Halloween Tree

My wife is retired, as I am, but she has a part-time job at a local private school. She works with the younger children, some as young as three. Last Friday she had to wear a costume to school. She went as a tree with a bird house in its upper limbs.

The little kids loved it.

A no frills is a suburban frill

The old fashioned, neighbourhood grocery store is coming to what originally promised to be London's first new urbanist experiment. Just pushing your leg; The store will be a giant no frills store, the budget grocery arm of Canada's giant Loblaws chain.

Along with acres and acres of black asphalt there will also be a Tim Hortons coffee shop closer to the intersection of Southdale and Col. Talbot Roads. There are rumours that a chain pizzeria is also going to be part of the new neighbourhood mall.

I live just a short walk from here. This means I now have five grocery stores within walking distance of my suburban home ---  two are actually quite close. When I lived downtown, there wasn't one large grocery store in the area. Not a one! Having a no frills so close to my home is just another frill of living in the suburbs.

Looking for the right scent

Fiona loves to do the same stuff as those around her. If I'm reading the paper, Fiona is going to read the paper. She loves books, especially pictures. Hmmm. She's just like me! (I've never understood why editors insist on messing up so many good pages with all those words. They could have simply filled the space with more pictures.)

Watching the "Weather Bomb"

I called this watching the "weather bomb" but in truth Fiona was watching my wife and I get the lawn furniture put away in the garage and the bird feeders taken down, as we prepared for the massive storm forecast for London. CBC and others were referring to it as a "weather bomb."

Although it did manage to flip a truck on its side near Chatham and take down a tower in Sarnia, the storm pretty well bombed out in London. Some streets flooded but mainly because of the fall leaves plugging the storm sewer grates.

If you are interested in  knowing more about the "weather bomb" and the havoc it wrecked elsewhere, check out my article on the Digital Journal.

Cheers!

She's a trooper!

"Hey grandpa! Would you like to read a book together?"

Miss Baby took a tumble today - a bad one. She struck her head and it left a bit of a bump. Her forehead grew red from the blow. She cried some but she really got into a sobbing roll when the doctor in emerg began poking and prodding her.

When he brought out a light to look into her eyes, it was her eyes that really lit up and not his little flashlight. He would move the light to left and her eyes would follow. No matter where he moved that light, she didn't take her eyes off that weird brightly lit thing. It was clear that she had never seen anything quite like it. It had captured her interest. And her steady, unflinching interest told the doctor that she was fine.

From the hospital she went straight to grandma and grandpa's rather than returning home. She may have gotten the all clear from emerg but she was still under mom and dad's and grandma and grandpa's close observation.

The moment I carried her into the kitchen, she spotted the banana on the counter and held out her hand. I let her grab it. We got a bowl, a fork, her spoon and sat down together at the table. Sitting on my knee, she helped me peel the banana. She took her spoon and helped pulverize the sweet, white fruit; With only one tooth it is still best to squish food before eating. And then she settled in to eat her half of the banana.

She always shares her prize with me; We each get half. She sits on my knee and smiles and laughs. She enjoys the obvious camaraderie of the moment.

We're buddies. And I cannot convey to you how very happy and relieved I am that my little buddy is just fine. Her head is a little bruised but she's not complaining. She's a real trooper!

Dogs always make winning pictures

Last weekend was our family's Thanksgiving. We were a week late but there were good reasons. My wife always gets her turkeys from a small turkey operation south of London. While there picking up our bird, I saw this dog waiting patiently for its owner who was also picking up a fresh turkey.

I figure you can't go wrong with a picture of a cute dog.

The red of fall is almost gone.

Most of the bright red and screaming yellow of fall have come and gone. The ground is littered with colourful leaves but many of the tree branches are now bare. When I saw this little patch of colour I thought, "Grab a shot now. You won't have many more chances."

And so I did.