A tale of two bruises

Not so long ago, our air conditioner decided to stop working. It was an ancient machine that had seen many seasons so it’s demise wasn’t unexpected. Of course, our luck being what it was, this happened at the worst possible time.

It was the day that the painters were here to paint; the day that the contractor was here to figure out how to pave our driveway and the day that Mother Nature decided to give us a massive heat wave.

It was burning hot outside and it was sweltering inside.Of course, I did what I do in situations like this and panicked. I called every air-conditioning business in town. Within minutes, everyone in the vicinity had heard about our furnace-like house and there was a guy on the way with the largest air-conditioner available for human use.

He sweated his way up the driveway laughing at the heat and removed a step on our wooden stairway to access our old machine and remove it. While he was busy working and our painters were sweating their way through the job, I moved our dogs out to the shade to keep them a little cooler than inside the oven-like house.

And that’s when it happened.

I knew there was a step missing on those stairs. I knew it. Yet I stepped on the missing step as though I could walk on air…and fell down like a sack of potatoes. The paint was horrific, the blood was awful and the bruising that ensued covers one complete leg and the other hip and stops people metres away. Still, I could have broken a bone or gotten impaled; I got off lucky.

lovely colours, right?
ugh

It was at that exact moment that our two fluff-balls of dogs discovered I had yet to close the gate to the backyard and off they went. Curly tails into the wind, they ran away, delighted at their newly-found freedom.

I should have stopped and given them a chance to figure out where their next meal was coming from, but never let it be said that I miss an opportunity to panic. Off I went, blood running down a leg, limping like an injured flamingo, running after them.

Don’t worry, gentle reader, the dogs are back unharmed. As soon as the air conditioner started working, they reappeared to lay down on the air vents. I gave them a serious talking to that went mostly in one ear and out the other. Filthy, tired and hot, they still looked much better than their bruised, sore owner.

So much fun

This was so much fun to draw.

I can’t claim any credit for it because I saw the picture online and loved it.

How much fun is that hat! I particularly loved how the pointy end bends and twists at the end.

A quiet morning

It’s a quiet morning here at the Akita house. I’m up because I’m an early bird and the akitas got up with me. Neither of them are morning doggies but they get up, reluctantly, because I’m up.

It’s Saturday morning, so by all rights, I should be sleeping but it’s dark outside and quiet. I love mornings like this. It’s as if the entire world is still asleep. It’s quiet, peaceful and still. There’s time to get a second cup of coffee or to linger over a book or to journal.

Mornings like this, I tend to give the doggies extra kisses and hugs. I kneel by their side and ask them if they had good doggie dreams. I kiss their soft furry heads and tell them what’s going to happen today. They blink, sigh, close their eyes and fall asleep.

River has had his breakfast and is back in dreamland. This is very early for him. Besides, he’s never been a high energy dog and he likes nothing more than to sleep by my feet.

Ocean is still considering her kibble. It doesn’t have anything special this morning and she’s not sure she wants to dignify the offering with her attention. Still, she doesn’t want River to eat it, so she’ll lay by the bowl and sleep there. Kisses given and compliments paid, she’s going to sleep. She is not and has never been a morning doggie. Eventually, I’ll have to take her food away, if only so that she can go back to her cushion and have a proper nap.

I’ll have to take get up and give her still more kisses and encourage her to eat her kibble again. If she refuses, then I’ll take it away. She’ll go back to her cushion then, for a more comfortable nap. River won’t leave my side, no matter how comfortable the cushion is. He’s pretty stuck on me.

There are a million things to do, emails to answer, bills to be paid and disasters to correct today. But they can all wait for a bit. Right now, things are quiet, I have a cup of coffee at my side and my lovely doggies at my feet. What else can a girl ask for?

New cushions

It’s that time of year again. Kids go back to school, the leaves change colour, the weather starts to get colder…and akitas get new cushions.

Ocean’s new cushion

River’s bigger

Yeap, sadly neglected these two.

Doodling…continued

Well, the deer is taking time and time because the page is so big that the shading takes forever…and I’m running through my colours like crazy. Still, here are some updates.

It’s still not finished…but it’s coming along. I’ll share it when it’s done.

Humboldt Broncos Tragedy

The thoughts and prayers of an entire country are with Saskatchewan today and the horrible tragedy that just took place there.

My hope is that, in time, the families find peace. Words cannot express the sorrow I feel at this loss.

Reviews 2 for the price of one

I was at the used book store and wondered off into an unfamiliar area…and found these two books.

(credit: goodreads)

(credit: goodreads)

They are certainly not my usual reads but I was curious and, completely on impulse, took them home.

‘The Catholic Church: A short history’ by Hans Kung is a historical chronicle of the Catholic Church. It explains what happened to make this church what and how it is today. What I found fascinating was the facts about how the Catholic Church reacted to historical events, such as the Holocaust and how people and councils made and formed it. It explains people such as Martin Luther, the Second Vatican Council and how and why they happened. It was like getting an inside perspective. I found the book riveting.

‘Why I became an Atheist; by John W. Loftus‘¬†explains the journey of the man from ordained minister to atheist. When I picked up the book, I had questions, mainly, I wondered what it would take for someone to do such a change in their beliefs. Mr. Loftus explains just that without trying to convince the reader. This book isn’t an attempt at indoctrination, rather an explanation of why someone changed their mind in such a profound way. I found it fascinating.

Certainly, these are not my usual reads but I find reading about people and what they believe really interesting. And I read these books all in one afternoon. They’re really a fascinating read.

 

Where it’s beautiful

We finally have sunshine and it’s glorious.

I remember reading Firestarter by Stephen King and it talks about the expression on the heroine’s face after she’s been kept indoors for months and she finally sees the sunshine. The book goes on to say that prisoners who finally see the sun have that same expression.

I know exactly what that expression looks like.

I see it on every Canadian face on days like this. They walk around in a daze, amazed that this is real and they’re not dreaming.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s still cold. There’s still snow on the ground.

We don’t care.

The sunshine is a thing of beauty. It’s like gold from the sky. We haven’t seen it in over 4 months and we really, really like it.

Animals and people alike appear from where ever they were hibernating to come out in slow motion. Cautious; wondering if the miracle they see is real.

Spring is here.