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Squashed Tulips

No blooms to be found this year... they were destroyed earlier by the puppy bounding through and over them. Body count = three tulip blooms.

And yes, another tortured metaphor is here. This spring comes under wraps and underfunded. It has been far too cold and dank for any real human being to find satisfactory. And so my eyes turn south...

Close Up

I am not the kind of person that has lots of regrets, or lingers over the ones that I do carry with me; life is far too short. But, like all of us there are times when I look back and think of paths not taken, and of choices not made.

Every so often my decision to leave New York rises up and shit disturbs me. This morning it happened again. I woke up early and as I made the morning mug of Earl Gray a wave of doubt and resignation swept over me. The new job now seems more of a backwards move and my adopted home of Toronto is very, very cold, and not just in climate.

I don't regret moving here... the reason I did is still viable. But what was left behind? What didn't happen because this did?

home alone

So I am home alone for a long weekend... just me and the canine.

Shall I get into trouble?
Will I work instead of doing just that?
Why don't I feel like cooking?

Gosh, this is lonely so far... all this five hours.

Not Sprung Yet

Desperate for blooms... the early crocuses here are still too embryonic. So, from last June I unearth these long gone yellow blossoms, lingering as unexamined jpegs.

They will have to work for the moment.

Seven Year Stitch

Falling in love is one of life's most mysterious things. If and when it might happen cannot be discerned in advance, but you can make the decision to step forward onto the path.

And then... some seven years later you just might be pleased enough when they remember to buy bread on the way home.

Rhonda's Results

Here at the Headvoice testing labs we have the following results to report today. Be advised your milage might vary.

1.) Lexus service is exceptional in Canada, but that's not saying all that much, because the bar is lower here than the US.

2.) Cauliflower and radicchio might sound good to combine in an au gratin side dish, but in practice they don't really dance together well under a cheese sauce. Somewhat Bitter Betty is the result...

3.) Taking the core team of a start up out for a drink unexpectedly at 4PM on a Wednesday afternoon is not a bad idea, from any number of perspectives.

4.) Good dog food is worth the price.

5.) Hearing that a dear acquaintance has died suddenly and unexpectedly at 10:23 in the morning will surely keep your perspective clear for the rest of the day at least.

What did you blog?

No we didn't get married. It was a belated April Fools Day moment. We probably should have and I live my life like we have, but as a nervous and furtive registered Republican (!) citizen of the US, I can still float a trial ballon, can't I?

Love to all!

Spoiled Puppy

Finally, a long holiday weekend with weather that actually permits outside activity without hats, scarfs and gloves. And since the humans in my life these days are not scheduling anything very interesting, the puppy and I spent many hours together as compensation. Netiher of us has much time to waste.

We walked in the cool sunshine... and we both drove him to the leash free park by the lake. Then, later in the afternoon, it was time for a perfect homemade Cosmopolitan to both celebrate the end of "Sex and the City" and the resurrection of Christ in a major motion picture, both of which seem to be having a boffo year.

Detail Buzz

Looking back in my photo archives from last year... and upon a little closer examination I realize that in this shot from last September there was a bee in mid flight right by the sunflower blossom.

Today proved that finally spring is here for earnest. Things are turning from drab to green again, just in time. Living in Canada means living for spring to come again...

Viennese Ball

There is something about this shot which makes it potent; symmetry and balance, and it wasn't composed. But that is the definition of "candid" afterall...

The Paul Lynde Problem

As a relic who grew up in the 70's, I can now face my problems head on. And lurking in the depths is one loathsome silent and yet silly fear... that someone will discover my Paul Lynde issues. In other words, I was teased for being like him.

Or maybe it was just reminding people of him, and I couldn't handle it at the time.

Yeah, that was it. And they did it hesitatingly as I recall. They didn't mean to demean... just remind. He was hugely popular at the time and became quite rich and famous in the late 70's.

Great, that makes sense and I am now over it.

Thanks... that was cheap therapy.

April and Fools

The ceremony was a simple civil affair, with just a few friends. Our families were surprised, but not shocked. If it's alright with Rosie O'donnell, then it must be ok, eh?

Mallard Moments

We had a couple fly in the other morning. They just swam around and confused Luigi. He barked and barked at first... and they almost completely ignored his threats, other than casually swimming away from him as he orbited the pool.

When he got tired of being aggressive, he just kept an eye on them. It's nice having visitors, even when they are feathered.

Vinaigrette

The glorious dressing... acid, mustard, seasonings and oil combine to form the timeless classic, a Vinaigrette. Savory drippings of light and gold on sweet lettuce leaves, a deliciously dressed simple bowl of greens is something that can't be denied as good for the body and soul.

But like any delicate mix, if the separate elements are combined in the wrong way, it doesn't work at all. This week I was betrayed at work. Duplicity revealed. Back stabbing. Two faced. The full nine yards.

Lesson learned yet again...you can be too good at your job.

When push comes to shove... just oil and vinegar will work too.