Rain, rain go away, on this no-work holiday...
Monday, May 22, 2006But 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...
"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...
2:29 PM
sounds like a fun day. I want a day off for the Queens Birthday. Either of them Im not fussy