still recovering


A month into it, I think I can finally say with some confidence that I’ve turned the corner and this cold is not going to kill me. It’s been a doozy, that’s for sure. Strep throat, sinusitis, cold sores, double ear infection, and, gulp, a subconjuctival hemorrhage, which is bleeding on the surface of the eye. Don’t Google image search it – trust me.

Sadly, Christmas was a subdued affair, what with me hacking and sniffling and leaking brains everywhere, and both my birthday and New Year’s were complete washouts. Bummer. The good news, as my coworkers pointed out, is that I must now have antibodies to absolutely everything going around. So bring it on, germy patrons. Cough on that card and then hand it to me. Sneeze in my face as I hand you your books. Wipe your nose with your hand and then ask to use my phone. No problem.

here a chick, there a chick

Chickens are just so expressive.

For instance, here’s a Barred Plymouth Rock chick looking suspicious:

And a Columbian Plymouth Rock looking suspicious wary:

And a couple Rhode Island Reds regarding me with suspicion skepticism:

This guy is a touch suspicious doubtful:

Whereas this one is exhibiting a distinct suspicion lack of trust:

These ones are sharing their suspicions reservations with one another:

And this one is slightly suspicious apprehensive, even in his sleep:

Easy there, chickens. This rollercoaster of emotions is wearing me out.

Halloween 2011

Has it already been three weeks since Halloween? What’s that? It’s been more than three weeks?

Oops.

Then I guess it’s too late to show you this:

Here’s Anna as The Most Familiar Sight in Nova Scotia. She even made the sign herself — with a little help from her Dad. Pretty good, huh?

Is it too late to show you this?

This is Foster as Captain Rex (from Star Wars, duh) in a costume made entirely by Foster and me his father. It’s amazing what I they can do with some cardboard and an x-acto knife.

So it’s definitely too late to show you this:

Charlotte’s starring turn in Anne of Green Gables: The Musical in ten years is a given, wouldn’t you say? The Boy Wonder No! I made the braids—me me me, not Whatshisname who tries to hog all the glory—and even went the extra mile to turn them into a hat so that (1) it would provide some warmth under the straw hat during trick-or-treating and (2) could be worn on its own for the rest of the winter. Genius, I know. I only mention it so you can see how humble I am about it. My genius, I mean.

I went as A Woman Who Generally Dislikes Halloween, but Walks Around the Neighbourhood With Her Children for Two Hours Anyway and Is Not-So-Secretly Hoping to Be Compensated in Mini Chocolate Bars. No costume required.