it's going to be okay

Everyone at work has helped fix my big blunder. Men have delivered picnic tables to a meadow. Lost shovels have been found. Scouters have laughed at the prospect of a bunch of Beavers wandering into "Lord of the Rings Come to Life." Teen volunteers have taken venue changes in stride. Extra leaders have agreed to work Saturday on incredibly short notice. There is sharing of toilets and much generosity with photocopying. The soil is damp and rich, the little trees are growing. The creek is swollen with the rain. Everything will be okay.

question: is anything more delicious than the first gulp of air when you get your head above water?

mompoet - relieved

peace

joy

bounty

It's still a beautiful world

a bit overwhelmed

It is not my nature to decline, recline and relax. Even in my leisure I accelerate. Right now I am feeling a bit overwhelmed with work, helping, volunteering, ramping up to the kids' fall schedule, buying a new car. Then I made a gigantic mistake at work - not that hurt anyone, but nearly scuttled a major special event and nearly let down a community stakeholder with whom I am planning the event. We recovered, I have been forgiven (I'm pretty sure of that). I won't make the same mistake again (forgot to check if something else was happening at the park where we were planning the event - something was). Luckily everyone involved is being gracious, positive and understanding. They probably think, "Thank goodness it wasn't me who made that stupid mistake." Luckily everyone has pulled their resources in to help solve the problem. Luckily things will be just fine Saturday and on the outside it will hardly look as if anything has gone wrong. Luckily I understand how lucky I am. Right now I owe God, karma, my built-in horseshoe (that's for Michele) and the good people around me. Big Time.

question: Did you ever open your eyes at the edge of a cliff and say, "ooops?"

mompoet - stepping back carefully and gratefully

A Tale of Two Squash

I had some really good squash and corn soup at a restaurant in Gibson's Landing a couple of weeks ago, which has got me in a squash-cooking mood. The local produce store wanted $1.69 a pound so I did not buy it there. That would have made a modest-sized squash cost about $6 which is just silly.

So I kept looking and I told my parents that I needed a squash. My mom bought me a glorious turban squash about the same time I bought an odd-shaped and coloured squash at a little market on Hastings Street. The lady there could not tell me the English name for it, so I took my chances, it being only 39 cents a pound and costing $2. Mom and Dad's squash is of indeterminate price. I picked it up from their place when I went to give the cat a pill after Word on the Street on Sunday. My parents buy me cheese and other things when they go to US once a week to pick up their mail. Dad keeps a tally of my grocery bill. Every once in a while I pay him $47 for cheese and squash etc and clear my tab.

Anyway, I now have two squash upon which I propose to experiment. I have named them Rosalie and Bruno. I will investigate them, cook them, eat them and report back.

question: what is Bruno anyway?

mompoet - duped by a pale pumpkin?

Maybe not so much like Hank Hill up Close

In July I wrote a post about George Bowering, renowned BC Poet and former Canadian Poet Laureate famed for slamming slam poetry. In my post I expressed my surprise upon seeing him read at the West Coast Poetry Festival, where I discovered that he looks like Hank Hill on the tv show King of the Hill. That's Hank on the left in this picture, if you don't know the show. I compared the reality to some of the publicity photos I had seen of the poet George Bowering like this one, and pondered just what it is a poet is supposed to look like.

I saw him again at Poet's Corner at The Word on the Street, where I volunteered on Sunday. I don't think he looks like Hank Hill anymore. You can decide by looking at the photo that I took. Now I think he looks like George Bowering. Having seen him twice, I have decided that it's the other photos that are wrong, and this is what he looks like. Similarity to a primetime cartoon character has faded. I met quite a few poets in the audience who have taken a poetry course that he taught. His poetry is very good, and from all accounts he is also a good teacher, and from what I saw on Sunday, a solid performer too.

One other thing I learned. He didn't wear his nametag. Most of the feature poets did not wear their nametags. That's okay, I'm sure they let them into the VIP lounge without them, unless of course the door person there was relying on old publicity photos or reruns of King of the Hill. Then George would not have got in, I don't think.

question: why does the way a person looks change with repeated exposure?

mompoet - minutiae-ponderer and nametag-kleptomaniac

an arm and a leg

I called my dad to tell him we bought one of these today, and to thank him for some help he and mom are giving by loaning us money to buy it.

He was gracious and enthusiastic, then dropped the other shoe. "Now you can do me a favour," he said. So it turns out I will be giving a pill to their cat for the next three days. Oops. that's not their cat. This is their cat. Oh, no, sorry. This is their cat.

Actually, their cat looks like this. And dad admitted that I do not have to actually put the pill inside either end of the cat (phew). This is good, because if I want to drive the new car I will need two hands and two feet intact. It is a standard transmission after all.

Their cat is fierce. But there is nothing I would not do for my mom and dad. Now or ever.

question: What does your cat look like?

mompoet - preferring felines who look like this

blog with fake spam

if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

question: why the heck not

mompoet - creative in the face of annoyance

At least we're not buying a house

Andy's car died yesterday. Today we are shopping for a car. We decided to get a new car, as in nobody else ever owned it before. The last time we bought a new car was in 1981. We both still lived at home with our parents and we bought a Toyota Tercel liftback to share. Brand new, $7 thousand. It was a great car. We kept it until our son was 2 years old.

Since then we have bought used cars and we have been fortunate to have been given two cars for free. The best ones have been the Subaru and the Civic that I'm now driving.

If you know me, you know I hate to shop. It's not that I don't like to spend money, it's just that I find the process of looking, comparing and choosing to be excruciating. I get overwhelmed very quickly by the visual stimulation, the hype, the apple-and-orangey-ness of it all. But off we went together to make this decision. So far we have looked at one of these and one of these and even one of these. Andy likes the Mazda best so far. Tomorrow we will go look at these. Soon we will own one of them.

Andy and I are trying to make a good decision, reading Consumer Reports, discussing price, options, reliability, styling, handling, long-term repair records, colours....I'm trying not to get stressed about it or overwhelmed by it. We are well, we love each other, the kids are wonderful. We'll own our house outright in just a couple more years. We have everything we need in the world and more, and finally we'll have a car that is not a rolling liability. We could not ask for more. In a few weeks it will feel like old news.

Please send me lots of positive energy on Saturday, for our continued auto shopping and probably decision-making day. And thanks, mom and dad for your help with this. We couldn't even contemplate it without you.

question: why are the silliest things sometimes the hardest?

mompoet - alloy wheels? what the heck are those anyway?

ps We're getting a stick shift!!!

What are you doing this weekend?

Go to Word on the Street. It's the best free thing to happen in Vancouver on a Sunday afternoon. Sunday, September 25 11am-5pm all around the block near the downtown Vancouver Library. I'll be at Poet's Corner. Come say hi.

Would you rather can tomatoes or can't tomatoes?

Would you rather squash a squash or be squashed by a squash?

Would you rather lend lint at Lent or be lent some Lent lint?

Would you rather be a butterfly butler or butter a butler's fly?

Would you rather knot or not? nitpick or nutpick?

Would you rather sprout wings or brussels?

Would you rather flex your clams or your mussels?

Would you rather be a cow or cow a bee?

Would you rather I stop?

okay

question: yup?

mompoet - ok

ps - that last bit is not meant to reflect the quality of Word on the Street. Believe me, it's much better, Word on the Street, I mean.

cat peace

Daughter brought the cat downstairs this evening and soothed her into staying in the living room. She kept the dogs quiet and calm and the general noise level low. The cat came down before 8pm. It is now 10pm and the cat is snoozing on back of the couch. The little dog is not barking at her. All is well.

Our daughter, the cat-whisperer.

question: who convinces the cat at your house?

mompoet - giving credit where credit is due

dog love

The little dog loves me now. Partly I think because I remind her of Michele - but mostly because she has figured out I am the mom. She whimpers at the door when I leave, the kids tell me, and she follows me around the house. She is jealous of the big dog. She barks when I pet Soleil, and tries to get in between Soleil and her food at meal times, until I shoo her away. She is eating things she does not usually like because I feed them to Soleil and she does not want to be left out. Like carrots. She likes to be cuddled and enjoys her own little dog version of rough-housing. When I pick her up the big dog looks at me with sad eyes. I cuddled Soleil and told her I know she wishes I could pick her up too, but she is WAY TOO BIG.

question: does sibling rivalry apply to canines?

mompoet - imagining what it would be like to carry the large dog around in my arms

How could you not love this face?

Sienna was pretty anxious for her first couple of days. She's feeling better now. Meanwhile, the cat ventured out from under the bed and came downstairs for a couple of hours this evening. Big black dog says, "Whatever."

question: do you think this is a scary dog?

mompoet - trying to convince the cat..

the creature from new westminster

We are dog-sitting this week. Our good friends Michele and Brent are in Montreal for a week and this time they took Michele's mom, Pauline, who usually looks after the "monster baby." Chiclet/Sienna is an American Eskimo miniature. Here's a google image. I'll take a photo later. It's just so early in the morning, everyone is asleep except the dogs who are lying down NOT BARKING and the cat, who has come out of my bedroom for the first time since Friday evening (we put her litter box up there finally yesterday afternoon for fear she's going to pee under the bed or explode). Anyway. The cat has finally come downstairs and she is sitting on the dining room table but I don't have the heart to shoo her down because she is afraid of the new dog. Sienna is the littlest furry mammal of the 3 (Soleil 70lbs, Amy 14lbs, Sienna 6oz - just kidding - 12lbs). But she makes up for it in volume and feistiness. Actually, she's settling down and feeling safer, and she must feel better now that she is actually eating. Did I mention that nobody is BARKING???

So now I'm going to eat my breakfast with 2 dogs under the table. My toes will be very warm. I hope the cat does not drink my coffee.

question - how many furry mammals at your house today?

mompoet - WOOOF!

rainy day

On Friday it rained in the morning. I was happy. I love when the weather matches the time of year and the feeling in my heart. I did not feel sad. Just cozy, happy, focussed. The rain fit.

The summer flowers looked like people who had stayed too late at a party and now the lights are on and they have to decide whether to go home or go to bed or just have breakfast. The rain made them moist and lush.

The dog loves to walk in the rain, not so much the walking part, but the drying after. When we get inside she heads straight for the towel closet. I dry her off from head to toe. She especially loves having her head and face rubbed, but she gives me her paws one by one, very solemnly and allows me to dry between her toes and fluff the feathers on the back of her legs. I can feel how skinny her tail is under all that fur. Sometimes, when she is completely dry and I am folding laundry, she comes and sits in front of me with a hopeful look. So I say, "Are you wet?" Then I dry her all over with a towel even though she is really dry already. That's how much she likes it.

Welcome fall, goodbye flowers, hello rain, thank you dog for loving so much.

question: do you like the rain?

mompoet - dry

That explains it

Tracie, the cycle class instructor, told us yesterday that she qualified for the Canadian National Triathlon team this summer. Sadly, she won't go to the World Championships this fall. They're in Hawaii, and she can't afford the trip. Yeahhh Tracie anyway!!!

So I guess that explains why, in her class, I regularly get my heart rate up in the 160s. Hmmm.

I started back to the weight room this week. Took a break over the summer for no particular reason. I kept up walking and cycling, but laid off the lifting for a bit. I can still do most of my weights but the next day I feel like I am made from owie-dough. Owie. I know it will get better if I keep at it. Over the summer they painted the weightroom and put in a new floor. All blue. It looks good.

Today will walk. No weights, no bike. No triathlon.

question: did you ever take a break from something just to find out what it would feel like to begin again?

mompoet - life is a triathlon

busy

you know you're having a very busy day when you eat for supper (at 9pm) the same thing you ate for breakfast (at 5:30am) - well, the supper part did include a glass of wine, but in a way, that's worse....

question: what's for supper?

mompoet - frosted mini-wheats

looks like a lemon, feels like a grape

I thought I was doing so fine with the changes of the season and goodbye to Barb and her family, then I was driving to work listening to Joni Mitchell singing "The Circle Game," (the seasons, they go round and round and the painted ponies go up and down. We're captives on the carousel of time...) and I thought how grown up my niece and nephews will be when I next see them and BOOOOOOHOOOOO! Then I regained my composure and went into the office and told my friend Robin about it and she told me the storyline to a country music song she heard on the radio about a teenage girl with cancer who goes to the prom and her date shaves his head to make her feel better and BOOOOOHOOOO!

Geeeez. I guess I am sad. Lucky I can deal with being slightly embarassed and there are people around me who love me and understand.

Meantime, I'm not reading any hallmark cards or looking at velvet paintings of large-headed children with sad eyes.

question: have you had a thin-skinned day lately?

mompoet - love is hard but good