I figured out why my friend the Ent is crying. It’s tragic. Ent (otherwise known as Nosehair) must have known already.
If you click on the picture you’ll see that I’ve drawn a diagram. At the left is my friend Nosehair. (He’s a long lost relative of Treebeard.) At the top right hand corner of the picture is our nemesis.
They’re cutting down Nosehair’s neighbour!!!
I plan to give Nosehair a hug tomorrow when I go on my paper route.
… if they’re not chopping him down too!!!!!
I see faces in all kinds of places. This one is pretty easy to see:
Nice face
I took this picture a little over a month ago while delivering papers, but it never seemed interesting enough to post.
Here’s another I took the same day:
Death mask?
To me this one has more of a death mask feel to it. Do you see it? Maybe it’s just my crazy imagination.
And speaking of crazy imaginations…
I wonder if this first tree is unhappy about its new protrusion on its proboscis:
big tree zit
Maybe to a tree this is bling. I think I’d want to sneeze.
I had help today! 😀
Slave… I mean Alex
He even took some pictures for me!
His favourite
But the real adventure didn’t start until we came across the lady playing catch with her unleashed dog.
Me: (holding Alex by both hands as the dog is running towards us) He’s afraid of dogs.
Lady: Oh, he’s friendly.
Me: But he’s afraid of dogs.
Bitch: (looking around me at Alex who is straining to see where the dog went) Does he want to pet him?
Me: (hanging on to Alex for dear life so he doesn’t run into traffic) No, he’s afraid of dogs.
Psycho bitch: But he’s smiling…
Me: (in my head) Hey fuckflap! Have you ever considered how shitty you would feel if a kid got run over by a car because of your friendly fucking dog that you won’t restrain because you obviously know my son better than I do? Wake the fuck up and listen to me! HE’S AFRAID OF FUCKING DOGS!!!
In reality I said nothing because the dog had run off again. I should have said something.
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I was sitting here trying to come up with a blog post when I realized it. There’s nothing going on in my real life that’s worth writing. Whenever I came up with something, it was either something I want or something I imagine.
For instance, I was out on my paper route today, looking as I always do for inspiration, and there was this woman walking her dog. From a distance it was an odd looking dog, mostly because it was black and gray and the gray parts of the dog blended in so well with the sidewalk that parts of it were invisible. So, of course, my imagination took over.
What if I woke up one day and no longer recognized things that I should… as though I’d woken up in a different dimension. And what if I saw this dog on my paper route and *gasp* it had four legs?!? Everyone knows that animals all have two or three legs – except birds who of course have four. But imagine that! An animal that resembled a dog except it had FOUR LEGS!
So that’s my life. Dogs with four legs. Exciting stuff, eh?
Seems one of the neighbourhood’s kitties has gone missing.
Mmmm…reward….
Seriously, check out the reward.
Do you think I can pass off Thomas as their missing cat?
Thomas the feral cat
There’s a bottle of wine in it for me if I can pull it off.
In other news, I’m afraid to go into my front garden in case there is black and white cat hair littering the ground around my daffodil.
Speaking of flowers, we have some!
Here’s to spring!
Cheers all!
It seems the man-eating daffodil from last week didn’t eat the neighbourhood feral cat after all.
Thomas the feral cat
The kids call him Thomas. I don’t know if anyone has actually been close enough to pick him up to see if he rattles; maybe he’s more a Thomasina. Here s/he is picking through the remnants that the garbage man left on the side of the road. Many of the neighbours leave food and water out for him/her, but I guess old habits die hard.
The daffodils are doing well so it seems spring is, in fact, here.
Stalking daffodil
You can see the dangerous daffodil in the background on the left in this picture. I still don’t trust it.
So it’s not really ON my paper route – I took these pictures in my own front yard. But I was on my way home from my paper route, so I’ve decided this counts.
My perennial weeds
I just wanted documentation that spring is coming. It is! And soon I’ll be able to leave my winter coat at home.
Gotcha!
Doesn’t it look like this daffodil is about to attack? I haven’t seen the neighbourhood feral cat in a few days….
Ah, the pleasures of living in southern Ontario. Instead of the forecasted mountain of snow, we’re having an ice storm. Power is intermittent. If it wasn’t so pretty it would be intolerable.
It took a bit of bravery to deliver my papers today. Having to listen for cracking from above and dodging falling branches.
Timber!
Living in an old part of town is pretty, but it’s also pretty dangerous when the ancient behemoths come crashing down.
My backdoor neighbour’s tree
I didn’t expect to post two of my adventures in one week, but today certainly deserves honourable mention.
Well, the good news is my laptop didn’t get stolen. Right, I should probably start at the beginning.
Upon stepping out my front door this morning with my papers I was pleasantly surprised. Not only has it warmed up a few degrees, the sun was coming out and … YAY! so are the flowers at the front of my house. I went back inside to get my sunglasses and my camera and, newspaper bag over my shoulder, set my glasses down absentmindedly to take a few shots of the new spring blossoms.
Lovely, yes?
So, both satisfied and happy with myself I stood up and reached into my pocket to find my sunglasses. Not there. Feeling a little sick I looked around my feet. Noth…. what’s that under my foot? Oh look!
Bent sunglasses!
So, cussing along my way, I finished off my paper route, but not without stopping by one of my customers – a dry cleaning business where the TV is always on – to find out that we’re to expect 15cm of snow Thursday and another 10cm on Friday. That’s a total accumulation of 10″ for my friends who haven’t caught up to the rest of the planet. You know who you are 😉
And then, to top it all off, I arrived home, put the key in the keyhole and…. locked the door. In my giddy glee I forgot to lock the house up.
The good news is… yeah. I have something to blog with.
This is more of a rant than anything else. My paper route is becoming an adventure in monotony. Why, you ask?
Take a look at this elm at the front of my house:
what do you see?
Bare branches, right? No leaves. What the hell? It’s April 3rd and I’m still waiting for one day when I’m at least tempted not to put on mukluks, a parka, a hat, my hood, gloves and underneath all that my fur-lined liberty bodice!
So what’s the deal here? And who do I complain to?
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