Yesterday, our Lucy died.
Grief is hard, and I need to write about Lucy and how I am feeling, but I am not sure I can do it yet.
I need to write about all the details, how she’s been not quite healthy since January, how it came to pass that we rushed into the vet’s office after dropping That Girl at school yesterday morning, only to have to make the sudden decision that we had to have Lucy put to sleep. I need to write it down, to remember those important parts of her life and our life as a family. But those words haven’t come yet.
I am still feeling raw. It was rough, Monday night and yesterday, coping with Lucy’s sudden illness and then her death. She was my kitty, and I am brokenhearted at her loss. Continue reading
I got a vacuum cleaner for my fiftieth birthday. But it’s okay.
As the saying goes… this is what the top of the hill looks like. Well, at least I can stop pedalling and cruise down the rest of the way.
Okay, I kid. I make a little funny joke. But some people really do freak the hell out over turning forty, let alone fifty.
But, to quote the immortal Jean Hagen as Lina Lamont: I AIN’T PEOPLE! Continue reading
Sorry I have been largely absent these last couple of weeks. I’ve been an ostrich. My head has been mostly in the sand.
Sometimes the internets can be great fun — I mentioned that last time, about the various rabbit holes and fun paths to follow. It can be full of humour and information and interesting things.
But other times, it is a cesspool of hatred and vileness and moronic behaviour. Like it has been recently. I IMAGINE YOU KNOW WHY THAT IS.
So in those times… I become an ostrich. Continue reading
2016 is FUCKING FIRED, I am telling you truly. But this week? Is pretty fucking close, too. I HAVE HAD ENOUGH.
This week has been sucktacular. Really. Seriously. I mean, you KNOW how bad this week has been.
I’ve been struggling with holding it together through this week’s events. Have you?
I will admit, it’s not been my finest hour. Continue reading
This weekend we decided to have some down time.
We were tired, and BDH’s birthday had just passed. We were unable to celebrate it when we wanted to, last weekend, because That Girl decided to bring home a stomach bug from school and consequently barfed spectacularly and stayed home from school and then spent the weekend recovering.
Then on his actual birthday, a weekday, BDH of course had to go to work and That Girl had some of her many activities in the evening and so it wasn’t an optimal time to celebrate. So we pushed back until this past weekend. Continue reading
Good day, my closest interwebs peeps! Let us speak today of dentists.
I understand, trips to the dentist are things that people tend to have All The Feels about. Some people are decidedly meh about the whole deal while others have an abject terror of all things dental.
I am in between these two camps. Or, rather, I have a foot in both camps.
On the one hand, I have become accustomed to cleanings to the point that I find them ALMOST enjoyable. I relax, I zone out, sometimes I feel ever-so-close to dozing off… It’s fair to say that most days, I don’t mind.
BUT. Continue reading
So, some… time… ago, BDH and I got a Costco membership. Against my better judgement, I have to say. Because you know me, and you know I am as cheap as a cheap thing that is cheap, and I hate spending money.
But BDH and I thought maybe it might actually be a way to SAVE money, this whole “buying certain things in bulk” idea, so we decided to give it a go.
And that is when we bought giant bags of apples for the aforementioned Apple Jelly Debacle of ’16. Let us not speak of it again.
But also, we bought huge bags of potatoes and carrots. Continue reading
So I said I would tell you about our project to reclaim our stairs, and indeed I shall. Or, at least, I’ll tell you about the first part, because we’re nowhere near finished yet.
I don’t suspect we’ll be finished for a very long time, mainly because Budget. Also, if I am being completely honest, because Procrastination.
So if I were you I would settle myself in for a long wait, with a not-terribly-exciting finish when all is said and done. Continue reading
So, this morning BDH asked me, “Did you write anything recently?”
(Yeah, he reads my ramblings too. You’re not alone in your shame.)
And I hadn’t, so I said so. But it’s not for want of things to write about. It’s just sometimes, there’s A LOT. And most of it is boring, everyday life stuff. (There’s a good reason I have that as one of my categories.)
Basically, there are periods of my life that fit into one of the following two categories:
- all about That Girl, and
- everything else.
SO. Let me tell you about my morning. I present to you, a chat between myself and BDH. AND IT IS ONLY 11 AM, FOR THE LOVE OF DOGE.
CinnamonOpus: hello it’s me
CinnamonOpus: hello from the inside
BigDamnHero .: Hey sorry Continue reading
So, remember how last week I was all DO ALL THE THINGS!!
Well, we did!
We started two projects in the last week. The first was to redo our stairs — from carpet to wood — and the second was to make our own apple jelly.
Remember when you were younger, and you would go out with friends and drink a lot, and then wake up the next morning and swear “I am NEVER. DRINKING. AGAIN”? Continue reading
Well, we’re into the second week of September (well, third, actually, if you count those first three days as a week OKAY FINE, TWO AND A HALF WEEKS THEN) and the weather is settling down and our routines are starting to sort themselves and all seems well.
Except now I want to DO ALL THE THINGS!
I think it’s the return of free time after managing That Girl all summer. Suddenly I have my day to myself again. And I just need to fill it. Continue reading
Today is the 4th day of school, and That Girl is home sick with a cold.
I know that kids are just fast-moving petri dishes and grade schools are merely incubators for said petri dishes, but… three days and she comes home with a cold? Really? Good grief.
Usually, I can see it coming a mile off, because her behaviour and personality change so much as an illness starts ramping up. But honestly, I was not expecting it this early in the year.
Silly me. Continue reading
I would give anything for my daughter to be able to go to school and have friends.
It’s not that she doesn’t go to school; she is in grade three. More to the point, she has no friends. Well, none that she can reliably count on to greet her in the morning or be happy to see her or to play with on a daily basis.
All the other kids seem to have their little pairs and groups of friends, while she has none.
She is a very likable child – there is not an adult that she has ever met who has had anything negative to say about her personality and her sweetness and her manners. She’s kind, and gentle, and caring to a fault. She’s funny and friendly and loving.
But her peers don’t seem to notice. They have studiously avoided becoming friends with her for four years now.
So what’s wrong with my kid? Continue reading
It’s September! (Although to be fair, it doesn’t feel like September because we’re under a heat warning and a humidex in the 40s.)
But it IS September, and so that means it’s time to get That Girl back to school. And with that, it also means it’s time to get back to a regular routine after a summer of none, and back to our full schedule of appointments and activities.
It’s a time of decidedly mixed feelings for me. I love and struggle with September in equal measure. Part of me cannot wait for September and fall, and part of me is sad to see the end of summer, with its sunshine and swimming and freedom. Part of me loves getting That Girl back into school and me getting back to a regular routine, and part of me feels slightly overwhelmed by the onslaught of responsibilities. Continue reading