More Tulips

I planted some tulips last fall and they've been a spring godsend. I'd like to have another hundred, or more, for next year. That'll be an October project for me.

Raccoon Terrorizes Neighbourhood

This morning I saw a raccoon in our yard, but very close to the neighbour's fence. There's no doubt in my my mind that this rabid beastie was looking for a free meal.

Now, where in the world would a raccoon find something to eat in my neighbourhood?

Let's look at a rabid raccoon's favourite things to eat/raid (not necessarily in order of appreciation):

Compost, bee hives, cheeseburgers, bird seed, Shelties.

Well, it's pretty obvious to see why this little devil was hanging around our place. It's like a veritable smorgasbord for him!

The Mighty Uke

To say that I'm on the cutting edge of anything is akin to saying that Mike Duffy spends the majority of his time in Prince Edward Island. It's laughable.

Occasionally I'm on the cusp of the cutting edge. As a leisurologist or a stay-at-home dad, I'm riding one of the earlier waves. As a ukulele enthusiast, I'm part of a tsunami of global interest, but I'm no Portuguese-Hawaiian first adopter. No one calls me Pedro Polamalu, player of oo-koo-lay-lay.

I'm not timid about being part of this huge musical epidemic. I walk forcefully through the tulips.

Recently, an opera singer-turned-ukulele-player sent Wendy a link to an upcoming uke movie. Here's a link to the trailer for the movie:

http://mightyukemovie.com/files/pages/HDtrailer.html.

Even opera singers are adopting the ukulele. Now that says something! Maybe we, as Canadians, should buy Mike Duffy a ukulele. Or, at the very least, allow him to expense it on his Senate account, while he still has one. Spending six months a year in Prince Edward Island would allow him the luxury of time. Time....to learn the ukulele. Who knows, maybe he'll be spending 12 months a year there in the future? He could get a part-time job at Cows to help pay the bills. He could be milking the stupid tourists, people like me, instead of milking all Canadians.

Herein ends my mini tirade about CTV's Mike Duffy. Next stop...CTV's Senator Pamela Wallin. And you just know if this blog is still going thirty years from now, I'll be harping about CTV's Senator Benjamin Mulroney. It could happen.

Me Mootha And Me Brootha??

In this picture: me Mootha, and me _________?

Hmmm, what is the relationship between my mom and her doll. The doll's name, by the way, is Hamish. It's the most Scottish of Scottish names, followed closely by Angus, Donald and Mohammed.

I like to think that Hamish is mom's baby. That would make Hamish my brother, or me brootha, or eee-brootha. That would also make Hamish Julian's uncle.

Now, if the baby was Julian's, then I'd be a grandfather and mom would be a great grandmootha. It's all very convoluted. All I know is that Mootha loves Hamish and I'm pretty sure that she thinks Hamish is a real baby.

That said, every now and then Mootha shoots me a look that says 'are you trying to pull the wool over my eyes?'.

Rose Hips and Tool Hips

Last autumn I planted about one hundred bulbs, mostly tulips. This is the week that most of them are about to burst open with colour. Thankfully they're an assortment of colours, as I've never been a fan of the all-one-colour-flower beds.

My flowering almond is also on the verge of greatness. It's interesting that all of these plants have timed their fireworks to coincide with the return of Wendy. Thank you Mootha Naycha!

Cambridge-Narrows Condo Development Corp.

There was a flurry of activity across the lake last week. I suspect that it was mostly landscaping and finishing touches on the construction of the Leroy 'cottage'. I pondered the week-long work,  then my imagination got the better of me. I had the ultimate Toronto nightmare...a new condo development blocking my view, except this was Cambridge-Narrows!

What if a condo was being built across the lake in Cambridge-Narrows. How would that look? How would that affect me? How would I feel?

Well, that would depend, I suppose. If it blocked my view it would make me furious. If it had a coffee shop on the ground floor then I would be ecstatic. All I can say is...it better have a coffee shop on the ground floor.

Frog Or Toad?

Is this a frog or a toad? Thinking it was a toad (hallucinogenic tryptamine), I licked it. After a couple of minutes of nothingness, I kissed it. Next thing you know, I'm hanging out with royalty.

Sooooo....does this mean that it's a frog or a toad?