squirrelly

Today I was *going* to post an entry entitled
THINGS I HAVE TO STOP DOING SO I WON'T BE SO ANGRY ALL THE TIME AND I DON'T SPEND ALL DAY IMAGINING MYSELF AS A GIANT RADIOACTIVE BEAR THAT BREATHES FIRE AND CAN MAKE PEOPLE'S EYES BLEED JUST BY THINKING ABOUT IT AND WHILE THEY ARE BLEEDING FROM SAID EYES I ENVELOPE THEM IN FLAMES AND THEN FEAST ON THEIR FIRE-BLACKENED BONES
and it was going to be quite a list, let me tell you.

But then Oona and I stopped to watch some squirrels this morning. There's a sprawling house just a bit kitty-corner to her daycare (I say 'sprawling' because it has, for example, a side veranda that goes on for about fifty feet) and it made C cry when it went on the market and it was too expensive for us (I didn't cry at all, having seen The Money Pit) and it's home to about a thousand squirrels of all shapes and sizes and many days these squirrels run relays on the telephone lines over the street, these leaping silhouettes racing back and forth, and sometimes there's so many running so many different ways that Oona and I just stop and watch and laugh and try to count them (badly).

So that lifted my mood.

Slightly.

Comments

  1. Children can be a good thing in bringing us back down to enjoy the simplicities in life. I would love to live in St. Andrews, NB, but I refuse to be raped by the government with the high taxes of living in such a pretty little town. So we visit often, go for walks, take in the beauty of the historical surroundings, and enjoy a nice cup of java~

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  2. maybe you could rent oona out to (qualified) blue people. she lifts my mood too.

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  3. Now that was a mood swing!

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  4. Sweet-both squirrels and little girls-deep breath:)

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  5. Thank you for the information, the article is very well-written.

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