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ShinyHappy - Thoughts for February 1st - 15th
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02/15/05 No dreams to share today.
So, we took Halo to the vet today. He hasn't been eating or washing himself, which are both pretty bad signs, and it was obvious that he was dehydrated. I've been wondering if the Glebe Pet Hospital would be as wonderful as the vet clinic I used to take him to in Kingston, and so far they seem to be. The people at the clinic in Kingston loooooooved Halo. The techs always made a big fuss over him and babied him and gave him stuff, and they always told me how adorable he is.
The tech who showed us into the examining room to weigh him said that he looked a lot like her own cute kitty. She was really nice to him when she weighed him and let me be the one to coax him out of his carrier (the one that he was terrified to get into, that became his only safe haven once we got to the clinic) so she could do it. The vet himself was not a gushy type, but as he was looking him over and squeezing him and opening his mouth and whatnot he said, "Well, he's a very handsome little cat, isn't he?" Why, yes he is!
So the verdict was that he'd stay there until Thursday during which time he'll be hooked up to an IV and get bloodwork done so they can run tests. If all goes well he comes home on Thursday. The thing is that the vet told me it would be a good idea for me to feed him only wet food from now on since it would be the same as giving him subcutaneous fluids. Since I don't want to do the subcutaneous fluids we'll attempt this, but Halo doesn't like canned food. At all. I think he's grossed out by the texture or something. I know I would be. We'll see how it goes, I guess. We're going to go visit him tomorrow and see how he's doing.
Other than that not a heck of a lot else is going on right now. I'm worried about the kittyboy and I hope he's perked up by the weekend when we go to Kingston. My mom's birthday is on Saturday so we're heading up there that day and staying until Sunday. It'll be a short visit, but it'll be nice. Maybe this time I won't go on a raging bender! You know, cuz it's my mom's birthday.
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02/14/05 I swear I'm not eating sauerkraut before bed.
I had another odd dream last night. In it Colin was driving me and Andrew home when I realized that I'd left all my stuff at his place (where we'd slept over). He turned around to drive back and Dan's brother Jonathan (who was also along for some reason) offered us some apples. I ate one, but my lips started puffing up and I realized I was having an allergic reaction. Suddenly I was waking up in my own bed (still in the dream) and couldn't remember anything past eating the apple. Andrew came along and informed me that we'd gone to the hospital where my lips had swelled up so much they were bleeding, then we went to Denny's to eat steaks. He was surprised to hear that I didn't remember any of it. And my lips were O.K..
Tee hee. All kinds of weirdness there. I'm sure that dream interpreters would have a field day with the whole poisoned apple thing. And ... I'll leave it at that.
Today was a lovely day. Andrew had an appointment in the afternoon, but we'd planned to go out on a wee Valentine's Day date this evening so I was eagerly waiting for him to come home. When he came in the door from the snowy, icky weather outside he had his hood up and a very naughty smile on his face. I was like, "What are you smiling about?" He threw back his hood and lo! Sexy new haircut! And I'm talking sexy. Short, stylish, and full of product! O.K., the product isn't sexy since it makes it hard to run my fingers through his sexy new hair, but he just looks so good! So ... sexy!
I think this will become a Valentine's Day tradition, as it was last Valentine's Day that he got the very-expensive-yet-hot haircut that sent me into transports of joy.
So, we walked up the street to Feleena's Mexican restaurant for our V.D. dinner. Tee hee. We had enchiladas and shared the deep fried ice cream for dessert, then came home and watched The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.
All in all it was a perfect Valentine's Day.
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02/13/05 Alannah looked very pretty in that planter.
I had a funny dream last night. I dreamed that David Letterman was being replaced as the host of the Late show and I was selected to take over for him. I don't think he was particularly pleased about having to pass on the torch, and I'm also not sure why I was chosen for the job. Don't get me wrong; I was flattered. Just confused. So on my first night we co-hosted and it went really well despite me being nervous and scared and very unsure that I was the right one for the job. When it ended, though, I felt awkward and wasn't sure what I should do. Was I supposed to just sit there? Should I go shake Paul's hand? Then Letterman walked past me and I could tell by his face that he was very pissed off and didn't even want to look at me. That made me sad. But I had a new career in showbiz so I got over it!
Thinking about it when I got up made me recall Slow Wave so I spent a nice while there today reading all the ones I've missed. That's some funny stuff. Then I thought that my dream was weird enough to submit, so I did! I hope it gets used. But if it doesn't, at least I've shared the joy here.
The rest of my day was less weird. I made sure to watch America's Funniest Home Videos tonight because honestly, I love that show. And it's not because I think it's funny to see people getting hit in the crotch or killing themselves on trampolines or falling in the water when climbing out of boats. Those are all funny things, but it's the animal clips that I love the most. Especially the cat ones, of course. And tonight I was not disappointed. There was a clip of a cat snooping around in a gift bag that was on the floor. However, when it poked its head into the bag it happened to poke it through the handle loop, and then got the bag stuck on itself. So it did what any cat in that situation would do: It took off like a screaming furry rocket around the house, frantically trying to get away from the bag that was attached to its neck. Its owner chased after it just as frantically while I sat on my sofa and peed my pants. See, it's funny because when I was growing up I saw the same thing happen to one of our cats with a plastic grocery bag.
If we'd had a video camera around for some of the funny animal things that happened when I was growing up we'd be ten thousandaires, too! Like, the time Alannah was modeling a macrame planter on her head and Lou the dog attacked her. Or the time Chrissy dog did the boot dance. Or when we put tinfoil on all the animal's tails. Good times.
Andrew made it home safe and sound tonight. Now I'm happy. He not only came home, he came home bearing gifts! He brought me hairsticks from Montreal. Isn't he thoughtful and loving? I'm very glad that he's back and he doesn't have to go away again for another month, thankfully.
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It sure is quiet around here with my Andrew away.
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02/11/05 Vikings make fun of me.
Just to warn you: I'm putting on my complaining hat.
I don't like having a nosy superintendent. Today the phone rang while I was still in bed. I saw that it was someone at the door and since I was still in bed and not dressed and looking like still-in-bed crap I ignored the summons. When I got out of bed (in due time) I went to see if there'd been a delivery sticker stuck on our door since I'm expecting a package. Instead of a sticker I found the package itself sitting atop the mailboxes. Yay! A package! It was shea butter, and yes, it's a hair thing.
An hour or so later I was in the bathroom, which you have to know because being in the bathroom is what kept me from answering the phone when it rang again. I checked the display when I got out of the bathroom and saw that it had been someone at the door again. Wha hay? I hurried to the door since it had been a very brief time and I could hear someone out in the lobby. I opened the door to see our superintendent puttering around the mailboxes. (It actually looked like he was cleaning the mailboxes, which I find odd.) He saw me and exclaimed, "Oh, you are home!"
I was like, "Yeah."
He looked very concerned. "You got your package then?"
"Um, yes. I got it earlier."
"Well, good, because I was afraid someone had taken it."
Oh, come on. There are always pieces of mail and miscellaneous packages sitting on top of the mailboxes. Why are you dinging my doorbell in all this anxiety? Do you go around buzzing everyone in the building whenever there's mail for them sitting on top of the mailboxes?
Come to think of it, he might. Sheesh.
Anyhow, it was the day of missed calls because when I took a walk to the store this evening I missed Andrew's call from Montreal and I'm sad about that. Poor guy. He had to leave at a ridiculous hour this morning. Anything before seven a.m. is ridiculous. Hell, anything before eight a.m. is ridiculous. I think he left at ridiculous:20 a.m. or something like that.
Here is something fun: Find your Viking Name. Here are my results:
My Viking name is Kolfinna Oakenhound.
Your Viking Personality: You're a fearsome Viking, but you aren't completely uncivilized. The other Vikings make fun of you for that. You are strong and tireless, frequently shouldering burdens that would tire lesser women. You probably know which end of a sword to hold, but you're not a fearsome fighter by any stretch of the imagination.
You can handle long sea voyages easily, despite the lack of amenities. Vikings make fun of you all the time. Not always behind your back, either.
You have a fairly pragmatic attitude towards life, and tend not to expend effort in areas where it would be wasted. You sometimes come off as a bit of a snob. Vikings are not snobbish people -- they either like you, or they kill you. Try to be more like a Viking.
Frankly, I don't wanna be a Viking.
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02/09/05 Kelly Kelly Kelly Kelly!
I've managed to simmer down about my whole disappointment over The Amazing Race finale. I guess I wasn't as emotionally invested in it as I thought, because man, when they killed Xena I mourned for days. Like, three of them. In other television news, Lost was back with a new episode this week and I realized that I have a crush on the bald older guy named Locke. It might be a non-sexual crush, unlike my Patrick Stewart crush. Locke just has a nice smile.
Instant topic switch: Sometimes when we're talking to friends and the subject of children with unfortunate names comes up (which it does on a surprisingly regular basis) I bring up the fact that I once knew of a person named Kelly Kelly. I'm never sure if I'm believed, because let's face it; that's just silly. True, nonetheless, and I finally have proof! That's right, check out this article in the Kingston Whig Standard to see. Kelly Kelly is named not once but twice in that article! Go, Kelly Kelly! I love your name!
Andrew is going away this weekend. I have complained about that a bit, but not for real. I did go away and leave him for a week, after all. Besides, he's not going away to have actual fun since it's school-related and therefore will be work. He does get to see his sister Jenny, though, which is very nice to do and does fall within the realm of fun. I plan to spend the weekend keeping a very close eye on my cat since he's not seeming at his best this week. Since coming back from Kingston I've thought he looks a little thinner and little less lively, although he's still eating and drinking. I've wondered if I'm not just comparing him to my mom's cats (who are both fat) or Alannah's kitten, who is full of the healthy goodness of youth. Halo does have kidney problems and is always skinny and a bit stiff. Anyhow, I'll be watching him like a hawk. Think good thoughts for him if you don't mind doing so for a little orange kitty.
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02/08/05 THAT'S Entertainment!
Argh. Reality television--while a love of mine that will never truly die--is sometimes a cruel, cruel mistress. It was tonight. Now, I've never watched an entire season of The Amazing Race before. All the running and screaming at each other and trying to be somewhere on time really stresses me out and I get sympathy ulcers just watching. I thought this time around would be just as difficult for me but it was made a little easier because they've started hobbling the contestants by having them get all caught up with each other a few times per episode so my heart rate doesn't soar above acceptably healthy levels. This infuriates some other people *coughandrewcough*, but it makes it that much easier for me.
Anyhow, tonight I loved and hated the final episode. Loved it because the team I ended up loathing the most basically went nutso bazoo and quit. In the Final Episode. I'm not an evil person, but there are just some people that aren't nice enough to win reality television shows and they were that sort.
I hated it because the team I loathed second-most won. They were slithery, dead-eyed, reptilian people that whined, complained, fought, snarked and boo-hooed and they won a million dollars. The team that I loved the most came in second, but since they're lovely, kind, positive, upbeat, likeable, wonderful people (with lively, sparkling pure-hearted eyes) they'll go on to better things, having not made complete whiny babies of themselves on television. Yeah.
Bizarrely, the next season, which starts in three weeks, has Rob and Ambah (of Survivor All-Star fame) as contestants! What is up with that? Are they allowed to try to win another million dollars, really? I don't understand. No, Rob and Ambah! Don't make yourselves look like attention-grabbing, greedy reality television whores! Uh, even more than you already have.
I have officially been reading too much Television Without Pity. It's making me care too much.
Magical Trevor fans might be excited to know that there's a Magical Trevor 2 at Weebls Stuff Toons. Much fun, as are most of their other toons. Except for Salad Fingers. I don't like Salad Fingers. And I've never even watched it.
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02/07/05 It makes me wistfully daydream about trepanning. I'm not kidding.
It seems that I once again have the headache of the suddenly-warm-weather. It has been mild around here the last couple of days and I recalled that when the weather changes like this I usually end up with a series of headaches. Unfortunately, this is no spring so it's likely to get nasty cold again (more headaches) then get mild again when the real spring makes its appearance (even more headaches) and I will suffer anon. The aching head is an unwelcome visitor that doesn't even seem to take the hint when I throw Advil Migraine at it and beg it please, oh please, to leave.
Tonight Colin called to give us the good news that he and Jen are officially buying their house (after some back and forth between two so-called experts over the foundation and whether or not the house was going to suddenly tear itself apart spontaneously anytime soon). This is great news for them, especially since they will be able to continue living in The Glebe. Jen is out of town for a few days so Colin invited me and Andrew out to New Mee Fung with him for a celebratory house-buying dinner of delicious pho. Well, Andrew and I had pho. Colin had vermicelli with some meaty goodness and spring rolls. In the end I believe we were all stuffed as is usual with a big old meal of Vietnamese food.
I got a bubble tea for dessert and was saddened by the fact that for some reason this time my bubbles were a bit too big for the straw and were difficult to suck up. I think that the tapioca wasn't soft enough or something, because after I let it sit for a while they did seem to come up a bit easier, although I had to mush a couple of them when they got lodged in there. It took some of the enjoyment out of my bubble tea, I tell you.
Andrew and I have officially changed our wedding date from July 29th, 2006 to September 9th, 2006. I've always wanted a September wedding, for some reason. It's a beautiful month, usually, and hopefully it won't be as stinking hot as July often tends to be. Anyhow, I think it's a better date.
Oh, today I found a link to something that I find rather hilarious. If you are going to be offended by the Bible illustrated using Lego, don't visit The Brick Testament. I found it at Fussy.org and was thoroughly amused. Lego has come a long way since I was a kid!
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Here I am back home in Ottawa. Andrew came to Kingston late afternoon yesterday to pick me up. He rested for a brief few minutes upon arriving at Alannah's where I was waiting for him, long enough for the two of us to exchange gifts. We hadn't planned together to buy things for each other while we were apart, but I'd seen a few items during my visit that I thought he'd like and couldn't resist buying for him. They weren't anything very expensive or fancy. One was a book on Canadian history that looked amusing and I think is a fairly light read. The other was a miniature sailboat that reminded me of the type of boats Andrew likes to sail in (although of course it's really nothing like them). Oh, and I got him a Ritter Sport marzipan bar. Because he's so sweet!
I didn't expect him to bring me anything, but when he arrived he presented me with a copy of Black Beauty that I'd admired in an antique bookstore in Merrickville when we stopped on our way to Kingston. It was printed in 1898 and is in incredible condition. I think I owned a copy of Black Beauty when I was young because I recall reading it many times, and the illustrations were the same as in this one. What makes it really special is that there's an inscription in the inside cover that reads, "Dear Edith, With love, From Jack. "Many happy returns of the day."" You can tell that Jack was using a fountain pen because in the word 'returns' the ink gets faint, then gets darker again on the next word. So neat. Andrew wondered when it was written in there, and I like to think it was when the book was new and given as a gift
We left Kingston pretty much directly. Poor Andrew basically had to turn right back around for another hours-long drive and the driving wasn't much fun. The weather was very, very foggy and it was hard to see more than ten feet in front of the car for most of the way. He once again drove like a pro and we got home safe and sound. We took a meal break in Smiths Falls, though, and settled on going to Pizza Hut since Andrew wasn't in the mood for hamburgers. It was very, very crowded in there. There was some sort of kids hockey tournament going on nearby as the place was filled with kids and their parents/coaches/chaperones. In other words, teeming with obnoxiousness. There was one table for two, luckily, so we didn't have to wait. It was in the center of the restaurant and pasted on the cubicle-type wall was a silly-looking valentine heart with arms, legs and a face. Its accordian-style crepe paper arms were stretched out to either side as if it wanted to embrace us and I found it a bit disturbing.
We got home in one piece, thankfully. It was so nice to see my cat and sleep in my beloved Noresund bed again. Today we slept in and puttered around, then Jenny came over for a visit in the afternoon. I hadn't even known she was in town until today, so it was a nice surprise to be able to see her. We lounged in the living room and chatted, mostly about her wedding which is very fast approaching. I can't believe it's in May! I didn't know much beyond the date and location before today so it was nice to get more of the scoop right from the source. Andrew and I were also supposed to go to Rasputin's with Colin, Gav and Emily for an evening of storytelling, but I'd had a headache that was steadily getting worse as the day progressed (despite Advil Migraine) so begged off of that. Instead I spent some quality time with Halo and the sofa, watching America's Funniest Home Videos with the sound down low, laughter being the best medicine and all.
All in all I'm happy to be home in my lovely apartment with my darling fiance and adorable kitty.
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So today was my last full day in Kingston before I head back to Ottawa tomorrow (which is today for most of you reading this, probably). I've had a good time here, of course. I like Kingston, despite all my talk about Toronto being the only city I really like living in.
Tonight mom and I went shopping with Mimi and July. I wanted to visit another bookstore to find out about the Guy Gavriel Kay book and so we headed off to the mall where I discovered that the softcover won't be out until March. Sigh. I am very impatient for this book, but don't want to pay for the very expensive hardcover. Mostly because it's so expensive, but also because it would look so big beside all his other novels that I have in paperback.
Anyhow, there we were at the mall so we did some other minor shopping and grabbed some supper. Mom picked up a few treats for the kids and when we were finished our dinner we headed over to Alannah's place to hang out there for a bit. Alannah's place is fun to hang out at, in case you haven't gathered that yet. So we went there and drank Cokes and I talked to my darling fiance on the phone for a while. Andrew got into suggesting names for Mimi's baby and we went through a number of Gaelic, Welsh, Irish and silly names but none really seemed to impress her all that much.
While I was on the phone the kids were playing and eating their dinner and whatnot. Mom had given them their treats, which seemed to go over pretty well. I'd been fascinated by the item she'd given Kelton; a strange toy in the shape of an egg. It looked exactly like an egg white with a yolk floating inside it, but with no shell. It was made to be thrown against walls, windows and other flat surfaces where it would splat and stick, then kind of fall off. It looked gross and impressive, and Kelton played with it fairly enthusiastically for a while. Until he was standing near me and stretching it or something, at which point its rubber membrane burst and vile toy-egg-water flew all over me.
I was disgusted. It wasn't just water. It stunk. It had a bad, bad smell, baby, and there was a suprising amount of it in that little toy. Blech. Even after it dried I could still smell it, and when I got home one of the first things I did was change my clothes and wash the smell off me.
Alannah's kitten amused us thoroughly by getting his collar caught in his mouth and doing a leaping sort of highland fling/breakdance trying to get it out that took him a while. I would have helped him but I was still comfortably on the phone, so I yelled at poor pregnant Mimi to haul herself off the sofa and do it, which she tried to do but he extricated himself before she got there. His collar has a nice jingly tag on it that freaks him out every once in a while so he spazzes a bit. He also made a scary sideways run and pounce at Alannah while she was lounging on the floor on a giant pillow, and I have to say that for a skinny little kitten he can be kind of frightening in a crazed way.
I get to see Andrew tomorrow. Be jealous of me.
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02/03/05 Yes, I made up a word. Or two.
Colin had this cool test on his site and I had to share it here too because it made me so happy. Here are my results:
You scored as Ravenclaw. You have been sorted into Ravenclaw- you value intelligence, and love the chance to use your cleverness (and maybe even show it off- just a little). You're keen and incisive, and you just love a challenging problem to solve.
Ravenclaw
65% Hufflepuff
65% Gryffindor
55% Slytherin
45%
The Hogwarts Sorting Hat!
created with QuizFarm.comThis is cool, as Ravenclaw is my favourite house. I got the same percentage for Hufflepuff which is all right with me, too. I'm kind of middle-of-the-road-y with regards to all of them, but I scored lowest for Slytherin. W00t, I say.
Today started off poorly. My mom's car was broken into during the night. Some losers broke one of the windows to get in and stole whatever they could find. Luckily she didn't have much in there. Some cd's, some small change, and not much else. They didn't take the stereo for whatever reason, but it just sucks in general that it happened. My aunt's car was also ransacked, but it was unlocked and no windows had been broken. So mom had to take the day off work and take the car in to be repaired. Bleah. Mean, selfish, greedy, larcenous people suck.
Tonight Alannah invited us over to her place for dinner. She made a very, very tasty casserole called something like 'Upside Down Pizza'. I think it was from the Looneyspoons cookbook, which is always fun and yummy. Or maybe it was the dessert that was from it? Or both? I don't know, but dinner was delicious and Alannah rocks. Unfortunately she was injured in the line of duty when dishing out her delicious dessert of chocolate sauce cake. It blorped out onto her hands at a temperature of about one thousand degrees. It looked extremely painful and she spent the rest of the night with an ice pack on her poor hands.
I haven't mentioned it before now in the old weblog, but my baby sister Mimi is expecting another baby. She found out today that she's due toward the end of July, and also that she's having a boy! Yay, Mimi! I'm going to pay a lot of attention to the naming of this child, as I've never found a name that I'd like to give a boy child of my own. Well, there's one that I like but I don't think it's going to be used in the end. In case it somehow does get approved I won't share it for security's sake, as someone might scoop it up for their own before I procreate. Not that Mimi would, of course, but you never know. However, I want to officially say to my wee sister, "Congratulations!"
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Another good day. Alannah dropped by late in the afternoon to visit for a while so we got to chat for a bit before Mom came home with July after taking Mimi to work. The four of us hung out for a while and relaxed but then Alannah had yoga class so Mom and I went out with July for dinner. I've been wanting to go to a bookstore to see if the newest Guy Gavriel Kay book is out in paperback yet, so after we dropped July off at home with her dad we went to Chapters. Unfortunately I didn't find my longed-for novel, but I did manage to find something else to read so I'm mollified.
It's weird spending this much time in Kingston again, I'm finding. It's true that there have been changes since I moved, but for the most part it's amazing how familiar and unaltered so much of it looks and feels. When I was hanging out tonight with my mom it almost felt like she'd just picked me up from work and I'd be heading back to my old apartment any time.
Of course, then I had the pleasurable thought that that wasn't the case at all and instead I'd be seeing Andrew again on Saturday and not living alone in that old basement apartment after all. See, living with someone is good for all kinds of reasons. If you live alone there's no one around to grab you whatever you need when you can't get up due to excessively cute and sleepy baby bunny cats curled up on your lap. Living alone means there's no one to eat the leftovers you don't like when they become leftovers. Living alone also means that you're definitely stuck with doing all the dishes, not just possibly stuck with doing them all. There are good things about living alone, don't get me wrong, but I'ma talk about the good things about living with someone right now. And those are good things. I'ma done talking about the good things, I guess.
The bad things about living with someone? Hrm. There's the ... no, I can't talk about that. Oh! When one or the other of us ... ummm, not that either. Let's see ... I know! Living with someone has its downside when there's only one of something left and your sweetheart says of it, "Do you mind if I have this?" And you totally mind, but because you're so in love you sigh inside and say, "Of course I don't mind. I want you to have it."
Andrew, if you want it I will always let you have the last Coca Cola. Because I love you.
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02/01/05 Cold air and hot pastry. Yum!
It was another quiet day around my mom's house today. This is good, as it affords me the time to do the online job searching I need to do during the day before mom gets home from work and the evening activities begin. Plus, nobody's around to tell me to get out of bed until I jolly well want to. Heh heh. I'm not staying in bed all day, though. I swear. I'm getting up at a reasonable-yet-unnamed hour.
So, it was calm around here until my mom got home and we ended up taking Mimi and July out to the Cataraqui Conservation Area so that July could go ice skating for the first time. I was a bit anxious as it was the first time that my mom had gotten on the ice since she fell and broke her arm ice skating a few years back, but didn't harangue her much about it. I know my mom knows how to skate, and that kind of thing can happen to anyone.
I wasn't actually thrilled at the thought of going and standing around in the cold on the ice watching other people skate, but Mimi doesn't have a pair of skates either so we were set to keep each other company and assist with July who is only four and would be wobbly on the ice. July mentioned a couple of times on the way there that she was a bit nervous, but I figured she'd get over it and have a great time. So we got there, she and her grandma got their skates on, we went down to the ice and my mom went out on the ice first. She hadn't been on in years, remember, and took a few seconds to get the ice firmly under her feet, but it only took a few seconds. This was enough for July to decide, however, that she wasn't going to try it. She said no. She said it in many ways. With tears, with volume, with despair, with fear. Mimi said that July's dad had explained ice fishing to her, so she's very aware that there's a lot of water under the ice and she kept talking about whether or not the ice would crack.
We insisted that the ice was way too thick to have to worry about that. I jumped up and down on it, we pointed out the other skaters all over the place, we wheedled and cajoled and very nearly bribed. She wasn't having any of it. At one point Mimi carried her out in her arms and she freaked out about that, so back to the sidelines she went. Suddenly, though, my mom and I both heard some ominous cracking sounds very near us, which made me very nervous and not as confident in the ice surface as I had been. Every now and again we'd hear it. I'm just glad that July didn't notice it.
In the end she didn't skate on the ice. Mimi got her skates off her and we prepared to leave. When we went back outside, though, she did allow us to lead her out onto the ice a bit while she was wearing her boots, but she went about five feet and then fled back to firm ground, still not trusting in the safety of the hard water. I think she'll try it again, and my suggestion was to take her to an ice rink where there's no body of water under the ice surface. She might have more faith in it then.
This has all had the effect, however, of sparking in me an actual desire to go skating on the Rideau Canal when I get back to Ottawa, which I hope will make Andrew happy as he's been pushing for a skating day for quite a while. I still require a Beavertail to get me out there, though.
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