Are blogs even a thing anymore? Let’s find out! A couple of times a week, I think about this
abandoned blog. I didn’t simply forget about it one day and leave it behind. I
just couldn’t quite get the posts right anymore. It took a while for me to
realize that the blog and my life have outgrown each other, and if things are
to ever move forward, one of us is going to have to change. The bad news is that I can’t go back to having
toddlers. And there is not a sad enough emoji in existence to express how I
feel about that one. Once I could talk about two year-olds smearing
poop on the walls, playing soccer naked, and generally being hilarious. Now I
have teenagers. And anyone who was ever a teenager knows that it’s not cool to
violate their privacy all over the internet, whether anyone’s reading or not.
And besides, teenagers aren’t hilarious. They’re horrifying. So, just like in real life, I’m going to have
to switch gears here and focus on me. I’m burning this thing to the ground and
Well, I've already started to backslide on my blog. But what can I say? Those last couple of weeks of school are CRAZY! I have an iron or two in the fire that I'm hoping to share in the coming weeks. In the meantime, Canada celebrates its 150th birthday today!
We contemplated celebrating our first Canada Day in the area by going downtown and checking out the festivities, but as it's such a big one, and as we'd be dragging along an autistic tween with crowd and noise issues, and a surly teenager with embarrassing parent issues, it seemed like more of a punishment for us than a celebration. So we decided to stick to the activities available to us in the immediate vicinity, which are actually plentiful and impressive.
You know what else is plentiful and impressive? The RAIN we're getting this grey, miserable Canada Day! Here's a look at an hour-by-hour forecast of what we're in for today:
Universe, strike me down now! It's Canada's 150th birthday, and …
After we had to let Finnegan go (and I swear I'll stop talking about this soon. Every time I start a new blog post, it seems to come out again. This is cheaper than therapy.), I must have been suffering from some residual guilt or something, because I got into this mode where I was obsessed with making life more luxurious for my remaining two pets. So, off to the sewing machine I went and made new beds for them. Then I went a step further and decided that the cat needed me to convert an old IKEA table into an activity station for him, with his new bed underneath. Here is what that looked like:
Note that there is no sign of the cat anywhere in this picture. That is the normal state of his activity station/bed.
Instead, this is where the cat can generally be found at any given time of the day or night:
On someone else's bed.
Under a completely different table, surrounded by clutter.