Tuesday.

First one in a while where I haven’t had to be out of town for five or more hours. Feels pretty good to be home, if I’m being honest. As much as I like going places, and doing things, and being with others, the older I get the happier I am to stay home. It’s where my hobbies are. My office / studio space, and my wood shop are all here. Teaming with projects, old, new, as of yet unrealized. It’s great to be home. Plus when I’m home I’m not out spending money. Though I do enjoy experiences of all sorts. It’s cheaper to be home. And as a freelancer with invoices paid at irregular intervals, I’m best to be cautious with money right now.

In continuation of Domestic Duties Monday, I do have a fair amount of laundry to sort through and put away. The never ending cycle of t-shirts, shorts and under pants that I have to wash and sort every single week. Oh my! It’s alot. But I’d rather do that than commute four hours a day down to Liberty Village, or Mississauga or deep into the heart of York Region. Soon enough the kids will stop wanting to play with all of these toys, and their chores will adapt to their age and abilities. I can delegate their own laundry to them, and vacuuming, sweeping, mopping the floors, bathroom cleaning, putting away groceries, loading and running the dishwasher, recycling bins, garbage pick-up around the house, even lawn care or garden bed weeding can be handed over to the two kids. I have them helping with snow removal as is, so that will be a big help as they get stronger. Washing the cars, windows, drive way, so many things I can get them to do. But, for right now, while they are small, I’m ok to do that myself. Ciao Bella.

Not to belabor the point, but…

Here we go. Come on then. Get it out, say it, say it. I know you want to. I can hear it in your voice that you’re itching to say something. Hm? No? Cat got your tongue? “Well, it’s just funny that…”

Another lovely late spring weekend behind us. Father’s Day was pretty good. Busted out the new waffle iron, and gave that a go on Sunday. I need to tweak that recipe a touch, not quite sweet enough for me. But it works, and it was edible. I could have gone with my usual cooked English breakfast, but waffles were calling my name.

I did a fair amount of cleaning on Saturday morning while I was expecting my wife and kids to be out of the house until 10:00 or 11:00am, so the floors got a sweep, a vacuum, and a mopping. Grass got cut. And a general tidy up after my evening watching movies. I have laundry on the go, and the dish washer to run next. So I’m ahead of the game for Domestic Duties Monday. All of the kids extracurriculars other than gymnastics are over until September, so evenings are free and clear once more.

I have some small work matters to attend to this week. Nothing too major. I did recently learn that one of my clients has been acquired, absorbed into a larger conglomerate, and will no longer require my services. Sad. True. But part of the business cycle. I’m no stranger to the ebb & flow of clientele. At some point in the next year I will find a new set myself. Building the business is my least favourite thing to do. RFP’s, proposals, presentations, word of mouth, old friends coming back into the fold, new opportunities. Something somewhere will give. Best to put yourself into a great position to receive whatever is coming. It has happened before, and will happen again.

So that’s how my Monday is starting, how does the rest of your week look? In two more weeks time my wife with have a year off, to be at home, full time, with me, again, just like the lock downs. Should make for interesting times. Ha.

Ciao Bella!

Happy Father’s Day to all whom fill the role.

Enjoy the 20th most celebrated holiday in North America, according to Ali Siddiq. Whether out on the golf course, or drunk in the sun day drinking for a BBQ, have a good one. To the non traditional folks that occupy the role, have a good one too.

I celebrated on Friday evening with a fun night in with no children fighting in the house. Watched a favourite movie with a couple of mixed drinks. Was in bed asleep before midnight. A real wild ride.

Happy Sunday mid morning. It’s sunny, warm on the verge of getting hot. Blue skies with some cloud cover. A lovely looking day.

What the night held… a retrospective on an evening to myself.

Got the kids 6 man tent set up, and the rain guard attached, and then promptly drove myself home with tunes blaring out the car windows at full volume. Walked in the door and gathered up my movie choices, spirits from the downstairs fridge, and all the components for my karaoke machine. Had the karaoke set up while I created a pitcher of Sex on the beach, substituting blue raspberry freezies for the crushed ice. Seven up, on, cranberry raspberry cocktail, peach schnapps and lemon vodka and the evening was off to a great start. I sang a bunch, then moved to the couch to watch some motorcycle rebuild videos, and also some Adam Savage Tested back log that I had passed up on earlier in the month. Spent two hours watching videos, and reading twitter, and looking through IG. At 9pm I was ready to watch a movie, and I settled on Aliens, because I think it’s great. Set that up ready to press play. I watched the sun go down from the back porch for a breath of fresh air. I had played guitar earlier in the day while waiting on a response to some photo editing, so I killed that bug early on. Didn’t need to lug an amp, guitar, pedals and cords up into the living room. Which is good, since the mixed drink(s) were not weak. Not overly strong, just not watery. I ate some proper Tea Biscuits while I watched 2/3 of Aliens, then had a shower and went to bed at… drom-roll please… 11:52pm. So I hit my mark, and exceeded it slightly, without being obnoxious about it. Slept soundly until 7:30am, and here we are. Not the raucous bacchanal I’m sure others would have engaged in, but a good enough Friday night for me. I had so many options open to me that I couldn’t do them all, and I had to pick just a few of the basics and be satisfied with my choices. Yes I could have sculpted, or painted, or started a wood working project, or written a brand new short story, or any manner of other things. I’m good with the mixed drinks, movie, snacks, shower, and internet video rabbit-holing on YouTube. Five hours isn’t that crazy an amount of time. Kids will be home in an hour, so staying up WAY later would have been a bad choice to make.

I didn’t order any food, my wife was kind enough to bring home take out for us all prior to their evening camping event with Guides. So I was pretty full and didn’t need more than a few biscuits to get me through the evening stretch. Glorious.

Plus now I need to mow the lawn, and I don’t fancy doing that hung over. That’s an awful job to do with a turned stomach, pounding headache, and a desire to lie down and vomit. Those days are 97% behind me now. Ha. Happy Saturday.

What to watch?

Looks as though I’m going to have an evening to myself, and now I need to figure out what I want to watch. Do I want to do a re-watch of Dune, Bladerunner 2049, or Aliens? Should I switch gears and go for Bridesmaids, Pineapple Express, Knocked up or the Forty Year Old Virgin? I don’t know. It isn’t that much time. And I know myself, I won’t stay up beyond 11:00pm just to watch more than one movie. So I need to choose a real banger. Plus I want to play some guitar (loudly) and fix myself a mixed drink or two. I already went out earlier this week to pick up the orange juice (no pulp), cranberry cocktail, and some 7Up. I’m skipping the ice, in favour of blending in some blue raspberry Freezies into the mix. Maybe the sugar content will help me make it to 11:00pm without falling asleep on the couch. I have my bluetooth speaker all juiced up for a lively play along session too. Ha. Living on the edge here my man! Do I order a pizza? Grab some chicken wings that I have gift certificates for? Who knows? The evening is wide open, at least for now. Maybe I’ll play on my Xbox for a change? That’s always fun. Or catch up on some reading? Start a new sculpting project? Or, now hear me out here, mask up and start air brushing the prepped parts of my resin model kit. So many great options, it’s hard to choose.

I have more photo editing to accomplish today. And probably some sell sheets to tackle aswell. Best finish up with my breakfast, and my day dreaming and get on to working. Ciao Bella!

Sobering moment.

Last night my oldest fell (for a silly reason I won’t mention to avoid further embarrassment) and cut herself fairly badly on a tin can from our recycling. What saddened me was she was so afraid I’d be mad that she hid the actual scalloped wound and only showed me this very minor scrape on the outside of her shoulder. But as she became very pale, I asked her to go lie down, and if she needed a bucket, because she is prone to vomiting at blood/pain. This should have been my first clue to stop and really examine her. But I asked and asked “are you ok?” And didn’t pry or really focus. Her ashen face really should have twigged my senses and I dropped that ball, badly. It wasn’t until later at night when she wanted to replace a bandaid for bed, which she had secretly put on earlier, that my wife and I saw the true extent of her real injury. A 2.5 inch long gash, nah! Scalloped divot cut out of her arm pit (or near enough) that was still bleeding 2 hrs in. We dabbed it, and added Polysporin, and applied a larger sterile pad, and sent her to bed. But it bothered me that she was more afraid we’d be mad, than seek help for what very nearly could have been a horrific injury. Had it of gotten into her actual armpit, hit a lymph node, or worse an artery, she’d have hidden it and bled out before we knew enough to apply a tourniquet which I have in the house for lacerations! I was terribly angry at myself, one; for the cut lids being up on the cans I’d opened that day, and two; my child being afraid I’d be mad about a little mess on the floor rather than being concerned for her well being. I realize I harp on at them for making messes, and their lackadaisical cleaning efforts, but I’d hoped they knew I loved them more than I care about a clean kitchen floor.

Seems I have some revaluation of my demeanor to look into. I say “I love you”, lots, but do I show it enough? I realize I’m not terribly sympathetic. Usually it’s a result of people hurting themselves by doing exactly what I have asked them not to, in order to avoid injury. So… I should work on that. By being more sympathetic, and having greater empathy for little kids trying to learn by doing. Gotta make those mistakes to learn the hard lessons I guess. I wanted to shield them from all that pain, but they do it anyway, much to my annoyance. So there. Yes. It’s all me. I definitely need to work on that. Seek out to comfort first, before being annoyed or upset. Leave the lecture for after we’ve all been patched up and looked after. Sounds reasonable. What a way to learn that lesson for myself. Yikes. I feel terrible about it. I’m writing it down, so it won’t soon be forgotten. Cheese. Huh.

Yeah – so welcome to Thursday. Talent show today. Hope that goes ok, as we’ve got more rain and storms coming. Not to mention my daughters injury to contend with for her act. I need to go edit some photography, and look over my daughters book report. Take care. Feel free to be introspective today too. Ciao Bella!

Whoops I didn’t do that thing, that thing I need to do, but forgot, Oh baby, baby…

I really do need to set up an appointment to get blood work done. I see the request form, and think about it, then forget, cycle and repeat. It’s not a fear of needles, or going to the lab, which is near by. I just forget. And I’m not 6-8 months late on pressing go. Gotta get on that. Fast.

Here we are, Wednesday. This month is going by quickly. Very quickly given how much stuff we’ve had to cram into our weekends and school nights. Not done yet, but we are far far closer to the end of the rush period than ever before. Book Fair / Talent Show tomorrow evening, two separate shows at that! Which reminds me I need to contact the school to reserve 3 tickets to at least one of the two shows. Time to write letters, send e-mails, and possibly call a few PTA folks. To Facebook!

I do have some pressing matters to attend to this morning, so I’ll cut this short. Have a great Hump Day everybody.

Oh Me, Oh My!

I nearly forgot to post today. Long, wild, arduous day today. Long time up on my feet on concrete floors, and pavement. Not going to lie, feel a tad dehydrated, and could sleep until noon tomorrow. Weather worked with us, at least until 3:00pm when the rain came. But otherwise a very good day to be up and about. Moving & shaking. Getting things done.

Up like a puff of smoke.

Snap your fingers and it’s all done. Yesterday was the last Spring dance recital of 2023. Works out to about $2,000.00 for both kids, instruction, uniform, costume, and recital tickets. My youngest was a one eyed, one horned flying purple people eater for the Fright Night themed recital. And my oldest was a grey ghost, I think it was anyway. The music choice didn’t give me any helpful clues, that was what I could grasp from her Acro routine. Both were very cute. And well performed, though I am terribly biased towards my own children. Pointed fingers and toes, a lot of snap to the movement changes, stayed on beat, hit their marks (well the older one most certainly did) as the Kinder Dance with teachers on stage was more of a cuteness spectacle than a talent showcase. To be expected in kids under six years of age. Too damn cute!

Still unsure why the kids had to be dropped off a full 90 minutes before curtain call, for a 90 minute show, but I’ve been off stage for many decades, and I don’t typically go to dance rehearsal, their mother does. I will in a pinch, but Taekwon do, Skating, Ringette, Soccer, Gymnastics, Parent-Teacher conferences, sick days, Doctor & Dentist visits are my thing. Guides and dance go to mum. I don’t make the rules but I do enforce them! Ha.

Gymnastics runs until the end of the month, and we have a Talent Show this week, plus a Guiding sleep over, and an Athletic Banquet all this week, so not quite out of the woods yet. Getting ever closer to all extracurriculars coming to a summer shut down. Feels never ending when you’re in it, and then when it does end you realize a whole season or year is over and gone. Hmm. Mixed emotions at the passage of time. I need to eat, and get back to work. Just taking a break while doing laundry, and finding out the kids gymnastics gear. Ciao Bella!

The Inevitability of Changing Tastes.

I’ll give you one example, that came up just today. The idea of a massive bowl of candy for breakfast was once ‘The Dream’ to have at my disposal when I was eight. Now the idea of a bowl full of sugar makes my stomach turn. If I’m going to bother to eat breakfast now, it will be Raisin Bran or some kind of Nuts n’ Honey type thing, with granola in it. Still sweet, but not primarily sugar based. For a very long time I couldn’t eat breakfast because I always woke up feeling like I would throw up if I ate anytime between 5:45am and 9:00am. Never found out why that was.

But nowadays staring across the island at a bowl of Sugar Crisp, Lucky Charms, Coco Pebbles, or Count Chocula would probably make me want to just pour it in the green bin. Can’t do it. I’m not more conservative, I’m just not interested in sticky sugary teeth, and ultra sweet cereals any more. Grown out of it. Can’t point to the exact date and time I switched, but I switched nonetheless. Funny how that happens.

I still don’t drink coffee, tea or any sort of wine. Though!, I will say this. Yellow Tail makes a delicious sparkling white wine called “Bubbles” that I will mix with Orange, Cranberry, or Grape juice on Christmas, Boxing Day, and New Year’s Day mornings along with a piping hot cooked breakfast. That I will indulge in. Otherwise I don’t really drink any type of wine the rest of the year. I’m more of a Rye and, or a Rum and, type of guy. Usually with Coke. Not the sniffed version, but the red can.

Last year I bought all the spirits I needed to make Sex on the Beach, a rather involved mixed drink, by my standards. And I found it to be exceptionally good. It takes far more work to produce than I would typically care for, but when I bother to make a pitcher of the stuff, BAM! I’m into it, like a dogs nose in a crotch. Which reminds me, I need to buy more orange juice, Cranberry cocktail, ice, and some Sprite/7Up if I’m going to make myself some for Father’s Day next weekend. We have some fancy cheeses I bought for my wife’s birthday that we have left over, I’ll grab some fresh bread. Watch a movie, drink(s) in hand, cheese at my side, and maybe play a little guitar while I’m at it. The rest of the family have a sleep over for Guides that doesn’t involve me. A quiet Friday night to myself.

I’m saddened to learn that the new animated Spiderman has been bumped out of imax/AVX theaters for yet another Transformers movie. I’ll need to wait until I can buy it on bluray now. I really wanted to see that in imax 3D for the full experience. I had intentions of going to see Guardians Vol 3 too, but just couldn’t find the time. That’ll come to Disney+ at some point later in 2023, so I’ll still get to see it. I may just buy it on disc anyway. Never k ow when these streaming sites will go bust, or simply pull the content you like and it’s all gone for good. Modern problems.

Today is the big day, both kids perform in their respective dance recitals. Will have a frantic afternoon doing hair & make-up while we dress them in their expensive (yet overly small) costumes. We need to then get them to the venue 90mins prior to showtime, which seems like way too long, for kids this young. Sign them in, then kick rocks in the parking lot for 90 minutes until the doors open and the show starts. Their photos looked really good that they had done for the playbills. Professional and everything.

This is a longer Sunday post that usual. It looks to be drizzling a bit. Roads out front are wet, with standing puddles, agood sign! Take care out there. Ciao Bella!