More of the Same

Still on vacation. Still doing nothing. Lots of nothing.

Although, today we have very good reason for doing nothing, as it is cold and dismal and rainy. Which is a drag, because last night we not only finished putting in our vegetable garden, but we also got our gorgeous comfy patio furniture put out on our lovely patio… and now we cannot sit in it.

Le sigh. That would be a LOVELY way to do nothing.

So, today’s post is brought to you from INSIDE, in my comfy but-not-as-comfy-as-my-big-cushy-patio-chair chair. But at least I find the weather warrants a giant mug of tea, so you know… it’s not a total loss.

• Our vegetable garden is DONE. Cue heavenly choir. We plowed (HA!) through it last night, and got it done just as dusk was upon us. We have planted tomatoes, and corn, and carrots, and lots of green onions for jerk (HOORAY!) and lots of basil for pesto. (DOUBLE HOORAY!) And one tiny wee squash plant in one VERY big space. We are optimistic. I will talk to him daily, and encourage great things from him. Perhaps I will give him a name, something strong. Something like Hercules. Or Albert.

• In the process of planting in the twilight last night, I was attacked by marauding black flies. Bastards. And today I feel much itching. Does anyone know the Canadian folk song about the little black fly in “North Ontar-I-O-I-O, North Ontario…”? Because I have been trying to sing it and only know the chorus. And BDH does not know it, and just looks at me like I have excessive nuts.

edited to add: I found it! And the Oscar-winning animation that goes with it!

• Did I mention, my patio chairs are big and cushy and comfy? AND that they were on sale? No? Well they ARE, and they WERE. THERE IS NOTHING BETTER THAN A VERY COMFY BARGAIN.

• Today That Baby was, like, MENTAL from the OHMYGOD WHY MUST I STAY INDOORS WHERE THERE ARE NO KIDS IF I DON’T GET OUTSIDE I WILL CUT YOU. So after an hour of Insane Baby, I packed her up and took her over to the Early Years Centre for both access to other kids and someplace new to play. She had an excellent time, holding court in the ball yard, as usual. But I am finding that after some time there, I tend to get a little mental from the OHMYGOD WHY IS YOUR CHILD BEHAVING LIKE THAT IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR KID UNDER CONTROL I WILL CUT YOU. Which is a bit of a problem. I know that not everybody shares my parenting philosophies, and that discipline is not exactly flourishing in today’s parent-child relationship. But when your kid kicks me in the head getting into the ball yard, a COUPLE of times, and then later throws a full on temper tantrum in which he takes a run at a random child playing in the room, who happens to be Stinkerbelle, and PLOWS her to the ground like she’s a quarterback in the Grey Cup game… well then, Sister? I expect a whole hell of a lot more from you as a parent than a few muttered “I’m sorry”s and a few quiet words with the child. I expect STERNLY SPOKEN WORDS. I expect TIMEOUTS. I expect you will REMOVE you little Spawn of Satan from the room. (Just so you know? I was WAY bigger than that mom. I could have TOTALLY taken her. I’m just sayin’.)

• I tried to nap today. This is, to quote the Eleventh Doctor, very very not good. And although, from time to time, I get so tired that I just have to lie down for a nap, I really should NOT. I CANNOT nap. I wake from a nap, of any length, feeling nauseated and dizzy and it takes me hours to feel better. I am Sleep Disorder Woman, and the sooner I just come to terms with it and quit punishing myself, the better for everyone involved.

• There is NOTHING more fun than watching my daughter dance. She waves her arms about, and wiggles her bum, and makes funky chicken moves with her elbows and arms, and stomps and hops around the room. She is a one baby conga line. It is the most joyous and full-bodied expression of her inner groove, and I LOVE it. I hope it never ever changes.

And so, since it continues to rain and be cold outside, I will nurse my giant mug of tea and find myself a comfy spot on the sofa, and after BDH goes to soccer tonight, I will curl up with some BBC television and my knitting.

There are worse ways to spend a day of vacation, all things considered.