Canadian Winter

I can't really complain about our weather. Here it is, approaching the end of January and we still have not had a single bad winter storm/ blizzard/ white-out/ snow day. We've had a couple light snows. Enough to shovel but not enough to whine about. I've never seen a winter this mild. I've seen a few green Christmases but they tend to be soggy grey messes - like today - but this year has seen quite a lot of sunshine. Many days have even felt a bit like spring. Generally, by now, we are all wishing to escape to warmth and sunshine even if we've already been. We might be commiserating with our neighbors over where to put the latest snowfall because the banks are too high to pile any more up. But this year, there's none of that.

If this is global warming - I'm sorry - I'm all for it. I don't like pollution - poisoned food, nasty air, toxic water - that should all be stopped of course. But can I keep the global warming? I understand it's a little selfish - there could be a lot of death and destruction elsewhere - and I'm pretty sure the water situation here wouldn't be great either (although a lot of us could move further north - there's tons of water and room up there.) Anyway, let's just say my heart isn't breaking over having a mild winter.

My life has been pretty boring which is great with me. I'm sleeping. Sleeping at night although the animals still get me up to sleep in the living room for half the night. I sleep in the afternoon or early evening. I sleep in in the morning.

Don't you love sentences that have the same word twice? It sounds wrong but you can't just leave one of them out.

My mother wants to look at retirement homes. It's supposed to be my sister's bailiwick but she's been uncommunicative for the past month so I'm doing the honours. We're checking out one place on Wednesday and another Friday. I like the Wednesday lady much more already although we're getting lunch on Friday. That lady tried to push me for Thursday even though I'd informed her that that (another double!) was my mother's grocery day and she tired easily and preferred only one outing a day. I don't like pushy people who don't listen. My guard will be up on Friday.

I'm not sure why my Mom suddenly wants to move into such a place. I've told her we can get extra cleaning help. We can get meals on wheels. We can get someone to help with her bath if she wants. But I think she's afraid she'll have a stroke and no one will be there to help her - or even know for a few days that she's out of commission. I suppose she has a point. I certainly don't phone every day. And that's not really enough anyway - she's not always home to get the call and she could stroke 5 minutes later anyway. So maybe she's got the right idea.

Gary's got Dex out for his run. I took him the last few nice days so I opted out. The rain isn't kind to my neck so I prefer to stay dry and semi-limber.

Macy is in full blown heat. She sings up a storm ALL THE TIME. Walks around with her tail in the air presenting her girlie parts and basically doesn't know what the hell has hit her. Gary yells at her and I yell at him to leave her alone. She can't help it - she needs some lovin bad. Dex helps out the best he can - nuzzling away at her hind quarters and such. I'm not sure if it's a sin for the two of them to make out like this but they seem to like it.

Seeing nature like this is new to me. We always had male dogs. My friends all had male dogs. Nobody had cats. Nobody had females. Seeing Macy explains a whole lot about my own puberty. ahem. Everyone's puberty I mean. Explains rock and roll. Dancing. Provocative dressing. Sneaking out at night. (Macy tries). Fathers going ballistic. Yup. It's all right there. And the world turns.

I think I'll paint this afternoon.