Revelry Reverie

I just recently started following a twitter account that posts photos of Canadian paintings. It’s called CanadianPaintings. The reason I started following it is because it’s posting some amazing paintings of snow in particular. We can all stand to better appreciate Canadian art in general, but right now I’m in it for the snow paintings.…

This morning over breakfast, my 9-year-old daughter asked me, “mom, what is … summer? Like, will we have … school? Still?” She looked genuinely puzzled. She’s been on a system of school/summer for four years now (she didn’t get summer breaks in daycare), except the past year has been such a weird, oily mix of…

Walnut is chilling downstairs with us this morning.

I don’t think I’ve personally ever had such a rotten first couple weeks of January. Obviously, we’re all living through some things at the same time (the ongoing pandemic, the coup that is dragging out, remote schooling), but it’s been worse than that. I’m not just talking about Grant’s ongoing, flat-out refusal to poop in…

Henry found he can send me double hearts, both with his hands and with his arms.

This morning when I came downstairs in a flurry to get children dressed and fed before their zooms started, Henry was lounging on the couch picking out potential cake recipes for us to try, based on their ease. A battenberg might be up next. Previously and preciously, he was Popeye.

I’m sorry to report that the knife is America and also our lives. When you drop a real knife, a sharp one, you need to jump away from it immediately. Instinct tells you to catch it, as if it were a baby or a scoop of ice cream; something precious and splattable. But a knife…