Happy Canada Day
Posted on Jun 30th, 2008
by
WonderlandAlli
It's after midnight, so its Canada day now for those dwellers of the north. It's warm and dry here in the prairies, I water my potted garden often in hope of being rewarded with green beans, tomatoes, and bell peppers. For growing from seed, this is my most successful attempt yet. The green beans are coming in well, as are most of the herbs. I spied little nuthatches playing around my balcony (much to my cat's indoor entertainment at the window) so I suspect that the pots that didn't sprout became nuthatch food. That's ok, I've got plenty of parlsey, tarragon, oregano, and dill coming. The sage didn't sprout, or at least not yet. My bell pepper plant has hardly grown, but is alive and about to give flowers. Meanwhile the tomato plant has lept to two feet long in its hanging basket. The cucumbers have hardly grown at all. Just about a 3 inch long sprout. I suspect they just don't get enough sun, and same for the bell pepper. There isn't much I can do about that.
I've been babysitting to earn a little cash, and am watching two lovely 18 month old twin girls 3 days a week. It's a joy, and I am always in a good mood on the days I see them. Having a schedule cheers me and straightens out my interal calender.
My dad gifted me a new bicycle, I adore it and ride it as often as possible. It's a sea-green Giant bike, a woman's 2008 Sedona. It's a comfort bike, so I sit upward and meander comfortable and happily throughout town, often with my dog running alongside. I put the foldable side basket from my older bike (the one off freecycle, and I may regift it over freecycle if my friend doesn't want it. She may be too short for it though, I'm two inches taller and I just barely could ride it.) on so that I can tuck away a book, sketchbook, purse, and bike lock. Friday I intend to hit the west end bike trails, maybe cross the river and see if there's a bike-route that is a fast way to reach whyte ave for a little antique shopping. That reminds me to google Edmonton + Antique Shops and see what I get...
I got an email offer from my kijiji ad from a mother wanting me to teach art to her 12 and 4 year old children, so I may take her up on that. You can freelance so many things in the summer... :) They live near me as well, so I would have another oppurtunity to bike. (For the twins, I bus for an hour across town.)
I've been babysitting to earn a little cash, and am watching two lovely 18 month old twin girls 3 days a week. It's a joy, and I am always in a good mood on the days I see them. Having a schedule cheers me and straightens out my interal calender.
My dad gifted me a new bicycle, I adore it and ride it as often as possible. It's a sea-green Giant bike, a woman's 2008 Sedona. It's a comfort bike, so I sit upward and meander comfortable and happily throughout town, often with my dog running alongside. I put the foldable side basket from my older bike (the one off freecycle, and I may regift it over freecycle if my friend doesn't want it. She may be too short for it though, I'm two inches taller and I just barely could ride it.) on so that I can tuck away a book, sketchbook, purse, and bike lock. Friday I intend to hit the west end bike trails, maybe cross the river and see if there's a bike-route that is a fast way to reach whyte ave for a little antique shopping. That reminds me to google Edmonton + Antique Shops and see what I get...
I got an email offer from my kijiji ad from a mother wanting me to teach art to her 12 and 4 year old children, so I may take her up on that. You can freelance so many things in the summer... :) They live near me as well, so I would have another oppurtunity to bike. (For the twins, I bus for an hour across town.)
She hears a chorus of factory girls
Singin' in the streets
Drinkin' their coca-colas
After washing your filthy sheets
She hears a chrous of factory girls
Singin's aoin and all
Empty are their pockets
But their voices are filled with song
"Factory Girls" by Flogging Molly
Singin' in the streets
Drinkin' their coca-colas
After washing your filthy sheets
She hears a chrous of factory girls
Singin's aoin and all
Empty are their pockets
But their voices are filled with song
"Factory Girls" by Flogging Molly
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