Slide 'em Cow Boy!

Fernando and Pip playing in the back yard today.

As soon as the big girls get home form school, we will be off to the new water sport centre to try out the surf and wave pools and water slide. Poor Fernando has to stay home--although I'd love to see him tackle the water slides. Mist had a track meet yesterday. She didn't run because her lungs are still congested from that flu. Triple and high jump were her best sports. Tabs is excited because her school will unveil their new playground equipment today.

I am trying to finish a paper by this weekend. We leave for Vancouver next week (all of us). Tomorrow the girls and I will plant our pot gardens on the balcony: Pumpkin, tomatoes, lettuce, carrots, basil, dill, peas and beans. Peter is going to redo the front flower bed as the entire yard is in dire need of attention. 

After the pool and after my supper of slow-cooked beef Burgundy, Peter and I are going to see the new Star Trek.

Rewriting Pru has so inspired me to do all new illustrations for it. I must find the time! This may be my foot in the door. I love writing fiction. I have plans, oh boy, do I have plans...

Pippity Poppity-Poo

My little Pip. She is so clever. She made a sculpture with her Lego blocks of "Saraus Rock"--an unusual rock formation from the "Land Before Time" movies. And while playing with play dough, she rolled a small piece of black play dough, put it on the butt of her plastic "Clifford" dog and said "Poop goes the weasel!"

Tabs made ginger cookies last night. I suggested a recipe had I made up but had not tested yet. The ingenious little baker came to me, hands gooey, "Are you sure it's only 1/2 cup of flour? It's too sticky to roll into little balls." I instructed her to gradually add more flour until she could roll the dough into balls. They are delicious--she saved me the biggest one, she said. When I asked her this morning how much flour she used she said, "I had to use 4 cups Mom!"

Mist back at school today. She wanted her hair cut so she could make a grand entrance. Unfortunately, her personal fashion stylist (me) was too sick to make the appointment happen.

Feeling significantly better this afternoon. Fever only slight. Put myself on antibiotics for the bronchitis. 

Just writing my two papers I have left for my current class. Enjoying my professor more. He is feeling healthy finally and a little of his wit and passion is showing through. You know, in fiction, sentence fragments are encouraged. Interesting ways of saying words....but it hasn't crossed over into reporting yet. I wish it would. It is so much more fun writing in cryptic fragments.

So, as my health returns, so does the pressure. The pressure to live my life to its fullest. But I will start with just being Zen. I already had a blizzard from DQ so what's next?