Time to Breathe

Can you believe it… the school year is done in 4 days. I know I am not the one in school, but oh my dog, I am so ready for school to be out. And, as far as I can tell from other parents, I am not the only one.

I am looking forward to a break. I will still have things to do this summer, but I’m pretty much up to here with the homework and the discussions and the checking in and and the sending in money for everything. I’m ready for, you know, NOT doing those things for a little while. Continue reading

Mutual of Ontario’s Wild Kingdom

I love this town, because it is mostly animal-friendly (thank you agriculture and veterinary schools at the university!) And, given that we live in a house that backs on to watershed/conservation land, we get to experience a lot of it first-hand.

Sometimes, it’s an encounter that is more unfortunate. A few weeks ago, as That Girl and I were walking home from school, we were coming down the sidewalk and I noticed a small skunk on our lawn. As skunks are nocturnal, 3:30 in the afternoon is not a natural time for them to be out and about.

As we got closer, I noticed something was definitely wrong with the skunk. It was ill or injured in some way. It would hobble around a few steps, look for something to eat in the grass, hobble around a bit more, and lie down. Eventually, it sort of collapsed at the bottom of the driveway, and stayed there. Continue reading

The One Where I Like Stuff

Well, May is done. It was an extraordinarily long month. Lots of work for BDH, lots of appointments for That Girl, lots of doctor and physio appointments for me… And we got FURNITURE. Grown up, actual, real, FURNITURE.

A sofa. And a chair. Not from Ikea. Just let that sink in for a couple of minutes.


So it was a busy month, but there were many good things too. My shoulder is healed via physio and exercises to the point where today will be my last physio appointment for the indefinite future. And I can exercise again. So, YAY!

But because it was busy, we did a bit of blanket fort-ing on the weekends, or whenever we needed to just rest. Movies and TV and knitting and games. Nice.

I have binge watched a few things. A number of times. (Not just in May, mind. But also in May, if you know what I mean.) Things like… Continue reading

Saturday Smile: Brony

“I didn’t choose the Brony life. The Brony life chose me.”

Looks like BDH is not the only Brony in this house.

“Yes, friendship IS magic! Shut up, lady! Or I will kill you with my laser beam eyes.”

A Little Less Conversation

A little more action over here…

Yes, it has been a busy time at The House of Peevish, and so — perhaps you noticed? — I took a bit of a break from blablahblah-ing all over Teh Interwebs about it.

Now, part of it was that we went to Cuba. I know, I did briefly mention it, in the abstract. (And the concrete, with the moaning over shots and whatnot.) But I wasn’t all GUESS WHAT WE’RE GOING TO CUBA TOMORROW WOOHOO. Because it’s just good common sense to, you know, NOT advertise all over your blog that you’re going to be out of the country and not home and OHAI INTERNET STALKING BURGLARS WE’RE NOT HOME COME STEAL ALL OUR STUFF KTHXBAI.

So, you know, that happened.

Also, BDH was set to have surgery. And that meant that I’d be busy, not just with my regular running to and from therapies and swimming and karate and whatever with That Girl, and my usual work around the house (and not), but also taking care of BDH. So, before that date came along, there was rescheduling of all of life’s busy events and clearing a couple of weeks of the calendar to be available.

Except… it was supposed to be today. It got postponed at the 11th hour, yesterday afternoon, because the surgeon is sick.

So. Suddenly and without warning, LOOKIT ALL THE TIME I HAVE.

Okay, not really. But after several unusually busy and/or absent weeks… I find myself with some time to sit. And post.

SO. How have you been, Internet Peeps? Have you been well? Busy? That’s nice. Or not. I don’t know. Answer however you feel appropriate; you know we trust you.

I’ve been fine. But it has been a tiring, and in some ways tiresome, couple of weeks. So the break was a good one.

Anyway. Things have happened! You have missed things, O Internetfriends, oh yes you have!! (Okay, not really super duper exciting things, to be completely honest. But whatever. Shut up.) I have to tell you about:

  • my ridiculous 24 hours of blood pressure,
  • being in the middle of a tempers-approaching-critical angry mob situation in the airport in Cuba,
  • cancellation policies of ridiculous proportions,
  • Dudebros, both foreign and domestic,
  • killer moths, and
  • other tales of the ridiculous from life here in Peevishland.

But not now. Now, I must go pack a bag and then cart That Girl across town for swimming lessons.

Which, as you well know, could be another adventure. Stranger things have happened.

Don’t Say It. I Know.

I’ve been negligent in my posting duties. It’s already the 11th of March and I have yet to post something this month. WTF WHAT IS THAT I DON’T EVEN.

Well, it’s already been a busy month. Next week — March break!! — will be mercifully quiet, with just two therapy appointments and maybe a couple of play dates. O JOYFUL QUIET, O PEACE. Or so I hope.

So I will once again use the lame excuse We have been busy, and I will do so for the following reasons: Continue reading


So. Cats.

Lucy is an Oriental Shorthair, which means she has very fine, short hair, and is consequently cold all the damn time. Every day, she nags and whines until I put some blankets (That Girl’s old baby blankets) on the bed, so that she can crawl in and sleep the day away in warmth and comfort.

Duncan, who is as large as a mid-sized car, as furry as a bear, and a Pretty Pretty Princess, was getting a little jealous of Lucy’s preferential treatment.

And so it was, the other day, when I walked into the bedroom to find Duncan snuggling up to the bed lump that is Lucy, the big spoon to her little spoon.

P1020804No word on whether or not Lucy approved. Mind you, Duncan’s other attempts to snuggle in the past resulted in him flopping his incredible bulk ON TOP OF the sleeping Lucy, hogging ALL the blankets and thereby causing scrambling cats and flying blankets and wails of protest and no end of upset and tattling from offended parties. So I suppose the fact that she remained, unsquashed, is progress.


Everyday, Lucky

There are little things, every day, that remind me how lucky I am.

I forget sometimes, with the business of just getting through one day after another, one problem after another, one annoyance after another, that I am a very fortunate soul indeed. Don’t get me wrong, I will still complain about these things — and, as you know, quite vociferously, too — but I do recognize my good fortune. Continue reading

February. It Can Suck It, Man.

Ugh. February. If there’s one month of the year I hate, it’s February.  (Okay, I lied. I hate November too. And August. For different reasons entirely.) But still. Goddamn February, amirite?

Because, seriously. The darkness. Oh my dog, I have had ENOUGH of the waking up in the dark thing. I am DONE. Plus, because the weather is… well, WINTERY… it’s overcast and gray and darkish during the daytime, too. Sunshine is rare in February.

And it’s cold. Unrelenting cold. And here, in the armpit of southern Ontario, it does that unsettled weather thing, which means tons of snow and also freezing rain and wind and dog knows what else. Probably thundersnow and plagues of cold-resistant locusts or something. I wouldn’t be surprised.

But it is damp. Cold and dark and damp.

I hate it. Continue reading

Saturday Smile: Neutral Corners

Hullo again!

It’s been, once again, busy times here at the House of Peevish. After appointments and work stress and colds and aches-and-pains and all the rest, we are tired. Even Stinkerbelle has been feeling just Up. To. Here. and tired.

So, since the weather calls for “a mixed bag of snow, ice pellets, and freezing drizzle for Southern Ontario this weekend”, we have decided it is a good weekend to stay home, stay in, stay comfy, and relax. And that means, we will all go to our neutral corners and do our own things.

BDH is playing shoot-’em-up games on his computer. I am sitting in front of the faux fire listening to podcasts/watching costume dramas and knitting. And That Girl is having a jammie day and lounging around watching cartoons.



(Note that she could watch TV and sit on the sofa if she wanted to. But her bed is comfy and has the added bonus of blankets and stuffed-animal friends and nap-ability. So that is her neutral corner. I can’t knit while lying down, or I would totally opt for that, too.)

Tomorrow, maybe we’ll be more inspired. But today, we relax.


Coming Apart At The Seams, It Seems

I am coming apart at the seams. Or so it seems.

It’s hard, this whole getting older thing. I mean, I know we do it from the moment we are born. And yet? Unlike the whole “practice makes perfect” adage, it does not seem to matter how much we age, we don’t get better at it. In fact, it seems to get more difficult, not easier.

I’m not even that old. Well, at least that is what I tell myself.

But I have reached the part of my life wherein I must take greater care of myself. Pay more attention to what I do, what I eat, how I feel. Listen more to advice from my doctors. Fight against things that I can no longer control. And, despite how my brain feels about me, my body is all SCREW YOU LADY I HAVE BEEN AT THIS AWHILE AND FRANKLY I’M GETTING FUCKING TIRED OF YOUR NONSENSE.

It sucks, honestly. Continue reading