old was my "date". He loves to dance (Fred is his nickname) and our hosts played old albums on their ancient record player. Why is no one else dancing, he asked...the adults all stood talking along the edges of the room.

Of course I danced with him, but you can't see photos of that, unfortunately...

Eventually, he decided that just the two of us dancing was not so much fun, so he settled in to work on a puzzle book.

Little boy on a big floor.

I hope the remainder of your week is productive.