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I survived Christmas! Hooray! Actually, the family and friends part of it was really nice, and was carved up into a three-part segment: Series A, visiting family for a week in Powassan, Sudbury and Parry Sound, in an unspoken 'home for Christmas' agreement with my Joho clan. My dad's mom, as I wrote a couple entries ago, has cancer and was in Sudbury at the daffodil centre for treatment, but although she is a little thinner and weaker than she was, which is not surprising in a 76 year old woman, she is in amazingly good spirits, enjoying the company, excellent facilities and little events that the institution provides, so it was very reassuring to see her. Was also fun to see my mother's parents and get receipes (sp?) for biscuits and instructions on how to build a wood stove out of an oil drum (! who knew! how awesome is that?). Powassan was awesome, no snow at all, and I went for rambles up the top of Valleyview hill every night, although I didn't get to satsify my horsewatching craving, being too shy to go to the stables by myself. Saw Greggy and Christian as well, and although I still find it bizarre to have resumed my friendship with the former nonperson after so much bitterness, at least it proves life goes on and people can mend from stuff, so that's got to be optimistic. Part B, the dinner party with friends on Solstice Day, was so much fun - the food, oh my god, so much food! I didn't stop eating for hours on end. It was really nice to have people around like that, and then part C, the actual Christmas in Kemptville, was also very cool, Kori's family very kind and welcoming as they always are. So the holiday season, up till now, and I'm literally tapping my knuckles against the table as I write this, to avoid offending the Fates, has been a great one, which not even a frigid house can dissipate!!!
Scandal has struck the fishtank: due to our two biggest fish in the tank, Larry and St/Eve, being continually at loggerheads and having open wounds on their mouths, they contracted some awful fungus disease called cottonmouth, and were/are in great danger of having their face literally fall off. (Don't you wish some people got this disease? hehe). St/Eve especially was badly afflicted and could hardly eat, but as Kori and I pulled a number out of MacBeth and went cackling round the living cauldron of the aquarium with "eye of toad and wing of bat, limb of ditch-dredged brat," or an assorted blend of fish medicines, we've seen limited progress in healing (more knocking on wood). Due to the outbreak we did lose the third clutch of fry this season, or all the babies and grandchildren, proving once again that nothing can successfully reproduce in this house except for vermin, and even they're gone due to Miss Kiddy.
Loupe is on vacation with mon oncle Stefan, and although I miss her cuddleness, I don't miss cleaning up after her one little bit. Kiyara seems hardly to notice she is gone, and is soaking up our attention, much in the manner of a certain yellow sea creature taking a bath. She certainly got it yesterday when she stepped on the ice-cold door frame and held her paws up, screaming, the poor thing! No-one ever told me dogs scream just like people when they are hurting: the first time an accident happened, when she was a puppy, I thought for sure I had killed her! As she was trying, with limited success, to drop her bone on the table while balancing on the arm of the sofa about five minutes later, we don't think her paws took much serious damage. I'm feeding Kristen's cats while she is gone, and went over last night to give the poor critters some much needed love and attention. Kane, the lovely long-haired Siamese (he doesn't have a squashed up face like a Himalayan) has never been so happy to see me, and Puppycat of legend wouldn't leave me alone the entire time I was there, except to fill her face as rapidly as she could.
New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve.... I love New Year's! Its the anniversary of my gayness, as the first major function I went to was the Millenium Party at a dismally decorated Voyager In(n) North Bay, marking also the first non-Joho party I went to (which, needless to say, was the first party I actually enjoyed myself at). I thought the drag queens were just really scary lesbians....
Love/Peace/Beauty/Good Karma to all,
Eric
Scandal has struck the fishtank: due to our two biggest fish in the tank, Larry and St/Eve, being continually at loggerheads and having open wounds on their mouths, they contracted some awful fungus disease called cottonmouth, and were/are in great danger of having their face literally fall off. (Don't you wish some people got this disease? hehe). St/Eve especially was badly afflicted and could hardly eat, but as Kori and I pulled a number out of MacBeth and went cackling round the living cauldron of the aquarium with "eye of toad and wing of bat, limb of ditch-dredged brat," or an assorted blend of fish medicines, we've seen limited progress in healing (more knocking on wood). Due to the outbreak we did lose the third clutch of fry this season, or all the babies and grandchildren, proving once again that nothing can successfully reproduce in this house except for vermin, and even they're gone due to Miss Kiddy.
Loupe is on vacation with mon oncle Stefan, and although I miss her cuddleness, I don't miss cleaning up after her one little bit. Kiyara seems hardly to notice she is gone, and is soaking up our attention, much in the manner of a certain yellow sea creature taking a bath. She certainly got it yesterday when she stepped on the ice-cold door frame and held her paws up, screaming, the poor thing! No-one ever told me dogs scream just like people when they are hurting: the first time an accident happened, when she was a puppy, I thought for sure I had killed her! As she was trying, with limited success, to drop her bone on the table while balancing on the arm of the sofa about five minutes later, we don't think her paws took much serious damage. I'm feeding Kristen's cats while she is gone, and went over last night to give the poor critters some much needed love and attention. Kane, the lovely long-haired Siamese (he doesn't have a squashed up face like a Himalayan) has never been so happy to see me, and Puppycat of legend wouldn't leave me alone the entire time I was there, except to fill her face as rapidly as she could.
New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve.... I love New Year's! Its the anniversary of my gayness, as the first major function I went to was the Millenium Party at a dismally decorated Voyager In(n) North Bay, marking also the first non-Joho party I went to (which, needless to say, was the first party I actually enjoyed myself at). I thought the drag queens were just really scary lesbians....
Love/Peace/Beauty/Good Karma to all,
Eric