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Thursday, June 30, 2005

sucky Max


This is Max. He's a sucky boy. Inside, outside, daytime, night time, this is how he sleeps. On his back showing his fuzzy tummy, front paws curled up, with that stupid blissful look on his face.
He might be a sucky cat, but he's actually a pretty good cat. He loves us, for real. He keeps me company when I take a bath, he sits on the edge of the tub. He checks in on the girls each night after they are asleep, goes into each of their rooms and gives them a little sniff, sits down beside them and purrs loudly and looks proud. And then walks all over their little sleeping bodies on his way out. He follows us room to room. He smiles. He likes to watch CSI. He eats all forms of fruits and vegetables (we think he wants to be vegan). He has extra toes (you can see them in the photo) and freckles on his nose.

And sometimes, just sometimes, he can be a Regal Beast.


A.

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Summer Lily and the January Bouquet



One unexpectly warm, spring-like day this January the girls and I went outside to play. And we noticed how nice the old flowers, dried weeds, seed heads and seed pods from the summer's flowers looked, so together we cut a bouquet, the entire time Summer Lily running behind me asking "is it a bouquet, mama? is it a bouquet?".

The journalling on the layout reads:
(on the right page, around the photo) "unrivalled flower.. precious, rare, and sweet... Summer Lily)
( on the left page, above and below the photo) "on on unexpected spring day, summer did stay...")

This layout consumed me. Consumed me, and spit me back out.
Now I'm on my fifth layout of the night, doing a gift album for Paul's parents, of their 30th wedding anniversary party. At which, I was the (sole) photographer and all my shots turned out like shit. There's nothing I love more than scrapping 11 3/4 by 11 3/4 for someone else, trying to make something the entire family (including both aunts who donated funds to the creative cause), while working with crappy photos and no desire.
A.

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Summer Lily


a self portrait.
This is the drawing Summer Lily did in art class this week. The edges are a bit cropped from the scan, the hearts around her are complete on her page. I hope the colours and contrast are OK. Am still using Paul's laptop and his monitor blows out all of light colours. The yellow things on her head are barettes. Love those cute little ears near the top of her head with those cauliflower centres. And the big blue eyes and single nostril. And the open mouth.. that's the Scream influence.

Love this picture. I need to put it up somehwere in the house so I can see it all of the time. :)


A.

craftin' cat

Summer Lily to Max cat:
"silly Max! Cats can't do crafts! If you want to do some craftin' maybe you could go outside and put the mark of your paw in some dirt or maybe some mud. Or you could use your head... or maybe your butt..."


I should capitalize on this. Could be a hot new trend. Mark of a cat's paw in mud, an outdoors craftin' series by Summer Lily.
Think it'll fly?

A.

5 lovely things today

1. Summer Lily dancing in the rain.

2. Addie Blue dances in the living room.

3. Summer Lily sings a song about how much she loves her family, and plays Grumpy's guitar while Addie Blue taps along.

4. Good times with Paul.

5. A nice day with my whole family.



A.

Friday, June 17, 2005

salty dog

dear veggie dog,
more salt
does not equal
more flavour.



me and my pasty mouth,
thank you.




A.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

the appletree

I dialed with trepidation,
out of obligation
and necessity

because he needed me
(I hope)
and I really do love him.

Not knowing what would be at the other end.
he sounded insane, fitting, really,
and we both fought back tears.

He took great effort to tell me
repeatedly
he signed himself in.
He signed himself in.

We chatted for an hour and a half. We've never had so much to say.
I guess I didn't say a whole lot.
It was work to squeeze a word in,
even turing it edgewise.

He sounded so


happy
when he realized it was me calling.


We'll be OK,
we'll be OK.
You and me, we'll be OK.




A.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

poor big Moto

waking up to say
when I sneeze it feels like a fire-breathing dragon and it scares me.

(rotten cold.)



A.

Monday, June 06, 2005

nothing

Please don't ask how I singed my left eyebrow.

I'd rather not talk about it.




A.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

she speaks,

incessantly:

dada
mumma
milk
cup
down
cat
meow!
dog
woof!
chick
cheep!
tree
cheese
chips
bread
cracker
Meaghen
Carol
Grumpy
tickle tickle
night-night
toes

each their own distinct
baby word.

Addie Blue,
one year.


A.
(proud mama with tired but happy ears)

further, to: mail

Paul took my box to the post office today
(yet another shining example of how amazing he is),
and the woman behind the counter seemed quite perplexed.

Imagine!
The post office made a mistake!

She didn't think it would be a problem to put it back in the mail..
free..
and a week late..



A.

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

back home, too soon

The layout I mailed to Memory Makers last week just arrived back home. No explanation on the box, the mail guy didn't even wait for me to get to the door, just left it.

Did I really pay 13 dollars to have them move the box from the post office three blocks down back to my house?

And it took a week?

The Canadian mail system friggin sucks.



A.