What’s happening to our gays? I got this book out of the liberry, thinking it would have some saucy hijinks a la Darcy Takes a Wife. But it’s all former hunk Hank looking for true love as Henry. And the ending is straight out of Chick Flicks 101. Hrmph.
Checked out a few more houses this weekend. No more free range commodes, but I did go through one that was decorated with ant traps. I hadn’t thought of that one before. Oh, and another one had the fattest cat evar, easily a 24 inch waist on that poor fella. And his companion was a lovely little Himalayan, until his owner SHAVED him. Dog groomer gone wild. The poor things looked like Laurel and Hardy.
There may be something good that comes out of this but I’ll not say anymore in the event that the house-purchasing gods are listening and deign to smote my efforts.
Lots of walking this weekend. I think 4 walks altogether. St Jacobs Mill Race today. Some amazingly huge willow trees along the path, and we saw a muskrat and I raced a groundhog along the banks of the stream, and we saw a Mr and Mrs Bullfrog (which is great news, since frogs indicate a healthy habitat). There was a fishing area at the end of the path, though I can’t imagine eating anything that comes out of the river.
Victoria Park is lovely at 7:30am, except that the babies are everywhere now – goslings, ducklings, and um, cygnets. That means that the parents are extra vigilant, and I got hissed at more than once.
I’ve booked the big BD vacation for my father. Couldn’t pull him away from work for a whole week, so we compromised on a long weekend in Halifax. He doesn’t know that I’ve gone and booked a “swanky” hotel (at least by his standards). I can’t wait to see his face when we enter the lobby, and I’ll probably have to explain why it’s okay to get the concierge to do stuff. It’ll be a short and sweet trip, but one he’s wanted to do for a while, so I’m really excited about it.