Two lightly furred puppies have declared "no way will they be peeing outside while the current conditions persist" "They would rather burst, thank you very much!" Sorry kids, this doesn't let up until April. After twenty five minutes of increasingly less jovial cajoling I dragged the street hockey net up to the back door, covered it with a drop cloth and created a doggy outhouse. Honey was appreciative, Rosie rolled her eyes and performed with a distinct air of martyrdom. Today a more permanent structure will be installed.
This weekend is Fall Fair and I can proudly declare I volunteered for nothing. A first for me and I almost wavered but, really, 20,000 people live on this peninsula and if you take off the 8,000 under fourteen there are still plenty of people left to pitch in. I must mention one stalwart who sleeps in the animal barn for two nights to keep everyone safe and warm. You rock, gal.
I will be going to enjoy the Fair later today in the company of my friend who is visiting from Belgium. I met her a few years ago when she came here to improve her English. Why here, a convoluted story, but of course our magic has done its trick and she can't get enough of the place. I think carefully about word usage and sentence structure as we chat. I have got lazy in my mother tongue and find our conversations a much needed enrichment process. It just struck me I might be challenged in imparting the finer points of zucchini racing to her-a much anticipated competition at the Fair.
The first class of seniors' fitness was last week. I was out of practise even though I had forced my husband to do a routine with me ahead of time. Fortunately they are a forgiving bunch. They also like to talk in class! No problem, I am happy to see them getting out, making connections and having fun.
Now I must leave the gentle confines of my study (kitchen table) and pick slugs off my precious veggies. The little blighters love this weather.