Yesterday was Kai's 1st Birthday (Happy Birthday, Kai!). Unfortunately, we couldn't do much because he is going through the throes of panosteitis (pano) right now, poor puppy. This means sedatives, analgesics, and much, much crate rest. Luckily, the pano comes and goes, so he has good days as well as bad. Because of this, we decided he should have an entire week of birthday fun!
When he is able, he'll go to dog parks galore, and travel with us in the car just about wherever we go. He'll get to walk along the lake shore in Burlington, where he can take the "high" path and look down on everything, as he loves to do. He'll go into any retail establishment that will allow it, and enjoy attention and admiration at all the local pet stores. The high point of the week will be his (and Lance's) first ever overnight camping trip.
If he is not able, he'll get all kinds of special attention anyway, just a more quiet kind. :)
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Beltane Mezcal
I hope everyone had a very merry Beltane. Despite rain and gloom, we certainly did! We decided to focus on excess this year, and the result was a very enjoyable night and day.
It started with my first ever taste of mezcal, which, despite my Mexican heritage, I'd never tried. We just happened to see it in Vintages section of the local LCBO. We were surprised to see no worm in the bottle, but we found out from a helpful clerk that while they DO still put it in mezcal, Canadian health regulations prohibit a worm's inclusion in bottles imported into Canada.
The mezcal itself had a deep, rich, smoky flavor. My DH said that he'd had a really inexpensive mezcal before, and it had tasted like kerosene. This one most certainly did NOT. While "smooth" is not a word I'd use to describe it, neither is harsh. I could only take small sips, and there was a pleasant burning all the way down my throat, but overall it was a thoroughly enjoyable experience. (My DH, who actually LIKES smokey flavors, enjoyed it even more than I did.)
The night continued with rich colors, great music, a superb bottle of wine, grilled steaks, and staying up WAY too late! The next day, May 1, we slept in deliciously late, then spent the remainder of the day walking in the woods with our puppies. Not necessarily excessive, but still a lot of fun. And the woods, at least, felt wonderfully witchy.
Contact me if you want more details on the Mezcal. :)
It started with my first ever taste of mezcal, which, despite my Mexican heritage, I'd never tried. We just happened to see it in Vintages section of the local LCBO. We were surprised to see no worm in the bottle, but we found out from a helpful clerk that while they DO still put it in mezcal, Canadian health regulations prohibit a worm's inclusion in bottles imported into Canada.
The mezcal itself had a deep, rich, smoky flavor. My DH said that he'd had a really inexpensive mezcal before, and it had tasted like kerosene. This one most certainly did NOT. While "smooth" is not a word I'd use to describe it, neither is harsh. I could only take small sips, and there was a pleasant burning all the way down my throat, but overall it was a thoroughly enjoyable experience. (My DH, who actually LIKES smokey flavors, enjoyed it even more than I did.)
The night continued with rich colors, great music, a superb bottle of wine, grilled steaks, and staying up WAY too late! The next day, May 1, we slept in deliciously late, then spent the remainder of the day walking in the woods with our puppies. Not necessarily excessive, but still a lot of fun. And the woods, at least, felt wonderfully witchy.
Contact me if you want more details on the Mezcal. :)
Friday, April 15, 2011
My Wonderful, Incredible, Magickal, Appreciation Journal
About a year ago I wrote a post about my appreciation journal. In trying to keep my spirits up, I was looking back through the past 12 months of things I had to appreciate, and decided to revisit the topic.
I should prefaced this post by stating that I LOVE journals. As some of you know, I love paper in almost all forms (plain notebook or printer paper doesn't do a whole lot for me, but just about anything else does). Whether it be an individual sheet, a ream, a pad, or, most especially, a journal, I just love it!
Now that you know that about me, you'll understand my delight when I found this particular journal. I didn't want to spend a lot of money, but I wanted something relatively pleasant, thereby increasing the chances that I'd actually use it! I headed over to the bargain books section of my local Chapters. I didn't think my chances of finding a journal or blank book in that section were great, but I figured it was worth a try.
I didn't see anything, but of course I had to take the opportunity to browse through the section anyway. After a few minutes, I saw a single copy of an untitled book with a pretty spine. Pulling it out, I found it was the PERFECT blank book for my purposes.
It's a pleasing square shape, with appealing, varied colors of green, pink, yellow lilac and blue on its plush cover. Three small panels take up half the front cover, with a word written in each--Faith, Family, Friends, respectively. ('Faith' gave me pause, because I tend to associate it with the Christian religion, but then I realized I, too, have faith.) Flowers and a butterfly round out the rest of the front cover. Inside, the pages are very pale versions of all these colors, with an inspiring quote on many of them, and a handy white bookmark ribbon to hold my place.
I fell in love with it instantly, and knew I had the book I needed in my hand. I looked at the back, and the inside front cover, and the spine, but could find no title or price listed. I looked for other copies, but it was the only one. I decided it had been misplaced, and went to the gift books section, assuming I would find more copies there. Nothing. I took it up to the counter, explained my search, and handed it over to the sales clerk. She could find no information about price on it, either, nor could she look it up in her computer without title or ISBN number or SOMETHING. She called a manager over. After hearing a shortened version of the story, the manager glanced at it, handed it to back to me, and said, "Just take it."
"Really?" I asked, not believing I understood her correctly.
"Yeah," she said. "We can't find any information on it."
I thanked them and left the store, elated that I had found such a perfect book, and it hadn't cost me a cent! I've thought since then that I was meant to have it, and that perhaps it appeared there just for me.
Magick!
I should prefaced this post by stating that I LOVE journals. As some of you know, I love paper in almost all forms (plain notebook or printer paper doesn't do a whole lot for me, but just about anything else does). Whether it be an individual sheet, a ream, a pad, or, most especially, a journal, I just love it!
Now that you know that about me, you'll understand my delight when I found this particular journal. I didn't want to spend a lot of money, but I wanted something relatively pleasant, thereby increasing the chances that I'd actually use it! I headed over to the bargain books section of my local Chapters. I didn't think my chances of finding a journal or blank book in that section were great, but I figured it was worth a try.
I didn't see anything, but of course I had to take the opportunity to browse through the section anyway. After a few minutes, I saw a single copy of an untitled book with a pretty spine. Pulling it out, I found it was the PERFECT blank book for my purposes.
It's a pleasing square shape, with appealing, varied colors of green, pink, yellow lilac and blue on its plush cover. Three small panels take up half the front cover, with a word written in each--Faith, Family, Friends, respectively. ('Faith' gave me pause, because I tend to associate it with the Christian religion, but then I realized I, too, have faith.) Flowers and a butterfly round out the rest of the front cover. Inside, the pages are very pale versions of all these colors, with an inspiring quote on many of them, and a handy white bookmark ribbon to hold my place.
I fell in love with it instantly, and knew I had the book I needed in my hand. I looked at the back, and the inside front cover, and the spine, but could find no title or price listed. I looked for other copies, but it was the only one. I decided it had been misplaced, and went to the gift books section, assuming I would find more copies there. Nothing. I took it up to the counter, explained my search, and handed it over to the sales clerk. She could find no information about price on it, either, nor could she look it up in her computer without title or ISBN number or SOMETHING. She called a manager over. After hearing a shortened version of the story, the manager glanced at it, handed it to back to me, and said, "Just take it."
"Really?" I asked, not believing I understood her correctly.
"Yeah," she said. "We can't find any information on it."
I thanked them and left the store, elated that I had found such a perfect book, and it hadn't cost me a cent! I've thought since then that I was meant to have it, and that perhaps it appeared there just for me.
Magick!
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