Wednesday, July 29, 2015
the 100-foot diet.
While that wasn't quite the case with last night's meal -- the bit of couscous was from the other night, as was the eggplant spread (though it was full of onions from the yard). The bread was a cheat as well, though from a bakery not so very far away.
Still, the beans (two kinds), little tomatoes and all of the berries (blackberries, raspberries and one humongous strawberry) were all just freshly picked in time for supper.
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Where the last posting here featured the front door of our house, it seems only fair to give the same treatment to the back door. And really, this nest (hidden) is not even a metre from where we go in and out to the back yard.
I can only surmise that Birdie must have been watching decorator shows on tv, as really, this spot seems more about looks than practicality. Not only does she have pink begonia blossoms, every now and then she has waterfall sound effects, as there's a shower just inside the bathroom (nearest) window.
The little mother seems to have grown used to us, though we do try to be quiet when we pass by her
home. And watering the plant has become an exercise in precision so as not to flood her home while keeping the plant alive.
Not exactly something that should show up on Dress My Nest, but Birdie has certainly made herself a a very pretty home.
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
click on this link to it.
Or, if you’re more into video-watching, here’s a link to a short adaptation of the piece that gives you a very good interpretation of the story.
But really, this posting isn’t about a great short story; it’s just an account of one of those jobs we leave for the days of mid-summer.
This year our house is badly in need of paint – especially all the trim, so that means the doors too.
Because we only have one ladder (great excuse, sez I), the Dear Man is the one doing all the sanding and painting of roof-edge trim. That leaves me with the job that at least requires no climbing – the doors.
As with just about any paint job, the masking took me longer than the actual painting. I not only taped the doorknob and lock, but the top and all the edges, as those are supposed to remain white. Only a bit of jumping up onto a chair for the tippy-top. Otherwise, all was on the level.
One problem that did crop up during the job was the fact that my ‘painting shoes’ decided to choose this afternoon to almost completely disintegrate.
Good thing this paint job isn’t going to go on for very long!
Wednesday, July 08, 2015
They're over a month early, but try telling that to them. They just keep ripening and ripening, so I just keep picking.
Today's berries were so plentiful, I decided I had to make some of them into jam.
One more batch of Christmas gifts, I guess, but this early feels almost scary.
No wonder even the pope is talking climate change.
Wednesday, July 01, 2015
If you're not sure who Louis Riel was, click on his name for a one-minute history lesson. Sadly, a lot of those words -- especially the ones about government -- are just as true now as they were then.
Although I'm one who considers him a hero, not everyone does (nor obviously, considering his end, did).
For several years while I was attending Simon Fraser University, I was lucky enough to live in what was called the 'married residence' even though few of us were actually married. The other, more important name for that building was Louis Riel House.
Because the university didn't look after the building as well as it might have, conditions there have made the place uninhabitable. It will be closing at the end of August. What this means is yet another chapter of affordable housing closing.
Many of us who lived there were single parents, trying to raise our kids and complete a degree. We found the building a place that enabled us to fulfill both roles.
With closure of the Louis Riel House, education will become just that much more difficult for the students (and their families) who have been living there.
He understood the importance of access to housing.
If only our politicians did.